You're gonna go far kid (OPEN)

[youronlylaw]

Private for Sylvia

James wouldn't dareask Slyvia to meet him somewhere when it was him asking a favor of her. A pretty big one too. He makes an appointment to see her, like anyone else. Unlike anyone else however, James is trying for clever and inwardly is tempted to just turn around and walk away right now and pretend none of this ever happened to begin with.

But then it's his turn to walk into the dragon's den. So he smiles, small and polite. Not too sure how to address her, he starts simply - with a brief nod and a greeting of,

"Madame President."


Private for Norrell

The day just after meeting with Sylvia, James has arranged to meet with Norrell in his own Night Council offices- he's pulling out all the punches for this attempt at diplomacy and is practically willing to sell his own mother (practically) to get Norrell to help him.

He's never had any real dealings with a Daybreak witch and thus holds no opinions of them over anyone else. Abigail Widdowson, however, does hold his ear a little better thanks to their brief associations before they became anything of note in the political climate.

Knowing Norrell's opinions (how could anyone not?) on werewolves, James is going to approach this like he would any client and starts with a smile.

"I appreciate you making the time to speak with me. I understand you have much to do."


Private for Abigail

After Abigail's voicemail and ensuing conversation with her, James asked to meet her in person to discuss things in more detail at the restaurant they first met at. It's meant to serve as a reminder that they'd tried before to ally and found that neither had something the other would need or even want in an alliance - both of them being too low on the totem pole at that time.

And now look at them both. Maiden of Witches and a new Alpha.

"Miss. Widdowson." James greets her like he would an old friend when she is escorted to their table.

The same bottle of wine - at least the same vintage - is on the table as last time.

This time however, two glasses are already poured.


Private for Eames & Finnick

Though all of his meetings these past few days have been difficult, this is probably the one that demands the most from him. With the two Seelie Lords, James knows they've had their hands tied rather severely, and it wouldn't be advantageous to ignore that. His intent is to take Havering out of their hands while the election occupies a large portion of the public attention in the supernatural community - but if he can arrange a peaceful and agreeable takeover...well, he'd rather try and say he made the attempt before taking action.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, gentlemen."

James has asked to meet them both in their own territory - specifically Bromley, near the border of Greenwich in a little cafe that is quiet and cozy. He doesn't anticipate having to make a hasty exit but if he has to, James would rather know exactly where he needed to go than wander deep into Fae territory and be in some potential danger.

He's reserved the backroom of the business for their purposes and has no traps or pack members to back him up. James does not anticipate this ending violently.

Drinking - Jolly Roger

What a week. James has decided to actually get willfully sloshed tonight and has visited his least favorite bar, the Jolly Roger. The only reason he's here is because Skip works here and knowing someone behind the bar means his glass is rarely empty - even if she wasn't here.

He's about halfway through his first glass when his phone vibrates angrily on the bartop and James looks at it like he wants to dunk it into his glass and forget about it.

"Can this election just be over?"


Settling pack disputes - Redbridge - first responder

Lupercalia was still managing to bite James in the ass two months later. The small but long lived pack that had hunted one of their older members to sacrifice to ensure a new year of young, activated wolves would take their place down and eventually lead him to James' door to plead for sanctuary.

As such, now that the festival was over, James went to the pack hoping that they would allow him to rejoin his family and live the remainder of his life in peace.

Apparently, that didn't go over well.

James can be found in a small park, bent over and leaning against a tree nursing what looks like a broken nose back into place as it slowly healed. There seems to be the remnants of bruises and cuts on his face and under his shirt - the only sign of them being the small pinpricks of blood that have soaked through his clothing and the small slashes in his shirt.

In short - he looks a mess.

As he straightens himself, James looks down at his jacket and notices that the seam of his shoulder has torn. This is apparently the straw that breaks his back as his face crumples for a moment and he mutters (loudly) a single, "Fuck."


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Comments

[brightwitch]

It isn't often that anyone outside of her favoured factions gets to meet with Sylvia in her Night Council office. So this is indeed an honour. However, the man she's meeting is the new alpha of the East End Pack, and that just about makes him worthwhile enough to schedule an appointment.

