CROYDON 2: CROYDON HARDER

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January 7th-14th: Once the purge really gets going, it's pretty obvious that Croydon's being targeted disproportionately. It's less of a surprise than some might like; the area's a source of numerous bruised egos - Eames' included - but more than that, every side involved clearly wants to put this to bed. Daybreak, unfortunately, has a lot more backing and more official channels to go through to get the upper hand. Numerous people are taken in by the Night Council on whatever charges of using dark magic can be used against them, and it leaves a not insignificant dent in their power. Clever, one might suppose, reduce the numbers before Daybreak - Norrell, let's all be honest here - send the bodies in to take the area. Eames has the fae on his side and the people in his employ do what they can to undermine this though. Moving people out of the area quickly and under the noses of the Council guardians sweeping the area, goods hidden, the odd person stored away safely in Faery. More than anything, it's a move of solidarity with those living here. A gentle suggestion that those witches, fae, metas, etc. in the area can trust him and his to look after them. January 15th: This is a losing fight, and Eames makes it clear no one is obligated to join in before things start. There's too many extenuating circumstances to have a hope of keeping their hands on Croydon. Still. Eames is too frustrated with the current state of affairs to let it go easily, and he amasses a small militia of the like-minded. They may not be able to keep Croydon, but they can make it difficult as hell to take. The plan is simple: In the early hours of the morning, before the sun has risen, they'll attack. The intent was to avoid bloodshed last time, but this time the intent is clearly to kill as many as possible. By the evening they'll have withdrawn, and Norrell can have fun explaining to the families of the deceased that they died for a shithole like Croydon.

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[occultdisciple]

"You can get addicted to nearly anything," Coward murmured, his voice scarcely little more than a purr. It was true, he knew. Fae blood was dangerous. Too much, yes, and the ill effects would be felt. But someone needed to make a point. That the fae would not be tolerated. Were not safe.

But it didn't escape him that an elder was scolding him. As young as the boy looked, it would not be impossible for him to regain his standing and, as he should, outrank Coward again. Which meant that outright disrespect couldn't be given into. He had to treat him like he had Sir Thomas.

If he got in the way, someone else could remove him. That wasn't his job. It was never his job. He was simply the politician, the one to pave the way and present a public face. So, he sighs, closing his eyes for a moment to focus away from the high.

"It's one fae. The first in a century. It won't happen again, I assure you."

[dredefulchilde]

Joscelin sighs. "You're a fool," he replies softly. "But you're a young fool, so what was I to expect? Haven't you watched those television specials they used to air? This is your brain on drugs, and all that? There's never only one fae. Older and stronger vampires than you have succumbed to the addiction. But if you insist it's the only one, I'll believe you. For now."

He looks at the fae's corpse.

"It's almost a pity. She was a pretty thing, wasn't she? Oh, well. Life goes on."