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undergrounds2016-04-09 04:21 pm
youronlylaw) wrote in undergrounds2016-04-09 04:21 pm
You're gonna go far kid (OPEN)
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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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."
WILDCARD
James can be found anywhere in the city you would like to encounter him, if you would like something more specific tailored to you - we can work that out, PP
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He tries to say it as nicely as he can but there is a bite to it that reeks of pride.
"And my offer stands. Even if the reality of the situation sounds like vague threats."
A smile and he sets his eyes on Finnick to respond to his snide remark.
"There's a lot the witches would do to see you kicked to the curb and back in the Other Realm."
Including entertaining wolves.
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He leans forward, his jaw tight and his eyes alight with anger as he tries to pierce to whatever secrets James is smugly hiding. "You've made deals with the vampires recently and you must be dealing with the witches now if you're so confident."
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Finnick prefers to play things safe - it's where the two of them most often seem to disagree - but Eames has always been a gambling man. He'll wait to see where the dice land on that one if this is all there is to be offered.
"Let's be clear then," Eames cants his head, smile thin and dangerous, "what you want, is for us to pay into your protection racket. The cost being Havering, yes?
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He isn't going to argue it - mostly because there's little point in trying to convince those who are obviously dead-set against whatever it is you're trying to sell.
You can lead a Fae to water, apparently.
He's tempted to just leave now and save his own time of listening to them refuse but, it'd be rude to simply deny them the opportunity to rethink the offer.
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He turns to look at Eames, wondering what's going through the Unseelie Lord's head. They're trickier by nature, and Finnick can see that Eames wants to make a deal here. "This is a waste of our time," he tells him.
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"Seems you've come all this way for nothing. Apologies," Eames offers with an apologetic smile. They'll have to prepare for an attack on Havering no doubt, but that can wait for the moment.
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As he stands to leave, James pulls out his phone and begins idly typing something. As he does, he speaks without looking up at the Fae before leaving.
"I recommend you stay and glance over the menu."
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"Are all wolves so presumptuous?" he says rhetorically, with a sneer.
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"We should get prepared," he says, starting to sound exhausted too. "How soon do you think he'll make a move?"
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"I'll call you if I hear anything from my court."
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Well at least he can count on Finnick to be just as tired and annoyed with all this, and he gives the man a look that expresses his feelings here before he turns to leave.
"I'll speak to you later."