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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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[knowstheworld]

Childermass has no idea whether Norrell may actually be able to banish someone from the realm, but he supposes he's not about to question it. Not in front of a woman who it'd be beneficial to fear them rather than question them.

He leaves the talking up to Norrell himself, instead attempting to take the moment and the advantage of their distraction to assess her. Fae, she is. Fae, and not happy with their efforts. And why would she be, he supposes, considering everything. Childermass glances at Norrell and tries to do his best to convey the idea that he not do anything rash before he turns back to their opponent, preparing himself for whatever she has for them next.

[divinerighttorule]

"I have every intention of leaving," Azula replied. Especially with the rain. Even her fires wouldn't last much longer with them. Still, they could do a little more damage. Which was all she wanted. "In, oh..." She took a moment to look at the fires and assess the damage she'd already done. "An hour, I think."

By that point, the fires would have done enough damage that she could feel mostly content with having made her point.

[hurtfew]

In an hour, she says, as if his threat had meant nothing to her. He falters a moment, somewhat unsure how to react when she doesn't appear the least bit worried, then rallies and tries to project more confidence.

"You will leave now," he says, "or you will be forced to leave! This is Daybreak territory now, and no place for the likes of fae!"

[knowstheworld]

Childermass understands that the fires cannot burn for so long as that. If there is to be anything salvaged from this place, they must stop her. A task, he understands, that is more easily said than done. Might he be able to work some magic in himself? How much can he get away with, he wonders, as he glances between Norrell and the fae woman across from him. Though neither of them are exactly paying him any mind, he doubts it will be easy for him to slip away from this scene either.

So he decides to attempt the next best thing. With a sideways glance at Norrell, understanding that the man isn't about to begin paying attention to him now, not unless he demands it of him, Childermass begins to mutter a spell quietly, beneath the murmuring of the rain and the crackling of the fire around them. His own, actually rather formidable magic reaching out towards her with iron claws in the shape of an incapacitation spell...