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undergrounds2016-09-11 08:46 pm
baisant) wrote in undergrounds2016-09-11 08:46 pm
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A. GUILTY PLEASURES
Jean-Claude sits at his usual place at the corner of the bar at Guilty Pleasures. However, that's probably the only normal thing about it. Where he would normally be surveying the crowd, trying to ascertain whether the crowd is enjoying itself and trying to do what he can to see that they do if not, he has other things on his mind at the moment. There are hunters in Islington, attacking his people. Raymond had formed an alliance with Midnight, and then Redbright had called in her dogs and effectively eradicated them.
Jean-Claude is willing to bet that Raymond isn't going to be happy about this. He's just waiting for the next pin to drop. And questioning what there is exactly to do about it. And when. When should he make his move. When should he gather his people and put a stop to this. Preferably before they come to regret not having done so. But only hindsight will allow them such knowledge, and Jean-Claude is not about to make the same mistake twice.
He will admit, however, it's making him very distracted. And nowhere near as fun as he normally is.
B. A BREATH OF FRESH AIR
There's only so long that Jean-Claude can dwell by himself in his own club before he recognizes that the patrons might catch on that something is the matter, and so it is that he decides to go for a walk. To try and clear his head, or that's the idea at least. It is more accurate to say, as Jean-Claude makes his way through the streets of London, tugging his frock coat closer against himself against the night air, that at least he's getting his heavy thoughts out of his club and away from public view.
He is perhaps thinking a little too hard for the environment he finds himself in. But he doesn't exactly anticipate that he should be running into anyone to interrupt his thoughts. Not at such a time of night, not in such a place as this. Perhaps he should have been paying more attention, however. If he had then he might have remembered the mention of hunters in the territory and therefore been instantly more aware of his surroundings and the people -- or creatures -- he may find around him.
But he had excused himself and his thoughts out of the club for a reason, and as such is entirely unaware of whoever he might run into on such a night as this.
C. Choose your own adventure!
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Jean-Claude sits at his usual place at the corner of the bar at Guilty Pleasures. However, that's probably the only normal thing about it. Where he would normally be surveying the crowd, trying to ascertain whether the crowd is enjoying itself and trying to do what he can to see that they do if not, he has other things on his mind at the moment. There are hunters in Islington, attacking his people. Raymond had formed an alliance with Midnight, and then Redbright had called in her dogs and effectively eradicated them.
Jean-Claude is willing to bet that Raymond isn't going to be happy about this. He's just waiting for the next pin to drop. And questioning what there is exactly to do about it. And when. When should he make his move. When should he gather his people and put a stop to this. Preferably before they come to regret not having done so. But only hindsight will allow them such knowledge, and Jean-Claude is not about to make the same mistake twice.
He will admit, however, it's making him very distracted. And nowhere near as fun as he normally is.
B. A BREATH OF FRESH AIR
There's only so long that Jean-Claude can dwell by himself in his own club before he recognizes that the patrons might catch on that something is the matter, and so it is that he decides to go for a walk. To try and clear his head, or that's the idea at least. It is more accurate to say, as Jean-Claude makes his way through the streets of London, tugging his frock coat closer against himself against the night air, that at least he's getting his heavy thoughts out of his club and away from public view.
He is perhaps thinking a little too hard for the environment he finds himself in. But he doesn't exactly anticipate that he should be running into anyone to interrupt his thoughts. Not at such a time of night, not in such a place as this. Perhaps he should have been paying more attention, however. If he had then he might have remembered the mention of hunters in the territory and therefore been instantly more aware of his surroundings and the people -- or creatures -- he may find around him.
But he had excused himself and his thoughts out of the club for a reason, and as such is entirely unaware of whoever he might run into on such a night as this.
C. Choose your own adventure!
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Jean-Claude can't say that it isn't a nice evening for a walk. But he's slightly wary of the fact of being addressed as such, considering the general relationship between their two people. So when he speaks up to respond he says, carefully, "Any day that it is not raining in London is a good day."
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"We definitely do not get enough of those." He's cautious, too, but a little lighter. He's not looking for a fight, either, but he does like to get to know the other supernatural types around the city.
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"Indeed," he replies. "We do not. A walk in the rain makes quite the dramatic statement but a night on the town is always a less enjoyable experience with soggy socks. N'est-ce pas?"
He realizes he is just speaking casual nonsense at the moment. But he is also attempting to get the measure of his conversational companion. What is he doing out here, on a night like this? Has he a particular purpose? Or is their meeting merely a chance encounter? One can never be too careful.
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"Soggy socks doesn't make for a very attractive accessory, it's true."
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Jean-Claude quirks something of a smile at the other man. He appreciates the laugh, and the ease that seems to settle about the other man that accompanies it. While he does enjoy throwing about his age and authority to frighten people into getting what he wants, he really isn't in the habit of doing it the rest of the time. That's rather why he opposes Raymond Harris' views on pretty much everything under the sun and most other things that are not for that matter.
He cocks his head at the other man slightly, trying to get the measure of him. "What brings you out so far as this, mon cher?" he asks. Even with the weather as fair as it is, it's hardly an invitation to come wandering into enemy territory, as it were.
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Jean-Claude shrugs slightly, although the smile that spreads across his face in response to the question is hardly innocent. "A handsome young man like yourself?" he questions. "Who could ruin such a pretty face? No, mon ami. I will not allow it. Perhaps you are not where you are safest, but I assure you. No harm will come to you in this territory tonight." His smile cracks a little wider. "So long as you are under my protection, of course."