Making Alliances

[youronlylaw]

Seelie Favor: for Azula

He had to make friends. And very quickly. The Blood Moon would be more dangerous than it had been in years now, due to the schism in power that had developed in the pack. In the absence of an Alpha, or a King or Queen this could not come at a worse time. Or better, depending on your outlook. James was stuck somewhere between the two, or so it felt. While he was concerned for the sake of the weaker members of the Ease End Pack, he also knew when opportunity for advancement came. If he played his cards right, this could turn out very well for everybody.

Which was why he was going after favors. Specifically that of faeries. If he could get their aid, he knew vampires and hunters wouldn't be able to touch them.

Nearly as much at least.

So he went into the very heart of Bromley, only to stop at a stall at the edge of a beautiful park.

"I was told I could find someone who granted wishes here?"

He felt just as ridiculous as it sounded but he was willing to sacrifice dignity for survival.

Unseelie Favor: for Mab

Mab was not easy to find when there wasn't a party to be had or some sort of spectacle that Fae would attend. Regardless, he had managed to arrange a meeting with the fairy and he did his best to approach this as if he were meeting a new client for the first time. One that could change his career. He was aware of the agreements the last Alpha and she had begun upon, but now that he was gone - James felt it would be wise to re-instate them.

He just hoped she would not ask for too much from him. But he had to ask himself, would he really be that opposed to anything she requested of him? As long as it didn't demand his life, he'd do whatever she would like him to do. No matter how humiliating. At least he told himself that much. James liked to pretend he didn't have much of a temper, but a werewolf's ire was easy to raise.

Still. While all of that may have been on his mind as he met Mab. None of it was as important as a good first impression.

James greeted her with a slight bow. He wasn't quite old fashioned enough to fully bend at the waist, but he knew her title and how important being flattering was with the fair-folk.

"My lady."

Midnight Favor: for Abigail

For a society girl, James was much less ill-equipped than he would be with Fae. While he didn't intend to make this discussion public, James wasn't going to turn down any assistance at the moment. Besides, what he learned here could be used to gain favor with Sylvia. But she didn't need to know that.

The host was told to look for Abigail, and when she arrived she greeted her before anyone else who may have walked in at the same time.

"Your table is waiting for you, Miss."

Abigail would be escorted to a table against a wall facing the door, as a sign of trust. James was seated facing the entrance merely to see when she arrived and stood as she approached to take the opposite chair.

"Miss. Widdowson, a pleasure. James Memon."

He smiled in what appeared to be an easy fashion and held out his hand to shake hers.



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[rules_winter]

James was, if nothing else, polite. It was a good way to start, but the wolves, for the most part, had been remarkably well behaved. More so than the reputation generally implied. Mab took a moment after inclining her head in return to take the new wolf in. He was not built in the same way as the man she had worked with before. Lighter, perhaps would be a good description. Derek Hale had looked like he bench pressed adults in his free time, James looked strong and slim but more put together on the whole. "Mr. Memon." She returned his greeting, not bothering with false emotions.

She had lost a great deal of gathered contacts in the recent weeks and it had been quite vexing so it was not without a certain appeal, learning that the wolves - minus their intrepid leader who had tried very hard but all in all been unsure of his place in the world, had a representative who was interested in re-establishing the alliance that had given the fae access to doors without worry above the Thames.

"I had not expected any contact from your pack yet. Have you reorganized since Derek Hale's leaving?"

[acrookedchild]

"Mister Memon," she replied, extending her hand to shake his. She made sure to smile, even if she had a feeling he was as uneasy as she felt.

After all, Derek's sudden departure left a strange imbalance -- or lack thereof -- among the werewolves of London. Before, she'd been able to rely on at least the alpha's personal support, even if he didn't speak for his pack in that regard. Besides, well... Leaving those who trusted him for protection? It didn't sit well with her.

"I hope you're doing well."

[divinerighttorule]

Under normal circumstances, Azula would have played her role as the Mysterious Asian and talked about the Old Ways and the sort of thing people expected at a stall like this. But she wasn't talking to a human. He wore what he was well, and the little twisting of her lips might have been either a smirk or a smile. Perhaps, for her, they were one and the same.

"You heard right," she replied, folding her arms and leaning on them over her stand. "Of course, all wishes come at a price."

She liked to think she was fair. At the very least, she tried to be at first. It wasn't her fault if someone failed to keep their end of the bargain.

"What is it you want? And what's it worth?"