upon the hill he'll hear my secrets -- open post for october

[freelife]

[general open post for Shea's characters. Starters in the comments! Feel free to leave something, or contact me at sheakespeare for something specific.]

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[specifiercity]

Arthur likes that she's all business. Saves him the trouble of any small talk. His expression is neutral and unreadable as he watches her, wondering what she could possibly be approaching them with and idly wondering as well what her previous business with Hillingdon has been. They've never been the type to keep records of things.

"Please, go ahead. I'm all ears."

[freelife]

Wonderful- Evie didn't have much patience for small-talk.

"I propose a truce." She knows it's a risky offer, but she says it first to get Arthur's attention. From there, she can continue: "Not all of us- in fact a good number of us don't agree with the way things are being run at Islington. We prefer to keep to the old laws." Not feeding on locals, not skinning werewolves and shifters for fun.

"We mean to strike against Harris from within. And when that happens, we would like your assistance. So that together we can remove the greater monster from our midst." If he wants names, she has names. One, in particular.

[specifiercity]

That's not a truce, Arthur thinks to himself, that's a deal. A truce is about inaction, and Evie is asking for action from Hillingdon. A very big action, in fact.

"You want to take out Harris from the inside?" he says, suspiciously. He believes it, but to come to Hillingdon of all places. Sure, they know what they're doing, but it's not like they could expect friendship after Harris is gone, and it's not like Hillingdon's going to trust Islington to take charge of the situation in a way that works for everyone. All of which begs the question, "And after that? How do we know whoever replaces him will keep to the old laws like you want?"

[freelife]

"Of course we do." Gosh, Arthur. Not all vampires were monsters. Well. No, there was some sort of syllogism there, but it was unimportant.

"Not only do we want to, but we have the resources to do it." Unfortunately, they still weren't ready. Soon- then she could start sharpening her stakes. "And we have the man for the job. Perhaps you've heard of him- he runs a club, Jean-Claude. He's old, but he has a mind for politics. If he weren't right, I'd be the first person to tell you." Not that her word means anything to him.

[specifiercity]

Arthur has no opinion that he's willing to share regarding Jean-Claude. He knows of him, of course, but this is all new information and he'd have to take it and stew on it a little before he'd even have the beginnings of an opinion. Evie must realize that this deal isn't going to happen over the course of one meeting.

"And what part would you have us play while you're taking him down?"

[freelife]

Of course not. She was patient, and she had nothing but all the time in the world.

"Ideally, leave those of us loyal to the rebellion alone. And, should the time come, fight by our side against Raymond's allies. In exchange, in addition to returning to the old laws, and allowing you to freely hunt those that break those laws." Islington could be very powerful allies. As, Evie believed, could Hillingdon.

[specifiercity]

"So," Arthur says, frowning in concentration, "we help you kill Harris, and from here on out you let us hunt your law-breakers without retribution?"

[freelife]

Evie lets the smallest of smiles play on her features. "Precisely."

[specifiercity]

His expression remains steady as he watches Evie from his chair for a moment, though he's considering whether or not he has any more questions to ask rather than mulling over the quality of the deal.

"I'll have to talk it over with our clan leader. He's not here right now, but he should be around in the next few days so I can discuss it with him."

[freelife]

"Of course. I wasn't expecting an answer right away." Evie slowly reaches into her jacket pocket. Her movements are cautious, deliberate, so he doesn't think she's about to pull out a weapon. Instead, she pulls out a small business card. It's white, a subtle symbol of the Assassins in as lightly more gray on the back. On the front is her name, and a few points of contact.

"My card." She hands it to him.

[specifiercity]

Arthur doesn't look nervous. He's quick with the stake on the inside of his own jacket, but he does watch her hand with mild curiousity as she pulls out her card. He stands to take it and then gives her a polite nod.

"We'll be in touch, Ms. Frye."

[freelife]

"I look forward to your call." Evie rises.