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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 By the evening they'll have withdrawn, and Norrell can have fun explaining to the families of the deceased that they died for a shithole like Croydon.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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The silence draws out a minute longer before Norrell sits back, staring down the bowl of water then flicking his eyes up to Childermass.
"It is done," he confirms. "We have won."
And despite it all, Norrell sounds faintly surprised himself.
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"Congratulations, sir," he says, inclining his head towards the other man slightly. "It would seem that we have."
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Now his lips twitch into a bewildered, pleased sort of smile and yet Norrell does not quite know what to do with himself. His goals are being achieved, and so used is he to resistance that the completing of them is an alien sort of feeling.
"We should begin arranging things," he says after a moment, seeming to collect himself. "The territory must be sealed as quickly as possible. It will require a coven present."
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He inclines his head towards the other man. "Tell me what you need, sir, and I will see that it is done."
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"We need need to summon the coven to a meeting point, make sure the Guardians are there to ensure our safety -- perhaps some other escorts too. We will need supplies, too, and quickly. To pick a place that is easy to guard and already clear...."
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"I know of a place that I think would do very well," Childermass says. "How quickly?"
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To Norrell, it is already a great stroke of luck that this plan has gone so well! He may publicly say it was his own careful planning and tactics that of course ensured such a thing, but privately he is ever paranoid about his own ability and sure failure and disaster looms always nearby.
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"It will be done when we are ready," Childermass drawls in return, "and no sooner than that. These supplies you need. Do we have them here, or should I send for them?"
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He looks up finally, frowns impatiently. Somewhere not too public, somewhere in the better part of Croydon he hopes -- not that there is much in it to a man like Norrell.
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"You work on assembling the people, and I will get to these materials. Let me know whether we should need to push it out. I will make sure that we have everything we need for tonight."
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A thing which would most definitely be intolerable! It may, perhaps, feel easier now that the fae do not have Midnight to support them but paranoia is a thing Norrell is ever full of. What if they return with a great fae army! What if they are only waiting for the right moment to turn and strike, even trap them! No, they must work quickly so they may secure themselves!
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"You do not have anything to fear on that front, sir," Childermass reassures. "For now at least, you have had your victory." He inclines his head. "I will see to it that the arrangements are made. Is there anything else?" He knows better than to just leave without asking.
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