undergrounds | hazy shade of winter

That's good to know.

Her answer puts him at ease enough to joke, "Your loss, then. My fur's fuckin' cute." Which is probably a bullshit statement. He's never fully seen what he looks like when he's like that- he's generally too feral to remember to stop and look in a mirror. Still, her not wanting his pelt is fine by him. He kind of needs it.

Ghoul looks down at the ground, grinding a stray pebble between the sole of his shoe and the concrete as he proceeds to delicately prod her for more information. "Sounds like most of your buddies don't feel the same way. You some kinda loner carebear or something?"

Evie lets out just a small huff of air, an amused noise. He's funny, she likes him.

Plus, he looks incredibly non-threatening.

"Oh, hardly. The new Duke, Jean-Claude will not see anyone rewarded for bringing him pelts. On the contrary, he plans to punish those who do." So, y'know, that's good.

He'd be devastated to learn how unintimidating he is. He likes to think he can be pretty threatening when he tries...

The way his head snaps back up and the eagerly curious ring to his voice doesn't help him seem any more formidable, sadly. "What? Really?" That's got to be a step in the right direction, right? "Did he, uh, bother to tell anybody over here that? 'Cause..." That's not the impression Ghoul's gotten from his side of the fence.

Ghoul really is new in town.

Evie gives him a wry look. "He did. But damage has been done to the East End pack from the Nest. It will take something to try to heal, and I don't anticipate it will be easy." There was history between Islington and East End.

Well. He isn't equipped to make an accurate call, but he gets the feeling that there won't be any healing going on. Katherine is pissed beyond belief. She strikes Ghoul as the type to hold a grudge for a long, long time.

Thing is, from what he's heard, he actually finds it understandable. Very counterproductive, yeah, but he's not sure he'd be any different if he were in her place.

"You've been here for a while, yeah?" He's frowning, all tangled up in conflicting thoughts. It's frustrating, which he expresses by giving the pebble a light kick and watching it skitter across the boundary line. Hah, take that. "What do you think about all this shit?" Because it's good to hear multiple opinions.

Evie bows her head in agreement. "I've always considered London my city," she tells him, realizing just how cryptic she probably sounds. She doesn't do anything to change it. "But some months ago I returned here after some time away. However, my feelings for my city are as strong as ever.

"Raymond Harris was stuck in an age that has not existed for a long time. He was a tyrant, and I was happy to see him go, as were so many. Even they could see that food tastes worse when they're scared." Happy donors are the best donors. "Jean-Claude has far to go to restore Islington to where it was previously, but he will. Of that I've no doubt. Until then, I assure you that you have a friend in me."

He's quiet while she talks. The way his head tilts ever so slightly in interest is very dog-like, even. The only issue is when she mentions food tasting worse when its scared- that gets a quick grimace out of him.

Ew.

He makes no comment on it, though. Rather, he chews at his bottom lip in silence, indecisive on what, exactly, he wants to say. "I 'preciate that. But, uh..." He pauses. He's not sure if this is even worth trying. Islington and East End fighting each other is just what they do, but something about this doesn't settle under Ghoul's skin right. He gets the same tense, prickly feeling here that he'd had back home before things really got out of hand.

Fuck it.

"That John guy?" Oh geez, what a great start. "I dunno how he feels about all this territory shit, but if you get a chance to talk to him, maybe tell him not to make any moves in this direction. And you seem like a nice lady. I kinda like you. So I'm gonna tell you that you shouldn't even come close to this," he sweeps an arm downwards, gesturing towards the territory line, "for a while."

He sounds pretty serious about it, although not in a threatening way. Not even in an I don't think you can handle yourself way. What he means is things are about to blow the fuck up and this will be ground zero.

"Jean, yes." She's been alive long enough that she knows several languages. French being one of them. That being said, sometimes she just called him JC.

Evie looks at the invisible border between the two territories. She's not worried. Wolves may be strong, but she's stronger, and she's trained. But that doesn't mean she doesn't take the information to heart.

