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undergrounds2015-06-09 09:02 am
looksatkings) wrote in undergrounds2015-06-09 09:02 am
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1. Arrival in London - Open
No one had noticed a cat slip onto the Tube at Heathrow Airport. A few perhaps noticed the cat get off at Blackfriars, but said cat quite obviously didn't care. He made his way up to street level and darted into an alleyway at the first opportunity. And, a few moments later a man walked out, brushing imaginary dirt off the sleeves of his shirt. He looked around and headed off down the street towards the reconstructed Globe theatre. Unlike the most of the people heading for the theater, he didn't join the press at the box office. Instead, he worked his way around the outside of the building, occasionally trailing his fingers along the theatre's outside wall.
"You're not the same, old friend," he said quietly. "But perhaps you have the same soul."
2. At the Unseelie Court - Closed to Court members
Tybalt had presented himself as was proper, and swore fealty to the Unseelie Court. Mostly because there apparently wasn't much other choice here. But for all London had changed in the centuries he'd been away, it was almost nice to see that at least the fae hadn't changed. He'd just gotten spoiled in San Francisco, where the Seelie and Unseelie Courts were weak enough that he'd been able to declare himself and his independent of that little war. But things were different here, and he would adapt. What he needed to do now was meet the other members of the Court, and get a better idea of how things really worked around here.
3. Taking in the local culture
Unlike a lot of his fae brethren, Tybalt was perfectly comfortable in the mortal world. Sometimes more so than in the Other Realms, truth be told. Not that he had any particular affection for mortals on the whole, except in how they might benefit him. But they could be beneficial, he knew. Like the young woman who was currently handing him his basket of fish and chips. Terrible food, health wise, but oh so delicious. There were small tables outside the shop, and he claimed one for himself where he could watch people pass by. He fastidiously wiped his hands on one of the brown paper napkins, and began to eat his food, all while watching for anything interesting to happen.
4. Wildcard!
No one had noticed a cat slip onto the Tube at Heathrow Airport. A few perhaps noticed the cat get off at Blackfriars, but said cat quite obviously didn't care. He made his way up to street level and darted into an alleyway at the first opportunity. And, a few moments later a man walked out, brushing imaginary dirt off the sleeves of his shirt. He looked around and headed off down the street towards the reconstructed Globe theatre. Unlike the most of the people heading for the theater, he didn't join the press at the box office. Instead, he worked his way around the outside of the building, occasionally trailing his fingers along the theatre's outside wall.
"You're not the same, old friend," he said quietly. "But perhaps you have the same soul."
2. At the Unseelie Court - Closed to Court members
Tybalt had presented himself as was proper, and swore fealty to the Unseelie Court. Mostly because there apparently wasn't much other choice here. But for all London had changed in the centuries he'd been away, it was almost nice to see that at least the fae hadn't changed. He'd just gotten spoiled in San Francisco, where the Seelie and Unseelie Courts were weak enough that he'd been able to declare himself and his independent of that little war. But things were different here, and he would adapt. What he needed to do now was meet the other members of the Court, and get a better idea of how things really worked around here.
3. Taking in the local culture
Unlike a lot of his fae brethren, Tybalt was perfectly comfortable in the mortal world. Sometimes more so than in the Other Realms, truth be told. Not that he had any particular affection for mortals on the whole, except in how they might benefit him. But they could be beneficial, he knew. Like the young woman who was currently handing him his basket of fish and chips. Terrible food, health wise, but oh so delicious. There were small tables outside the shop, and he claimed one for himself where he could watch people pass by. He fastidiously wiped his hands on one of the brown paper napkins, and began to eat his food, all while watching for anything interesting to happen.
4. Wildcard!
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The teenager on the other hand barely registered on Tybalt's radar. What care of his was it if some human idiot got himself ensnared and eaten by a vampire? It was only his problem if the vampire did something stupid that might draw mortal attention. Since that didn't seem likely, he turned his attention back to his food.
He was just wiping the last of the fry salt off his fingers with fastidious precision when the vampire returned and sat down far too close for Tybalt's comfort. He kept his expression politely neutral however as he gave the creature a very slight nod. "I highly doubt anyone will ask," he said, voice deliberately bland. "Unless it turns out there's a reason to ask."
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He sips the water once it arrives, turning his chair so that he's facing Tybalt. His eyes hold an appraising, intense look, almost as if he's sizing up how Tybalt's blood would taste. "So who and what are you then? Animal, vegetable, or mineral?" He doesn't smell like a human being, which narrows down what he could be by a minimal amount.
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He leans back in his chair, lifting the front legs off the ground and returns the vampire's assessing gaze. "They say information is power. And if that's true, it would be truly foolish for me to relinquish that advantage, now wouldn't it?"
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"Maybe you're a fool." Though Cooper doubts that very much. He's got a wild impulse to kick the back legs of Tybalt's chair out from under him and restrains that crazy train of thought. "Let's make a game of it. Three guesses. If I guess right, you're my alibi. If I guess wrong, I'll do something you want."
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However, he couldn't help being at least a little intrigued by the guessing game. "Guesses about what?" he asked, with a raised eyebrow.