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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."
WILDCARD
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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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"I won't waste your time; I'm here for your support."
He quickly continues, hoping to instead win her over with a mutual dislike of the same group.
"My pack is uncomfortable with the Fae at our back door. I know you wish to see them gone and I am here to ask for whatever support you can offer to ensure that Havering does not stay in their hands."
Better to let it belong to werewolves than to the Fae, is what he's saying.
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She makes a "hmm" sound, running over each of these possibilities in her mind.
"I understand your discomfort," she says at length. "I wouldn't be sorry to see them gone. When are you planning to do this?"
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Especially for people like Faolan. Who apparently wanted everything to be copacetic and friendly.
But this wasn't an After School program. This was real life.
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"We're all rather occupied by the election, as you can imagine. I and others in the Night Council would be much better placed to support you after the election, if you need our help. I'm sure that a few of our witches would be more than happy to lend assistance."
She can think of a few names. They won't need much persuading, especially after the Islington Nest failed to drive out the fae in their last attempt.
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While it's not what he wants, James knows he's in no position to argue his side. Yet. He just needs to be grateful she's even promising this much.
"If there is anything I can do in exchange...," he trails off, hopefully to allow Sylvia to fill in the blank. He can't even offer her his vote, unfortunately....but that might change.
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It's less an expression of gratitude or appreciation, more a goodbye.