"Thank you." She gives him a solemn bow of her head. "Keep your nose clean, a man like you doesn't need to be getting mixed up in any of this. That being said-" she reaches out towards the border, holding in her hand a white card. Her name, proper titles included, as well as an email address and phone number were listed. In the right light, the Assassin symbol could be seen, just a few shades darker than the white card.

"Evie Frye."

Keep his nose clean- that's a good one. That alone gets a quick, tense little breath of a laugh out of him. He's not the best at keeping his nose clean, honestly. The things he's usually mixed up in are about as pleasant as a dumpster fire, but that's perhaps better left unsaid. He suspects he's accidentally made a decent impression. It'd be a shame to ruin it so soon.

He moves in closer, far enough to pluck the offered card from her fingers. Damn, she must be a big deal if she's got her own cards. "Fancy." He scans over it quickly, glancing back up at her a moment later. "This mean you're a lawyer, or some frilly job like that? You look like you could wreck the shit outta somebody in a courtroom."

Evie laughs, her eyes lighting up at the idea.

"Thank you- but no, I'm no lawyer. But I'm fairly certain I could 'wreck the shit outta somebody' in more than just a courtroom." She doesn't elaborate.

He grins, carefully sliding the card in to one of his back pockets for safekeeping. Maybe she can't help him with legal troubles, but she still seems like a good person to call on when things get messy. Or good to call when things need to be made messy. Ghoul likes having contacts that are versatile like that.

"Ain't got a pretty card for you or anything, but if you wanna find me for some reason, just ask around for Ghoul." Well with a name like that, there's hardly a risk of mistaken identity. So that's. Something.

"Ghoul," she repeats, to make sure she has it. Easy enough to remember.

"Do all young wolves have such strange names now?" She has to ask. "I met another man, around your age, named Party." She's not sure if they know each other, she's just mentioning it. "Then again, I suppose vampires are the ones to talk."

Oh, they know each other. Ghoul is powerless to stop the bitter face he makes in response to the name. "Yeah, I know that motherfucker." He's been a pain in the ass since day one, but nothing he can't handle. His name is definitely weirder than Ghoul's, in any case. At least his own is clever.

He smirks, shaking his head, "But, nah, pretty much everybody else here goes by normal names. Me and him are just special. And Evie ain't bad, y'know."

She nods. "Fair enough." So they knew each other. Lovely. Though it doesn't seem like the two get along well.

"Oh, I never said it was. It's a timeless name, I've found."

It's nothing but typical wolf nonsense. At each other's throats one minute, palling around the next... sort of. Neither of them are the most mature or level-headed adults, but it's not like either of them wants the other dead or anything.

They make it work, much like how Ghoul is making this work despite the whole rival factions deal. "You know of any names I should watch out for? The weirder the better. Those're easy to remember." Because, surely, they can't all be nice over there.

She tosses her head back slightly, as she considers the question. "In what manner? Just good names?"

"Bad ones. If you got 'em." He lifts a shoulder in a mild shrug, the corner of his mouth briefly quirking up in to a sly little smile. Good people and good things are nice and all, but he prefers having a leg up on the negative when he can.

"Fortunately, I suppose, I have nothing to report," she tells him. "But if anything relevant comes up, I'll seek you out." It wouldn't be too hard for her to find him, she was certain. Not with the sorts of contacts she had.

"Aw, you're sweet." He's grinning again, and this time it's kinder even if it does only last for a few seconds. "Promise I'll try real hard not to bite you if we ever end up in a clap together."

"I think you're the first person ever to call me sweet." She smirks at him. She won't forget that.

"Good, I'd hate to have to kill you." Any trace of a smile is gone. But it's a warning- it means she likes you.

Ghoul chuckles quietly, although it sounds a touch more bitter than anything else. "Yeah, I'd hate for you to do that too." He's got so much unfinished business.

"You gave me an idea for some homework. Guess I'll quit lookin' at your stuff and go do that." He turns after giving her a quick wave, retreating further in to East End's area. "See you later."

He's got a redhead to find.

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