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undergrounds2016-05-18 07:05 pm
knowstheworld) wrote in undergrounds2016-05-18 07:05 pm
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Despite however unpopular Norrell may be among the people, Childermass knew as soon as the man lost the election that there was something more to it than a simple loss. And while the man himself ranted and raved about recounts and injustices, Childermass knows that there is something more to it than that. So he sets himself to investigating.
Of course, it isn't easy to determine just what had happened. Which is rather the point, he suspects, as he follows dead end after dead end obviously set up for exactly this purpose -- to lead him off the trail. (Not that he wouldn't put it past a Midnight coven to have tried something like this, but certainly not this one, not on a scale such as this one.)
It isn't until he's nearly given up that one of the younger, mouthier members mentions something about the fae that catches his attention. Enough to merit looking in that direction as well. Of course, the fae would always be suspect anyway, considering Norrell's targeting of their people, but with little else to go on Childermass hardly knows where to begin. Save to listen in on all of them and go from there, he supposes.
And thus does Childermass find himself disguised in shadows and patrolling an area where the fae have congregated, in hopes of...what? An answer falling into his lap? He doesn't quite know yet, but he will when he finds it, that's for certain.
Of course, it isn't easy to determine just what had happened. Which is rather the point, he suspects, as he follows dead end after dead end obviously set up for exactly this purpose -- to lead him off the trail. (Not that he wouldn't put it past a Midnight coven to have tried something like this, but certainly not this one, not on a scale such as this one.)
It isn't until he's nearly given up that one of the younger, mouthier members mentions something about the fae that catches his attention. Enough to merit looking in that direction as well. Of course, the fae would always be suspect anyway, considering Norrell's targeting of their people, but with little else to go on Childermass hardly knows where to begin. Save to listen in on all of them and go from there, he supposes.
And thus does Childermass find himself disguised in shadows and patrolling an area where the fae have congregated, in hopes of...what? An answer falling into his lap? He doesn't quite know yet, but he will when he finds it, that's for certain.
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Childermass could care less about the elections himself, truth be told. It isn't the fact that Norrell has lost so much as the fact that someone has seen to it that Norrell has lost that gives him pause. Is this all there is? Is there more of a threat to Norrell waiting to come? He cannot say for certain. Not until he gets to the bottom of it. Which he must, if he wants to insure his master's safety.
So he reaches his hands out beside him, fists closed, palms up, and opening them, calls forth a ball of flame each. He is done messing about in this alley with this fae -- what, lord? -- who obviously isn't going to let him get anywhere. Not like this. "It doesn't matter whether you care or not, sir," he growls in return. "You are in my way."
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"I will only warn you once, witch."
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Childermass clicks his teeth slightly and moves to step forward and past the other man. Back towards the club itself. "I would like to see you try," he says, dropping a fire ball in between the pair of them just for good measure. Not really intending to hit the other man with it, but certainly wanting to further his threat.