[OPEN] SOUTHWARK TERRITORY CLAIM

[baisant]

[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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[baisant]

Jean-Claude protests but only slightly, yet he knows that Lancelot's point has been made. He does not want him here at his house. Whether he is there for business or no. He lingers for a few minutes on the front step, in an attempt to convince the other man otherwise, but he knows better than to think he will change his mind. So instead he slips his small gift through the mail flap and plans another means of catching the other man's attention.

Such as lingering just outside of a patisserie that just so happens to be on Lancelot's commute home from work. He glances up at the other man as he approaches and seems to re-animate from the living statue he had become as he waited, nearly startling a few of the loiterers nearby as he does.

"Quelle coïncidence, seeing you in such a place as this, mon ami," he hums to the other man as Lancelot (unknowingly) approaches him.

[knightscode]

Of course Jean-Claude would just come track him down.

Of course he would.

Lancelot knows he should have expected it, but it rankles all the same -- reminds him of the way vampires tracked him before and how poorly that ended.

Stopping short a few steps away from the vampire he doesn't hide how unhappy he is about it, studying Jean-Claude with a frown that silently expresses displeasure and impatience.

"What do you want?"

[baisant]

Jean-Claude spreads his hands wide before himself in something of a placatory gesture. To show he is harmless to the other man. "Please, mon ami," he says, gently. "I only wish to speak to you. No tricks, no games."

He gestures to the bakery he has been lingering before. "I would buy you whatever you like, in return for your time. I just need to speak with you. That is all."

[knightscode]

He slides his eyes toward the stand then back to Jean-Claude. Food from a public stand probably isn't poisoned, but he also doesn't know how long the vampire has been here -- nor if the staff behind the counter know him or might help him in such an endeavour.

Lancelot shifts his weight and pushes his hands into his pockets, shakes his head.

"I'm fine. What is this about?"

[baisant]

Jean-Claude watches the other man shift about and sighs slightly. "Is there anywhere else we might talk, mon ami?" he asks. "Somewhere you would trust. If you cannot trust me, then at least the environment we are in. I am here to discuss...business with you," he says, which he hopes the other man will understand to mean faction business. He is not one to break the statute of secrecy himself, for all of his pomp and show, after all.

He inclines his head pointedly at the other man. "It is nothing I am sure that either of us wishes to be overheard by the wrong people."

[knightscode]

"In a train station?" Lancelot prompts, and his frown stays in place. If Jean-Claude has approached him here to talk, then this is all on him. Lancelot won't go out of his way. "If this is something you want to bring to me as a Guardian we could go back to the Night Council offices." Which Lancelot doubts, somehow. "Otherwise..."

He shrugs, and stays put. It's up to Jean-Claude how much he wants to talk about this, he supposes.

[baisant]

Jean-Claude raises a hand to carelessly tuck a lock of hair behind his ear with a sigh. It is not something he wants overheard, no, and the Night Council offices will raise far too much suspicion as to why he is approaching a Guardian, especially leading up to what he has planned. He shakes his head and crosses his arms in front of him.

"Very well, mon ami. If this is what you would prefer." He glances aside, watching to see how many people are standing nearby. Looking around to see if they have any listeners in but other than the casual admiring glance here and there, he sees nothing. "I am going to be making another move on Southwark," he says casually, keeping his eyes on the crowd beyond. "And I think that we would all prefer if I did not have to fight you on it this time."