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undergrounds2015-11-05 09:58 pm
occultdisciple) wrote in undergrounds2015-11-05 09:58 pm
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Is this a dagger which I see before me (Nov catch-all)
Come, let me clutch thee
Lewisham, early November, day
The streets themselves were classic. He still knew their twists and turns, even if automobiles commanded the streets instead of horse-drawn carriages. Even so, it was good to be back on them, walking the once-familiar paths to learn what had replaced what he knew. The air of the place was entirely different, and he was almost sorry to see it lost. London hadn't been perfect then, no, but he'd known it. Now, he had to get to know a stranger all over again.
He folded up his newspaper he had been reading and set it aside on a bench. Anyone else who might want it was more than welcome to it. He'd read all he cared for by now. It was fascinating how scandal now was a natural consequence of being a politician, not something that would immediately ruin a man. Of course, he'd had plenty of time to learn that. It still struck him as amusing at times.
It was a shame to feel the fae magic in the area. While he'd never been particularly bothered with the fae -- he'd tapped into their power more than once during his Midnight days -- it simply felt wrong that they should be holding as much of the mortal realm in London as they seemed to. This was another world, not theirs. So, he'd have to see that set to right.
Deep in his thoughts, he'd begun walking, only to make a turn and clip someone's shoulder with his. Or perhaps they clipped him. Either way, the result was the same, and he gave a slight, old-fashioned bow. "Excuse me. I was distracted. Are you alright?"
I have thee not
Approaching Daybreak, November 8th
"Thank you, sir, for agreeing to meet me so quickly." As he said it, Lord Coward approached the man with an extended hand. It was refreshing to know that some things never changed -- like Daybreak politics. Men who rose to high ranks, as this man had, were often keen to keep them. It tended toward the matriarcal, after all.
Which was where they might well be able to help one another.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Norrell."
And yet I see thee still
Approaching Redbright, November 10th
This was new. Well, not particularly new, perhaps, but certainly after his time. He hadn't been to London since it's founding. It certainly presented itself as a noble cause and a fine instutition, which only made himself wonder what the cracks were. What dark little secrets were hidden in its walls.
That was a matter for another time. As it stood, Lord Coward had a few tasks to accomplish at the school, not least of which was attempting to facilitate getting help for pushing the fae out of Lewisham. The school was run, after all, by the leader of Daybreak, so there was surely cause to think she might be of assistance.
It wouldn't hurt, certainly, to see a bit of the campus, too.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
Approaching East End, November 12th
Of all the appointments Lord Coward had made this week, this was the one he was most dreading. It was, after all, an ancient feud that had its reasons for continuing. He had no real desire to do this, but he was too unconnected to properly act. So, it would have to be done.
"Thank you, Mister Memon, for agreeing to this meeting." Unlike with the Daybreak High Priest, Coward didn't offer his hand. They were on far different footing. "I know our social circles have their differences."
A polite way of putting it, to be sure, but he wasn't about to insult the man. Not when he wanted to suggest that it was in their best interest not to try killing one another for awhile.
To feeling as to sight
Whitechapel, mid November, night
There were always plenty of people willing to let a vampire feed on them. Sometimes, as with one of his newest acquaintances, they wanted money. Others were just after the thrill. He appreciated both equally.
But nothing could quite match the pleasure of the hunt.
It felt almost laughable to walk the streets of Whitechapel, looking for prey. He was quite content with having this as his territory to protect. Still, it wasn't lost on him that these were the very places the Ripper hand once looked for his prey. He couldn't help but chuckle at the mere idea.
When he saw someone, he approached, offering a raised hand to indicate he was there. He smiled a bit, almost wary. "Good evening. Bit late to be out, isn't it?"
Lewisham, early November, day
The streets themselves were classic. He still knew their twists and turns, even if automobiles commanded the streets instead of horse-drawn carriages. Even so, it was good to be back on them, walking the once-familiar paths to learn what had replaced what he knew. The air of the place was entirely different, and he was almost sorry to see it lost. London hadn't been perfect then, no, but he'd known it. Now, he had to get to know a stranger all over again.
He folded up his newspaper he had been reading and set it aside on a bench. Anyone else who might want it was more than welcome to it. He'd read all he cared for by now. It was fascinating how scandal now was a natural consequence of being a politician, not something that would immediately ruin a man. Of course, he'd had plenty of time to learn that. It still struck him as amusing at times.
It was a shame to feel the fae magic in the area. While he'd never been particularly bothered with the fae -- he'd tapped into their power more than once during his Midnight days -- it simply felt wrong that they should be holding as much of the mortal realm in London as they seemed to. This was another world, not theirs. So, he'd have to see that set to right.
Deep in his thoughts, he'd begun walking, only to make a turn and clip someone's shoulder with his. Or perhaps they clipped him. Either way, the result was the same, and he gave a slight, old-fashioned bow. "Excuse me. I was distracted. Are you alright?"
