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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 considers the suggesting she is offering carefully. "It will be a difficult sell," he says. "The hunters are not fond of vampires. I would not want you to risk your life for the benefit of a hopeless cause, mon amie." He runs his hand through his hair as he thinks for a moment. For that is not to say that this is strictly a hopeless cause.
"There are those within our own ranks that would not take kindly to a permanent alliance with the hunters either. They would not trust such a thing, nor would they trust us for so long as that either. I think... If you were to approach them with the offer of a deal. A truce as we join forces to fight against those of our kind who are the greater monsters in their eyes, then perhaps that may work." He glances up at her. "And you would have my permission. And my blessing to mention my name in conjuction with such efforts, although I do not know whether you would want to. It would be your success, should you pull such a thing off, mon amie. I am... Too high a profile to make such an attempt at such a juncture."
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She presses her lips together, considering this. "Yes, I believe that's the best way to phrase it, thank you, Jean-Claude. An enemy of an enemy, after all, is a friend." She makes careful note of his willingness to use his name. Having a name to back it all up, that was important.
"I hope that I do your good name justice, in that case."
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Jean-Claude raises his eyebrows slightly at that. "No," he replies, "I dare say, none of them would be around anymore to remember such a thing. Unless they were to look it up in their records. The turn of a century is a long life, for a mortal, and longer still for that of a hunter." Sooner or later, an older hunter usually finds themselves being hunted after all.
He huffs out something of a laugh at the idea of 'his good name' however, and leans back slightly in his chair at that. "We shall see whether you are right in that or not, mon amie," he replies. "There was a time that being associated with the likes of me was more of a curse than a blessing. I hope that the opposite shall hold true for our endeavors now, however. For all of our sakes."