[OPEN] SOUTHWARK TERRITORY CLAIM

[baisant]

It should never be said that Jean-Claude does anything halfway. So too might be true of the claim to try and regain Southwark for Islington.

And so he sends out a proverbial white glove to Daybreak. A formal challenge, detailing what Islington is after, how they believe they have been wronged, and how they would like to take it back. Naming a time and place where the two parties should meet (a quiet area, after the sun has set), where Jean-Claude and those who will join him for his cause shall be waiting. To fight for what is theirs.

It's all very romantic, if he says so himself. Brings him back to an era where such a thing was more commonplace. A time and place that he rather misses, all things considered.

He sends out a call to arms amongst the vampires as well. Letting them know his intentions. Letting them know that he has specified there will be no cheating in this match-up, no silver bullets, no fairy aid. No teeth. An honest match, between the vampires of Islington and the witches of Daybreak. And may the winner reap the riches. It's pretty clear what sort of a stand he's trying to make, a stark contrast to the latest brutality. He can only wait and see what sort of a statement it makes. Regardless of the outcome.

So Jean-Claude plans. And thus they assemble, at the appointed place, at the appointed time. And so do Daybreak and Islington come together in their first honorable battle in decades. As honorable as a battle gets, of course...

((ooc: come tag in and fight alongside your fellow witch/vampire, discuss amongst each other the strategy and your opinion of it before going in, OR react together to how it was handled and the fact that they lost afterwards -- have at it! c: there are not that many daybreaks involved/signed up, as a note, so please team up with each other and feel free to NPC daybreak opponents for yourselves! ))

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[freelife]

Prepare for anything? Evie gives a little half-smirk. "And yet I left half my weapons at home." She wanted to fight fair. So, no hidden blades, nothing like that, no smoke bombs, what-have-you. A sword and a pistol. Nice and old fashioned.

Much like her.

"No- if you make a decision like this, you're ensuring everyone here will witness a duel. Perhaps this will set the new standard. Regardless, I have a feeling this will hardly be a one-off." She surveys the troops solemnly, before turning back to JC.

"So bring your A-Game."

[baisant]

Jean-Claude nods in response to her words. "I would like to hope that it should set the standard, but in the end it will not be up to myself to make such decisions. We will just have to see how it is that things come to pass."

He quirks something of a smile in response to her words. "But I was trained in dueling when the art was commonplace, and so I can at least say that I am in my element, in such a thing. Let it not be said, regardless as to the outcome of this evening, that at least I did not try."

[freelife]

"We will." It's ominous to say, but it's the truth.

Trained in dueling- she didn't doubt that. "Oh, as have I. But I believe our training was vastly different." A little less refined, when it came down to it. French versus English Assassin.

"No, no one will say that. We'll see to it."

[baisant]

French court, no less. There were certain benefits to being the whipping boy to a member of the nobility, and this he supposes is one of them. Even if he would have never had the foresight to have thought of as much, all those centuries ago when he was learning such skills.

He quirks something of a smile at her, cocking his head to the side as he does. "Our training may have been different, but judging from what I have seen of your skills thus far, I know that we are in good hands," he replies. He has not forgotten her help in rescuing Cherry, after all, nor the ease with which she did so.

[freelife]

Precisely- he was raised in a far higher class environment then she had been. The Freys were working class, less than that, often enough. It was only after she was knighted that she started to accrue any sort of money at all.

Still, she bows her head in thanks, shifting from one foot to the other. "Thank you. I appreciate that."

[baisant]

He inclines his head at her in response, before glancing out across the way. In the direction that he's fairly certain their opponents will be coming to combat them from. Whoever chooses to accept the challenge, that is.

"There is a chance that they will still win this, regardless," he comments, his eyes still out, perhaps looking at things that even she cannot see. "They have the numbers that we do not."

[freelife]

"There always is." She doesn't like to discount the odds. Getting too cocky helps no one, and will only land them in deep water. They have to be on their guard against the witches.

"With any luck, we'll see the day."

[baisant]

He inclines his head at her in response to her words. He appreciates the fact that she is being a realist with him. He's always been a realist himself, and he appreciates whenever someone else shares that sort of approach to life.

"With any luck," he agrees, smiling.