I have thee not
Approaching Daybreak, November 8th
"Thank you, sir, for agreeing to meet me so quickly." As he said it, Lord Coward approached the man with an extended hand. It was refreshing to know that some things never changed -- like Daybreak politics. Men who rose to high ranks, as this man had, were often keen to keep them. It tended toward the matriarcal, after all.
Which was where they might well be able to help one another.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Norrell."
And yet I see thee still
Approaching Redbright, November 10th
This was new. Well, not particularly new, perhaps, but certainly after his time. He hadn't been to London since it's founding. It certainly presented itself as a noble cause and a fine instutition, which only made himself wonder what the cracks were. What dark little secrets were hidden in its walls.
That was a matter for another time. As it stood, Lord Coward had a few tasks to accomplish at the school, not least of which was attempting to facilitate getting help for pushing the fae out of Lewisham. The school was run, after all, by the leader of Daybreak, so there was surely cause to think she might be of assistance.
It wouldn't hurt, certainly, to see a bit of the campus, too.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
Approaching East End, November 12th
Of all the appointments Lord Coward had made this week, this was the one he was most dreading. It was, after all, an ancient feud that had its reasons for continuing. He had no real desire to do this, but he was too unconnected to properly act. So, it would have to be done.
"Thank you, Mister Memon, for agreeing to this meeting." Unlike with the Daybreak High Priest, Coward didn't offer his hand. They were on far different footing. "I know our social circles have their differences."
A polite way of putting it, to be sure, but he wasn't about to insult the man. Not when he wanted to suggest that it was in their best interest not to try killing one another for awhile.
To feeling as to sight
Whitechapel, mid November, night
There were always plenty of people willing to let a vampire feed on them. Sometimes, as with one of his newest acquaintances, they wanted money. Others were just after the thrill. He appreciated both equally.
But nothing could quite match the pleasure of the hunt.
It felt almost laughable to walk the streets of Whitechapel, looking for prey. He was quite content with having this as his territory to protect. Still, it wasn't lost on him that these were the very places the Ripper hand once looked for his prey. He couldn't help but chuckle at the mere idea.
When he saw someone, he approached, offering a raised hand to indicate he was there. He smiled a bit, almost wary. "Good evening. Bit late to be out, isn't it?"
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Making deals with vampires was scraping the bottom of the barrel, for sure. This wasn't going to win him any popularity contests with his pack but it would potentially save their lives if he could ignore everything he'd ever learnt since he was turned.
"That's putting it mildly."
His smile is professional, as is his handshake.
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Coward smiled faintly, showing the teeth that, for now, looked perfectly flat, only a bit of sharpness that was human at the canines. He did certainly have a bottle of wine ready, though he doubted his guest would be drinking. After all, he couldn't get drunk, and he doubted the man who'd be sitting across from him wanted that disadvantage on his head. So he wouldn't insist.
"Or, perhaps," he murmured, taking his seat and motioning to the other chair, "we can see to an armistice of a few months. With, perhaps, a bit of assistance for each other in other goals for that time."
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It's not as if James instantly likes the vampire. But he hates less than he thought he would.
It's disconcerting.
"What would you want from me? I can assure you no other member of my pack would support you in your endeavors."
This was more of a deal between individuals than organizations.
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But someone had to set an example. He knew full well how badly it could go to fight multiple fronts in a war. That was why he had a list of people to speak to, agreements to reach. For now, the werewolves were essential.
"I haven't been in London for some time. Imagine my surprise, then, to learn that the fae have crossed into our realm and are taking territories of which they have no need." Step one: establish a mutual interest. "I believe we can all -- or most of us, at least -- agree that their efforts must be counteracted."
It would be an uneasy truce, but making it clear it wouldn't last might help a good deal for both sides.
"Until that can happen, I would suggest that we serve our common concern. We drive the fae out of the mortal realm. Then, we can happily go back to killing each other."
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He can't really say why the fae do what they do - but that's sort of the whole theme with them isn't it? They're whimsical.
They're a headache is what they really are.
And while he can appreciate the sentiment, all James has to offer him is his ambition. His connections are minimal and his influence is practically nonexistent. It's turning out to be difficult to manage a political career in the supernatural and mortal world at the same time.
"Is that all you wished to discuss?"
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An attempt the werewolves might interfere with since he was announcing it. But--
"I would like your help. And the help of anyone in the pack who would agree. In exchange, I will offer my help and the help of anyone in the nest who will agree when your pack decides to expand. So long, of course, as it is not into vampire territory."
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"Of course," he demurred. "And as long as you do not drive them into East End territory - we would be happy to aid you in that regard."
'Happy' might be a strong word. More like strong armed into it from their perspective, and James knew this would be their reaction. But when there was a greater threat, action had to be taken - whether he liked it or not.
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His 'pleased' and James's 'happy' were very similar.
But something had to be done about the fae. They were best kept to their realm, passing through this one but not setting up permanent residences. Even Blackwood, for all his ambitions, had never trusted the fae. Never given them free reign. Nor would he ever have done so.
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Honestly, it's in his favor that his pack is small and that it's influential members have disappeared in one way or another. Coward better have some influence of his own or else he'll be having a rougher time of it than he will.
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"Very carefully."