Perhaps he's just here to introduce himself over a cup of tea. Then again, he did ask for a private meeting, so perhaps there's something more to it.

Sylvia's PA shows James into the office. Sylvia stands up when James enters, smiling at him from behind her desk.

"Mr Memon. Please, take a seat. Would you like a drink? Tea, coffee?"

Jolly Roger

[protagonized]

Simon is nursing his third beer at the bar, hoping that Skip will show up. Their date the other night hadn't exactly gone well after he caught her dancing and he wants to apologize. In person. Somehow, he doesn't think a text message will do it.

But Skip isn't here and he's getting dangerously close to Sad Drunk mode. He's wallowing. Oh poor Simon, whose not-girlfriend isn't around and whose best friend is stuck in another country because his visa expired. Boo hoo.

Someone's phone buzzes loudly against the bar and he looks up suddenly, automatically reaching to see if it's his even though he knows very well that his is in his pocket. He looks over at the owner just in time to hear him curse the election. Even with the alcohol deadening his sense of smell, he can tell what the man is. Oh, a werewolf. Naturally.

"It's only another few weeks," he points out helpfully.

[acrookedchild]

"Mister Memon," she answered, reaching out to shake his hand.

How different their positions were now. Maiden of Witches and Alpha of the East End pack. She'd hoped to have better news, something certain. After their last conversation, it had been hopeful.

Now...

Well, her smile didn't quite reach her eyes as she sat down in her seat and happily took a sip of wine.

[thelittlemerman]

Finnick's still getting used to the idea of having to engage in negotiations, of being more than just a tool of his Court, but after his and Eames' meeting with Sylvia he's certainly not intimidated by the idea of meeting with James. He looks confident, if not a little cold, leaning back in his chair but shoulders still straight and posture still noble.

He has no idea what the wolf has in mind, but it seems that everyone wants to cut some sort of deal, ever since the fae started proving themselves to be capable in these faction conflicts. Finnick still sees his own part as relatively minor, but he'll play along for now, for as long as he can to see the fae safe in London.

"Of course," he says, glancing sideways at Eames. There's a polite smile that looks like it could disappear at the drop of a hat.

Settling pack disputes

[facethewolves]

Alex specifically goes looking for James. She doesn't want to talk to him over the phone, and she doesn't want to just leave a note. She actually wants to see him, which proves to be easier said than done.

Finally, she finds him in a park looking like he's just had the crap kicked out of him.

"What the hell did you do?" she demands by way of greeting, somewhere between concerned and annoyed.

drinking;

[iustitiae]

Connor perks up a little at the comment. This whole bar situation had been weird from the start. He'd come here because it wasn't far from City and he had just wanted a pint after a stressful day at work (sorry, Oliver, wherever you are) and he'd heard about the Jolly Rodger before and it's more colorful clientele, he just hadn't expected it to be quite so kitschy. And actually pirate themed. Extremely pirate themed.

So all in all it's not the most exciting pint he's ever had, but the mention of the election makes him excited. Mostly because he's mad on so many levels about the election - arguing is kind of his thing in life. So elections are a great subject; though maybe he should know better than to talk politics with strangers.

"Hey, at least they're keeping it exciting. The candidates are far from unopposed."

[hurtfew]

To be fair to Norrell his opinion of werewolves has... softened, if fractionally. At least when it comes to the East End Pack. They did, somewhat unexpectedly, support him after all when it came to Croydon. They have displayed a stance that generally is against the fae owning territory.

So he agrees to see him.

He makes James wait a little, of course, for an appointment and then to be allowed in. Just enough to get across that Norrell is important and busy.

When he is finally brought through Norrell continues writing a few moments -- there is no computer gracing his desk, only paperwork and files. Norrell is old fashioned to his core, and when he finally looks up his small, beady eyes inspect James curiously.

He sets aside his pen, laces his hands together on the desk.

"It is a busy time of year," he responds, "there is much to be done. So yes, I am pressed for time."

In other words, James, get on with it.