#KeepLewishamWeird

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Happy end-of-July everyone. The weekend of the 30th/31st will see a lot of Fae in the Lewisham area, and whilst it's a great place to get some clothes, stationary, and weird hipster decorations for your home all on the same trip... There aren't many Fae in need of that stuff. It doesn't take long for them to get in position, not bothering to wait for it to get dark before they start attacking vampire-run establishments. All at once. It's very much a coordinated attack. Come the second day, before they abscond, those with a lot of battle experience might notice something odd. It's almost like the fae aren't actually trying to take the area. They're certainly suffering some losses, but their goal seems to be just taking out as many vampires as possible before they vanish back into the Other Realm. But that's ludicrous right? Why bother with all those theatrics?

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Eames smiles at a nearby waiter to let them know the table's ready to order. And maybe get another bottle of wine while he's at it. Let's go all out.

"Well I can tell you he's amenable," Eames says with a vague gesture, "but I'll have to leave the logistics of it to someone else."

Like a master assassin inside the vest with a keen eye and quick mind, for example.

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Jumping right to it, then.

"There's a lot more to it, before we can even get to that part. But I assure you, that will be well in-hand." So yes, a master assassin inside the vest with a keen eye and a quick mind and a hidden blade.

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"Of course," it's not a simple ask, but it's also not as complex as it could be. Not for Eames at least. He tips his glass toward Evie with a smirk, glad he could count on her not to be a fucking idiot about things. "But, knowing there's at least one person inside the nest who sees sense will make things easier going forward."

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Evie allows a dash of pride to show across her features, her brow high, her smile a bit more full. If there was one thing she was good at, it was dealing with problems.

Even if she was a fucking idiot about Millicent. She was going to carry that with her for a very, very long time. Add her up there with Jack the Ripper and the time Jacob nearly destroyed the Bank of England.

"At least," she confirms, and raises her glass towards him. "Cheers, Eames."

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The way she says at least makes him want to ask questions, find out who all else in the Nest thinks Raymond needs to be shut down, though one suspects it's a lot more than Raymond thinks it is. It's best to leave that side of things to Evie though, let her handle the work on the inside.

Eames raises his own glass, clinking them together lightly, "cheers."