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The Croydon Debacle
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Croydon is a dismal place at the best of times, but at this time of year it's damp and cold and miserable. Amazing it's a place in such high demand. December 7th will see preparations taken. Some of the fae in the area take serious issue with handing the area over to witches of any kind and vacate the area as soon as word gets to them. Others prepare for the inevitable fight coming to their doorsteps. The hope is to avoid as much bloodshed as possible, avoid alerting more mortals than necessary as to what's happening on their doorsteps, but it's foolish to assume Daybreak would catch a whiff of this and not step in. December 8th. The day of the handoff. Several fae, Eames included, watch the witches coming in with a harsh gaze. It's kind of frustrating, how it's impossible to tell the allegiance of the witches by sight alone. It may seem threatening or intimidating, but it's important to be ready at moment's notice. One thing they'll not allow is to be bested again so soon. December 9th is a strange day; likely on all sides. With so many involved, it's probably a surprise that all it lead to is a stalemate. Anyone sensitive enough to magic will feel an electric tension in the air; tempers are high, frustrations are high, crime... is surprisingly low actually. A place held in contention between fae and witches is bound to be a magical minefield, but the fae at least seem more concerned with fortifying their position than starting any fights in the immediate future. |
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"Maybe next time," he says, glancing up at Eames with something that's almost a smirk. He knows Eames likes to fight and it must have been hard not to get directly involved this time, but he's right that he was more useful elsewhere.
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"What about you?" His eyes track the movement of Arthur's hands as he speaks. He's always found weapon maintenance to be calming - watching or doing it himself - something about the methodical nature of it. "Get in many fights?"
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"I was mostly making sure the Midnight witches and the fae were able to get out alright. I don't like fighting witches that much, even if they are Daybreak. Took a couple vampires out, though."
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"How soon do you think you'll be ready to try and take it back?"
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Eames frowns and scratches his chin as he thinks this over, 'try' indeed. "Depends on a lot of things."
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"Thanks, by the way."
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"You don't have to thank me," he says, a little awkwardly.
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Eames frowns down at his drink - he knows Arthur has his distaste for the way Daybreak and the Night Council operate, his help is just a matter of aligned interest, but regardless Arthur's help has been of great use and freely given. Part of him feels obligated to acknowledge that.
And now it's happened. He clears his throat uncomfortably, implying that they should just move on to a different topic.
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"Well, it seems to suit you, all of this," he says, gesturing vaguely after he puts the last gun part in its place in the kit. "I know you hate the politics but you come by it very naturally." There's only a hint of irony in his voice, almost like condescension, but there's no ill intent behind the statement.
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"It's what I already do," Eames gestures broadly, not intending to be dismissive, even if he is. "Just on a larger scale."
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A London without this brand of aggressive Circle Daybreak is a thing of recent memory, but now they're so deep into this conflict that it's hard to imagine it coming back. If anything, Norrell's on the upswing, and he'll only get more ambitious over time. Arthur's seen his type.
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Eames sighs. He's so tired of this already, and he can feel that it's only going to get worse from here.
"I should go," he says abruptly, finishing his beer and putting the bottle down on the table, "no offence to present company, but I prefer to drown my misery alone." Ideally with some fae wine; then he can get properly drunk.
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"Okay," he says, still affecting a neutral tone. "Give me a call when you sort stuff out." He stands up because it's polite, but he trusts Eames can show himself out.
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