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[hurtfew]

Date: 12th~18th of October
Plot: Lambeth Territory Claim by Daybreak
Areas: Lambeth and surrounding areas!



The fae may have taken Croydon from Daybreak, but Daybreak is out to prove it is still strong -- and one Daybreak witch in particular is hoping to prove that he is the man to turn them around from the loss. Gilbert Norrell plans to bring order to the lawless territory of Lambeth, via less than pleasant means. He intends to drive out any troublemakers, anyone who disagrees with Daybreak, or have them persuaded by members of Hillingdon. Unfortunately for him, it won't be quite as easy as all that...

[ ooc; log for the Daybreak territory claim! You can give me a ping if you want to be involved and hadn't signed up already! It runs through the entire week, starting off quietly and subtly until the disappearances begin to be noticed and the fight back intensifies. Thread as little or as much as you like, start your own thread or tag what I put up for Norrell! (And sorry it's up a little late!) ]

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[tearmeanewone]

[She probably shouldn't, but if she does, it's probably nothing she hasn't seen before.]

[The flippant dismissal of being injured makes Elizabeth frown. She doesn't want to become used to injury again, she doesn't want it for anybody else either.]

Maybe not, but that isn't an excuse to not do anything about it. It probably hurts. Here-- [Elizabeth lifts her fingers to his nose and starts to speak her healing words-- quietly, between normal volume and a mutter. The magic rushes to her like a sudden gust of wind, and Elizabeth is holding a proverbial umbrella trying to keep it from ruffling the man in front of her. It had been easier earlier in the day, but she's been worn out for hours. Now she's just trying to keep her umbrella from blowing out entirely.]

[falsify]

[Guess he better resist that urge to slap away her hand. It's tough not to distrust witch magic, bus Daybreak don't truck in the kind of magic that'd bind or banish a Fae at least. Her magic doesn't feel strong enough to pull that kind of thing off right now anyway.]

[Eames smiles his thanks, the soreness is gone. It's har not to be suspicious of this sort o kindness, but he doesn't let it show on his face.]

You must be exhausted if this is what you've been doing all week.

[tearmeanewone]

[Elizabeth's turn to bleed at the nose. Once she's done and the magic turns off in one forceful jerk, two seconds go by before there's a steady stream of red running down her upper lip.]

Shit... [She mutters under her breath-- apparently she knows what this is and has a package of kleenex at the ready. After pressing one up against her nose, she straightens her back out and leans forward.]

Yeah, I'm going to need a transfusion at this rate. Know any good hospitals in the Westchester area? [She smirks under her kleenex-- obviously this is her attempt at a joke.]

[falsify]

[Norrell must really be trying to make a point here, huh. Sending a (he assumes) inexperienced witch into this situation so soon after landing? Trying to take over Lambeth of all places was bound to be a mess.]

[He shakes his head, though her joke does get half a smile in return.]

Maybe you should consider taking a break.

[tearmeanewone]

[Elizabeth shakes her head, wads up the kleenex and blots with a clean section of it, checking to see if it's stopped or not.]

I've been given the ability to heal people who are hurting, and turning my back on a place where I'm needed isn't something I can do. As long as people are getting black eyes and I can still stand up and speak, I can't take a break.

[falsify]

You'll be no use to anyone if you wear yourself out. Or end up in the hospital.

[It's nonchalant, the way he says it. He doesn't care much what she does, but it's true regardless.]

[tearmeanewone]

[She snorts.] Hospital? Sure thing, right after I can't be useful to anyone anymore. [Elizabeth smirks, then it sobers after a moment.] I don't even know where I'd go to rest. The whole place is a warzone.