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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?"
Nov 8th
He was a vampire, and although he had been a witch before that Norrell regarded his life with great suspicion.
Yet Childermass had told him Coward had connections and ambition. Things, he assured Norrell, that he might be amenable to using if he hopes to rise to a position of note. Such a man, he told Norrell, is a good person to have owing you a favour.
Norrell was uncomfortable, but agreed finally. If with a certain degree of irritation.
When Lord Coward enters Norrell does not stand or look up. He continues writing, since of course his time is far too important for him to stop working just because a vampire wishes to speak with him...! Finally his eyes flick up, regard the hand offered with mild distaste, then drop again to his paper.
Coward might have his work cut out here. Off to one side, lurking as a constant guard, Childermass visibly rolls his eyes.
"There was something you wanted to discuss?" Norrell prompts, seemingly not particularly interested in whatever it might be. Not yet.
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"I was told, sir, that you consider the wide-spread influence of the fae -- particularly their establishing a firm presence in this realm -- as a serious threat." There was no need to bother with pleasantries here. If the man wanted to jump straight to business, that was the smartest thing to do. Which meant his first point had to be establishing a shared interest. "I wanted, therefore, to commend you in person and discuss how we might help one another in that regard."
He had been young when he took a seat in the House of Lords, acted as the Lion for the Order, and been made Home Secretary. A great deal of his work then had been accomplished by being what his elders -- even if he was the elder in this case -- wanted him to be. Saying the right thing in the right way and doing exactly what he ought. This man was no different.
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"I think them very much a threat," he says finally, "how many territories have they taken in the past few months? How much damage have they caused? Yet still people sit idly by and lick their wounds. Daybreak was once a strong presence in London. If we continue to allow such insult as the fae, who we have always sealed out for this very reason, to keep claiming land from us soon the entire of London is sure to fall to their majority!"
He laces his hands together, sits back more comfortably in his chair and regards Coward.
"You wish the fae gone too?"
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Men who wear their opinions and emotions at every turn have always been the sort Colin likes to put himself near. He was one of them once, and he'd been shown a new way of life. Been exposed to a new kind of personality. Not that he thinks he's anywhere near as powerful or persuasive as Lord Blackwood, but he won't forget that first meeting any time soon.
It allows him to smile a little more and step forward, offering his hand.
"Lord Colin Coward. I intend to do what I can to push the fae back to their own realm."
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So it is that he sits forward finally, clasps Coward's hand this time for a moment.
"Then I would be happy to hear you out. You have an idea?"
A venture, perhaps? A plan of some sort? He sits back and laces his hands once more, regards Coward with open curiosity. A vampire who used to be a witch is a strange sort of thing, to Norrell. Especially Coward here. The vampire in the man sets him uneasy but the witch is a side he understands.
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Coward waits only long enough for an assent before he takes a seat across from Norrell. What he is... Well. He can trade on what he was in this situation.
"Naturally, I must consider the interests of my nest first and foremost," he murmurs, considering the words carefully. Or, rather, considering them as he has rehearsed. "But I am not unsympathetic to the plight of Circle Daybreak with the fae."
He pauses. Then, he says, "I would like to expand the reach of the nest, and I would like to use that movement to push the fae back, out of this realm. Make London safer from them."
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"And how far would you expect to expand? How many territories would be claimed in the name of this? Would such a thing stop once the fae are gone?"
He slumps back in his chair and shakes his head unhappily. No, on paper all he can see right now is a vampire faction spreading its claim. One right next to Daybreak, too, and that is not reassuring.
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He smiles easily. It is a dangerous look. Young and charming. One that led many of his fellows in both the House of Lords and the Daybreak coven he was in away from their righteous path.
"And, of course, for a formal alliance, it would be understood that there would be a mutual promise of non-aggression."
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Pushing to his feet he paces behind his chair, leans his arms onto the back of it and laces his hands together -- thinking, comparing plans. If Islington wish to expand regardless, of course...
"And how can we be sure," he says carefully, "that your word is good? How do we know you will not turn on us at a moment's notice, that you do not lead us into a trap on behalf of the fae?"