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 By the evening they'll have withdrawn, and Norrell can have fun explaining to the families of the deceased that they died for a shithole like Croydon.

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God, Norrell leading an-- Ugh. Never even joke.

Still. Fun conversations aside, Eames goes quiet for a moment. He doesn't expect Childermass to tell him anything worthwhile, but he can't let the man go without getting anything for his time. And it'd be a terrible shame to kill him here. There's so much more fun to be had.

"You still haven't tell me what you've found," Eames says, gesturing impatiently with the gun, "much as I'm enjoying this little chat of ours, I'm not out here pointing a gun at you for fun."

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Childermass shrugs slightly, as though he isn't particularly bothered with the fact that Eames is pointing a gun at him. He certainly doesn't think that the man is about to shoot him. He wants information out of him after all.

"I can't imagine that anything I've found would be news to you," he hazards, casually as you please.

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Not fatally, no. But Eames is far from being above torture if it'll get him what he wants. Though he suspects the effort he'd have to expend to get anything worthwhile from Childermass is far more than is worth the pinch of information that he's found.

"But things that'll be news to your master," Eames says with another airy gesture, "that's what interests me."

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The information that Childermass would have about Norrell would probably be far more valuable to attempt to get out of him, if Eames were to go to such measures. Childermass doesn't intend to stick around long enough to let the other come to such a conclusion though.

"By the time I am able to relay any information of worth back to Norrell," Childermass proceeds, "you will have already gone and made the steps to change it all anyway. I have found nothing of worth. Nothing that he would care about at any rate. You would not have allowed me in so far as that, I am sure." He cocks a wry smile at the other man. "Unless you give me more credit as a spy than I am due."