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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 By the evening they'll have withdrawn, and Norrell can have fun explaining to the families of the deceased that they died for a shithole like Croydon.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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Annie Cresta cannot take a complement.
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He tilts his head to try and catch her eye, still smiling and friendly. It's... Exhausting. But one never knows how these things can pay off later. "How long did it take you?"
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"Uhm- I don't know. I didn't really, ah, count-? I just started working on it when, uhm, when Finnick mentioned taking Croydon back." Finnick. Mentioning him has her smiling and actually relaxing for just a moment. "I started working on it then. A lot." She wanted to prove to Finnick she was totally capable.
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"Oh! Yes- I-" and then, bright as anything "-he's my boyfriend."
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"Uhm- a while now. I've never really counted. It seems silly, when you're dating a fae."
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He shakes his head like he's suddenly realised something, "I'm sorry, it's rude of me to pry." And he can hardly keep her here so he can ask questions until she shares some useful information. Sooner or later she'd catch on.
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"No- no, it's okay. I, ah- I guess I shouldn't be surprised. That he hasn't, ah, mentioned me." She shifts. He'd want to keep her protected as much as he could, because that was Finnick for you. "He's really really great. Sorry, you probably have other things to do. Don't need to hear about me and my boyfriend." Annie giggles, waving the subject aside.