undergrounds | HAVERING CLAIM

DECEMBER 5-7th; ANYTIME

The lead up to the claim is deceptively quiet. Although he already knows that most of the would-be interested parties will have their eyes on Croydon come the 8th, Finnick still doesn't want to attract any undue attention. He's quiet as he pokes around the borough, identifying places where he and his group might visit and checking for any large gatherings of Daybreak witches or vampires that might resist them. He's unarmed while he does this, knowing that a trident would attract all that undue attention he doesn't want, so he's ready to open a door and flee in the face of trouble.

DECEMBER 8TH; NIGHT

When it's time, Finnick gathers his group and they start in the south of Havering, opening doors for allies to walk in and out of as they start visiting supernatural communities in the borough. They stop in any known meeting places along with anywhere they can sense a significant magical presence - a witch or two in an apartment won't draw them, but a dozen werewolves camped out in some basement brings them knocking. Every time they meet with someone, Finnick gently explains the situation: the fae are claiming this territory and nothing has to change, as long as no one tries to attack any fae.

The trident strapped to Finnick's back is ever present - a quiet threat of what may happen if anyone tries to object. He slips in and out of shadows when there are humans present so as not to draw attention, but in the empty streets he walks freely, towing his group behind him or letting them spread throughout the borough without him. He's mostly here to oversee, after all, and he'll appear at a moment's notice if any of his Seelie fae are attacked.

DECEMBER 9TH; MORNING/MID-DAY

Finnick is a man of his word, and come morning little has changed in the territory. Fae have started moving in (many pre-emptively from Croydon), and a number of doors have been left open for the faery folk to walk freely in and out of the Other Realm. Finnick has found himself a spot near the window of a cafe, still easily found by any fae that may need him, but he's also making sure he's present in case any other factions decide they don't like what's happened. He stays there a few hours, ordering a couple coffees and a sandwich once lunchtime comes around. Waiting for signs of trouble and news of Croydon.

[OOC: As discussed, this is a quiet claim because of the hand-off happening the same night in Croydon, but if you want to make a top-level for yourself go ahead! Alternatively hit me up on plurk or on the plotting post if you want a more specific prompt!]

Threaded | Flat

Finnick comes home in the early hours of the morning, quiet as he walks into his apartment and locks the door behind him. His trident has been stowed in the Other Realm already and he's ready to relax - so ready that there's a smile on his face. This feels significant for him, personally. Like it's a first step toward something better for him, something beyond the fresh memories of pain and fear and every other awful emotion he hadn't known could be felt so sharply several decades ago.

He told Annie to go home before him. As they were approaching the north border of the territory having only met a little resistance, Finnick started dismissing his fae followers and told Annie to go as well, confident that they could finish it with reduced force. He was determined to see it through to the end, but that didn't mean he had to make everyone fatigued. So he's quiet and doesn't turn on any lights as he walks into the apartment, just in case she came here and she's already asleep, but secretly he hopes she's awake so he can tell her about this elated feeling in his chest. This relief. He wants to share it.

Ringer pointedly ignored the weariness in her soul. There's a quiet yet constant nagging in the back of her mind that her mission is unachievable and that her constant fight - alone as she is - will succeed in doing nothing but eventually getting her killed. In spite of this, she arrives in Havering quietly that night, pistol in the holster at her side with a smoke grenade in her back pocket and a few additional things in her backpack. Her jacket hides the grenade and the pistol well enough to move unmolested through the area.

She's about an hour into the hunt before she finally spots a fae door. Better, she finds someone opening one. Ringer moves through the shadows to get closer, drawing her gun a few meters out and pulling it level to the fae's chest. It only takes her a second to realize she recognizes the fae and she falters ever so slightly, gun dipping before steadying again.

"Why are you supporting them?"

News of Croydon indeed.

Finnick is easy to find, as he said he would be, and Eames certainly appreciates that. He sits down in the seat opposite without announcing himself or giving a greeting, this is already more polite than turning up at a guy's flat to chew him out in Eames' opinion.

"Nice work," Eames says, not exactly impressed, but there is a note of respect in his tone.

DECEMBER 9TH; EARLY MORNING (FOR ANNIE)

DECEMBER 8TH

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