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Eames. ([personal profile] falsify) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2015-12-12 02:42 pm

The Croydon Debacle

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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[personal profile] specifiercity 2015-12-28 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Arthur nods as he opens the case, getting to work quickly and taking apart his gun with practiced ease. It's a slightly quicker process than it was after Lewisham, since Arthur was too frazzled that night to really let muscle memory take over once the live ammo was removed from the situation, and while he's still a little tightly wound tonight it's a much more familiar feeling.

"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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[personal profile] specifiercity 2015-12-28 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
"A few," he says, feeling himself unwind as he goes. His hands move quickly but precisely over the gun parts, and he pauses as he reflects on the night.

"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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[personal profile] specifiercity 2015-12-31 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Arthur nods. It's the honorable way to do it, at least, and he can respect that. He's always preferred to limit casualties to only the absolutely necessary, even if thinning out their numbers would put Daybreak at a significant disadvantage.

"How soon do you think you'll be ready to try and take it back?"
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[personal profile] specifiercity 2016-01-10 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, just keep me in the loop," Arthur says, sounding distracted as he continues methodically cleaning out the gun. It's completely disassembled now, and he's almost done except for the magazine. "You know I'll help where I can."
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[personal profile] specifiercity 2016-01-10 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
That earns a look in Eames' direction, his hands slowing briefly as he pauses to make sure he's heard right. Once the mental doubletake is over with, he looks back down at what he's doing and frowns, because he doesn't quite know how to respond to it. He doesn't really do this for Eames, after all, and it's nothing to do with any fondness for the fae. It just so happens that the fae's goals happen to align with his own for the moment, and he has the anonymity and skill set to help them.

"You don't have to thank me," he says, a little awkwardly.
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[personal profile] specifiercity 2016-01-10 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Arthur acquiesces with a sigh, wondering how a man so old could still be so awkward about thank yous. Perhaps immortality doesn't really grant perspective, and maybe Eames' pride has just become more solid over the centuries he's been alive.

"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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[personal profile] specifiercity 2016-01-10 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Arthur sits back with his drink, nodding thoughtfully as he takes a sip. "It's harder to find things to use as bargaining chips when it's on a larger scale, though," he says, his tone a hint pessimistic. "If only there was something Gilbert Norrell wanted badly enough that you could bargain with him to just leave."
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[personal profile] specifiercity 2016-01-10 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, so it's my fault," Arthur says, the irony returning. He knows that if Eames had really wanted to go that night, he would have gone. Arthur has no disillusions about his level of control over Eames' actions.
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[personal profile] specifiercity 2016-01-10 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, I can't say you're entirely wrong there."

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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[personal profile] specifiercity 2016-01-10 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Arthur can tell Eames is weary, which must mean it's even worse than it looks. The man's so good at masking his feelings, Arthur has to second guess every time he thinks he's read him. This time he can tell.

"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.