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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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His tone is more seductive than it should be considering he's talking about being mauled and eaten. Of course, he wants to gauge Jean-Claude's suitability for whatever Eames has in mind, and that means getting him talking. He gets the feeling that this is the language Jean-Claude speaks.
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Jean-Claude's smile widens slightly, in response to the other man's tone as much as his words. It is true after all, vampires will find the smell of a fae in their territory nearly irresistible. Their blood is a drug to his kind, and those with low control over themselves will never get enough. Harris has of course encouraged such poor behaviors, and as such he can see why the fae man might be hesitant to encounter people like him as he says.
"Ahh. It is true," Jean-Claude replies, giving him a good once-over, his smile and his gaze equally as seductive as the fae man's was. Perhaps more, considering who it is the words are coming from. "You are particularly delectable, mon ami. But you have no need to fear such things from me." He quirks his smile further. "Not without invitation, of course."
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Jean-Claude spreads his hands in front of himself, a theatrical gesture that also serves as something of a shrug as well. "Perhaps it is something of the sort, yes," Jean-Claude confirms. "I would not say that I make it a point of being a friend so much as I make it a point of not being an enemy. Besides. I am not so young that I do not have a control on my desires. As delectable as you are, mon ami, I will not feed from you unless I have permission on the matter."
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"Oh?" He tilt his head to the side slightly, wondering aloud. "Have you suffered ill at the hands of one of my people?"
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He finishes presumptuously (though sarcastically,) "but I appreciate the thought."