Croydon territory claim

[detectiveofthewest]

Likely Circle Daybreak had been anticipating a clash with the fae ever since they'd first appeared in London in force: it was only, as they said, a matter of time. Yet that anticipation had the potential to work to either side's benefit. The Daybreak witches would be prepared, true, but they wouldn't know the exact time of the offensive. And if they failed to protect their territory despite the forewarning, the blow could be a significant one.

The name of the fae's strategy this evening was guile, reflecting the personalities of the fae organizing the effort -- they took advantage of blind spots and bottlenecks, staged decoy attacks, made use of illusion magic and fae glamour to pit unprepared witches against each other. These attacks were designed to bring about a swift end, minimizing casualties on both sides. Whether this would be a successful strategy or not would reveal itself soon enough...

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my apologies for tagging into this so late, work has been hectic this week :x

[reticence]

Oh, Faolan's definitely there alright. He owes Lancelot for helping him with that Shapeshifter business a little while back. Though he can't exactly say what he's doing there. With no magic of his own, and very average human strength, Faolan's feeling a little out-gunned. Metaphorically speaking, at least. Literally speaking, he's about as tooled up as he can get and still be practical about it. And yes, his ammunition is silver. They're up against the Fae, after all. Faolan knows better than that.

Perhaps the most intriguing piece in his arsenal -- his newest gun. Not just any weapon, it's a concept weapon, and the thing had cost him a pretty penny that he hadn't necessarily had to give. But he couldn't let the opportunity to have one made pass him by. He's hoping it will work well and it's not going to just drain the hell out of him and leave him useless with a useless silver piece in his hand. Only one way to find out, of course. And no better time than a time like this.

Faolan stands his ground where he's been stationed, his stance poised at the ready, the concept weapon aimed and at the ready in front of him. He doesn't quite recognize who might be approaching just yet, but he's ready for them as they do.

"I wouldn't come any further, if I were you," he calls out to the figure approaching.

no apology necessary I have the same issue this month apparently

[rules_winter]

Mab stepped out of the shadows, looking at Faolan as though he's done something remarkably interesting. "And here I thought you weren't interested in the hunt." she said into the quiet night air. It was never truly quiet in London but this place was mostly empty for now.

This is definitely the man she'd met in the park. He was strung tight as a bowstring still but at least he had good reason for it now. His life truly was in danger if he had chosen to step into the fray between witches and fae. Behind him her voice seemed to echo back, from the stone of the buildings even with the fountain covering some of it up with the sound of falling water.

Her eyes fell to his gun as she stopped and then lifted to him again, expression indecipherable.

ty for understandingggg <3

[reticence]

Faolan hears the echo of her voice and something deep within him wants to turn around and look but he holds himself back. He knows that he doesn't need to, that the real danger, the real threat, is right in front of him. Isn't it? That's what he's going to hope, anyway.

He tightens his grip on his gun. "I'm not," he says. "I'm here for a friend." And that's really all the explanation that he feels like he owes, given the circumstances. Even if he would be hesitant about the usage of the word 'friend' in other situations, now's really not the time for that kind of an internal squabble.

[rules_winter]

"For a friend." Mab considered that. "Such loyalty in the face of adversity. There seem to be so few humans left who believe in such things." Her eyes drop to the gun and looks at it for a moment before pointedly looking back up at the man. Rudeness, but also not terribly foolish given the situation. "Do you plan to shoot me or is that just decoration?" There is a tight annoyance in her voice mostly because she simply does not like being threatened. The fae can be hypocrites when it suits them.

He seems, for the moment, to be alone. Which is interesting. Her form reflects in the fountain behind him, though he stands between her and the water.

[reticence]

Faolan shrugs slightly. "I owed a favor," he says, which is true. He did. After getting Lancelot chased by a werewolf only the second time they had met, putting his life in danger for the fact that he had he definitely owed him for that.

He tightens his hands on the gun at her taunting about it, though he makes no move to put it away or pull the trigger. "You haven't given me a reason to just yet," he points out. "But don't think that I won't if you do." He's been a hunter for ten years now, he didn't survive this long by getting squeamish when he needed to be best on his guard.

[rules_winter]

"Ahh." Yes she understands favors she lifts a hand slowly, palm out. "I see."

She tilts her head just a touch, at his ultimatum. "So are we simply supposed to stand here and stare at one another, make small talk in the meantime?" She wonders aloud. "Normally I am not pressed for time but I do have prior commitments this evening. It is perhaps time to stop this rudeness." Cool air blows between them, perhaps a sign of Autumn's beginning.

[reticence]

Faolan clicks the safety off of his gun. "I warned you," he says, standing his ground, extremely aware of the changes in the air around them. Especially considering he is supposed to be up against the Fae. Their powers are as varied as the colors of the rainbow, who knows what flavor of power hers could be. "You move any closer -- you make one move, and I'll do it."

He's not about to explain what his gun is to her. But he will not hesitate to use it, if he has to. Against her magic, or against herself, if necessary.

[rules_winter]

Her expression, what was left of it, disappeared aside from annoyance, hand still extended, it didn't move mostly because the gun didn't feel like a simple piece of metal. There was enchantment of some kind though nothing she recognized there. "I am not yours to order." She replied, voice cool, a sharp ozoney tang of anger in it, "and I will not be held against my will. Do you have a plan, or did you truly expect me to become a statue for you?"

Her eyes slowly lift again from the gun, to what appears to be another of herself behind him. Mirroring her gesture, her voice not actually an echo but a double of the one in front of him.

[reticence]

Faolan tightens his finger on the trigger. The voice from behind him unnerves him. No, it would seem that it's not a reflection. Although it starts to get him wondering, is he looking at the right one? In an instant he has another gun drawn and pointed in the direction of the other, although the first is still aimed at Mab herself. At least, what he would assume to be her.

"That would depend on what you plan yourself," he barks out. "I suggest you leave this place. I cannot dictate what you say or do from there, but I can't you continue on this way. Not if you're going to keep on and go after people that have called me here to help them."