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[open] FAE HUNT
17TH // BROMLEY
18TH ONWARDS
29TH/30TH
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The reports come his way in the morning. Losing fae to the vampires is... Unfortunate, but not unexpected. Not with Harris in charge. This is different however, and an urgent call has him making his way down to one of the community centres long before he'd think about leaving the house under usual terms.
Having a couple of fae tell you all about the night they had, being caught by vampires, watching another die, one with bites on their neck, etc. etc. It puts a real damper on your day. At first, he chalks it up to general vampire cruelty and plans to phone in a bounty to Hillingdon, but they just keep coming. Fae with burns from iron cuffs, missing fae, dead. It's like something just happened overnight.
He can be found more than once over the course of the evening, having a hushed conversation in the corner of a bar that looks like it could easily come to blows if not for the way Eames excuses himself abruptly and none too friendly.
Maybe you're curious, maybe he bumps you as he leaves looking fully like he intends to kill someone. Or maybe you just have a weak spot for men with clenched jaws nursing drinks alone at the bar. Either way, he's about.
18TH ONWARDS
It takes a couple days, and even then it's slow to start, but sure enough security starts tightening up around the two Fae boroughs. Anyone with a particularly keen eye for patterns and a lot of free time will notice the patrols and any vampire who enters the area might notice how it feels like they're being followed. Not just watched, like they usually would be.
A week in, it wouldn't be entirely incorrect to assume every other fae is carrying a stake, but that's not the only change in faeville. Eames is powerfully unhappy with this, and he's really not too pleased to speak to anyone who isn't a fae. He doesn't think the handful of vampires he's friendly with are involved, but he doesn't care to see them, and in his estimation humans are a bunch of useless hypocrites. Any conversations are strictly business.
Despite the danger, he's totally unafraid to wander into vampire territory, (though by the 25th he's constantly flanked by a burly looking pair at the behest of another Lord,) and some might say he's actively looking for a fight. There's more than a few scuffles if one fancied joining the fray. Vampires he sees getting a little too close to a fae, or maybe they try to round on him instead.
It wouldn't be silly to assume he's looking out for his people, but really he's just looking to vent some of his frustrations at the source.
29TH/30TH
There may be plans to deal with Harris, but that doesn't put Eames any more at ease in the interim. They're being hunted by vampires, and they're increasingly at danger of the whims of witches as Samhain approaches. It's not exactly a great time to be a fae in London.
He's not been in the mood for sex (shocking, isn't it,) drinking is at a minimum, and he can't exactly fight his way across the city just because he's in a shitty mood. Much as he'd love to. Doesn't leave many outlets to keep his mood even, but there's always a spot of fun to be had with a game of cards.
They're not as numerous as they used to be, (ah, the good old days,) but there's still plenty of back room gambling dens around London if you know where to look. And maybe it's a little unfair to hang out in the ones not frequented by magical types, but on the other hand Eames doesn't give a fuck. He needs to unwind a little, relax himself before the big night that hopefully won't be a huge fucking disaster. If that means clearing a bunch of mortals out, then so be it.
Go ahead, confront him about it. He'd love the fight.
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29th/30th
He did, however, know how to get himself involved in said cards when he needed to. Two of the stage hands were on their second beers and starting to get loose tongues. A spot had opened as one of the others stepped away. Daryl had expected another regular to step in and take the chair. Seeing the Lord of Autumn sit down had him freezing and staring perhaps a bit too long before he snapped out of it and took his cards as the first bets were thrown out.
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He seems plenty jovial as he sits, and known to at least a couple of people here, clapping the guy next to him on the shoulder and setting out his chips with ease and confidence.
"Alright," Eames tosses a few chips in the middle, "what's the buy-in? A grand?"
Time to clean up, eh.
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The price wasn't one Daryl had been pleased with, but he needed the information and he could bill the costs to the Night Council later as part of his post-job expense listing. He really should have been keeping his attention on those he'd come to pump for information, but his gaze remained pretty steady on Eames when he wasn't studying his own cards. It was possible the fae Lord wasn't going to use magic to cheat. But it was equally possible he would and Daryl really didn't have the extra money to lose.
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He puts on a good act; might be watching everyone keenly, but he masks it with general chatter with the people around the table. Joining in on jokes and laughing at anecdotes, seemingly uncaring as he tosses his chips in the middle. He's going to lose this game, Eames hasn't got anything close to a winning hand, but it's important he seem to be here for the fun rather than the money.
And, well, he didn't cheat for himself anyway, but the next time Daryl blinks or looks away from his hand, he might notice he's got a royal flush looking back at him.
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But it also meant he couldn't reliably bet in any way because he didn't know what he might have at any given moment.
Frowning, Daryl looked up from his cards to cast a glare at Eames and shake his head very slightly. Enough that he hoped he could get across the concept of 'Thanks but no thanks, I don't want the short end of whatever deal taking your help tonight will give me' or even the simpler 'Hoe, don't do it'.
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Truth be told, it’s not a boon. He’s fairly certain he’s seen this guy around Hillingdon, and moreover he doesn’t seem like the sort who comes to random poker games just for the fun of it. A winning hand keeps him in the game; hard to just bow out after a win like that.
18th-ish
Well, that doesn't do at all.
Arthur follows him quietly, trying not to draw too much attention from any vampires that might be drawn by the smell of a powerful fae walking down the street, but when he gets closer he jogs a few steps to catch up.
"Eames."
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Stopping, if only because he's not going to get anything done with Arthur here, Eames glares at Arthur once he's caught up. Happy to see him? Not at all. As far as he's concerned, half the reason Hillingdon even exists is to prevent this kind of thing, and now here comes their second to tell Eames off.
"What do you want." It's not a question so much as a thinly veiled 'fuck off' but he's stopped going after this latest vampire regardless.
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"I'm just wondering what the hell you're doing," he says, "other than asking to get killed."
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"Well, I would have to live with what would happen if the vampires managed to take you out," he says harshly.
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"Mm. Be a shame to inconvenience you, wouldn't it?"
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"It's just, you get reckless."
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"Thanks for your concern, Arthur. But I can handle myself."
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26th-ish
So here he is, at Eames' door, ready to make an attempt at some kind of apology. it might not go so well, but he's going to try. He rings the bell and waits with his hands shoved into his pockets and that signature frown on his face.
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"I was a dick," he says.
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"Yeah."
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"I just came over to say that."
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Plus, he recognises the effort.
He glances back in the house, and then at Arthur, "want a drink?"
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