[OPEN] SOUTHWARK TERRITORY CLAIM

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[ooc note: this is an open post for jean-claude's move on the territory of southwark. there are many threads within, some closed, some open. even if your character may not have participated in the claim itself, there is still opportunity for them to participate either talking to jean-claude before or after the claim, or just celebrating their victory with them! if you have any questions pleas private message me or private plurk me on lycanthropy101!]

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[falsify]

That gets another wry smile from Eames as he flags down a bartender to order an old fashioned. The picture of politeness when he orders with a dash of casual flirting for good measure.

"You should watch yourself, making offers like that." He smirks and gestures for Jean-Claude to lead the way, "I can put away a lot."

[baisant]

Jean-Claude inclines his head at the other man before turning to lead the pair of them through the staff entrance just beyond the bar. Down the hallway, through a particularly unassuming doorway, Jean-Claude's office is located. And it definitely belongs to the other man.

White carpets on the floor, there is a white sofa to one side of the room, a white arm chair and black lacquered coffee table beside it. To the other side, a large black lacquered desk and white leather office chair. Even the paintings on the walls are similarly monochrome, most of them Asian woodblock prints. The only splash of color in the room is Jean-Claude and even that is debatable, with the ivory white of his skin and the dark ebony of his hair.

He gestures Eames to the sofa as he shuts the door behind them, a less formal request than to seat him opposite the desk. Demonstrating that Jean-Claude is not about to speak to him as any sort of higher authority but rather as one powerful individual to another. "Please," he invites, "sit with me."

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It's like he's stepped into a Victorian boudoir, and Eames actually stops in the middle of the room to take it all in. He doesn't think he's been in a room like this for 100-odd years. Not one that felt authentic anyway.

(Keeping that carpet clean must cost a small fortune.)

He takes a seat after that moment's passed, sitting easily and comfortably at one end of the sofa, body turned inward to face Jean-Claude when he sits. Everything about him right now speaks to a man who's comfortable and confident even in this alien environment, and he waits patiently to hear what he's been brought here for.

[baisant]

Jean-Claude appreciates the other man's moment of pause to take in his office. If you like this, you should see his bedroom, he thinks, but doesn't say aloud. Merely smiling to him as he folds himself into one end of the couch, and with the white of his shirt and the black of his pants, he rather looks like he was meant to be there. As part of the aesthetic of the room itself.

"Good, good," he responds, with a smile. Before leaning forward and getting straight to business. "I wanted you to know that we are going to be making a move on Southwark," he begins.

[falsify]

Good, clever. If he pulls it off, then that strengthens his position as a potential new leader. And if it fails? Useful in a whole other way; makes it easy to separate the wheat from the chaff, figure out who'll stand behind him even when things aren't great and who's... Disposable.

Eames nods and takes a sip of his drink, indicating he's heard but little else, wondering why Jean-Claude even bothered to tell him in the first place. Not that he doesn't appreciate the information, but Southwark is of little consequence to him.

"And...?" He prompts, because there's no way that could be all.

[baisant]

Jean-Claude reaches out to smooth out a line in the fabric of the sofa they are sitting on, his pale and elegant, the motion delicate and poised. Even if it is something of a nervous gesture, Eames need not know that.

"Southwark is to be the final move," he says. "It will tell me who is with me in the end, and who is not. And once it is made..." He glances back at Eames once more. "Once it is made, we will turn our attentions to Harris. There are rumors that he is to throw a Samhain celebration, though no formal announcement has yet been made. I had hoped, if results from this territory move are favorable, that it might give me an invitation to such an event..." He watches the other man closely, to see whether he is following him, and how closely.

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Eames tracks the motion out of the corner of his eye, and looks up at Jean-Claude with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"And... Get a private audience, maybe?" It's a good start, a really good start, but Eames still has concerns. "Be a little suspicious if he went missing right afterward though, wouldn't it?"

[baisant]

Jean-Claude tilts his head at Eames slightly. It was a good thought, that he might seek out a private audience with Raymond, but he knows just as well as Eames that if the other vampire disappears after a private audience with him there will be questions.

"I rather thought it would be better to lay things open in front of all there gathered," Jean-Claude replies. "Perhaps literally, for that matter. It depends on what sort of opportunity he presents me with. I have... An idea, however. But it would require your own participation." Or that of one of his people, but considering what he has heard of the feud between the fae man and the Duke, he thinks it best that it be the Lord of Autumn himself.