Botching it in Bromley (Territory Claim)

[bellbound]

They've done their research. They know where the fae in Bromley are hiding out, their movements, their numbers. As far as intelligence gathering goes, it's not a bad effort. They have a plan too. This at least is an improvement over some past witches that Mogget could mention, though in his opinion the plan is rather crude. Samantha could get a lot more resistance than she bargained for.

Which, it turns out, is exactly the case. Of course, Mogget is the one on the ground with the other witches, trying to control a situation that swiftly spirals out of control. Samantha is nowhere to be seen; she gets others to do her dirty work.

He's not looking forward to telling her what went wrong.

[ooc: Planning post here, individual threads for each day below! Feel free to make your own subthreads and let me know if you have any questions!]

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for Evie

[falsify]

Well it's certainly been one hell of a clusterfuck, one that's left Eames in a much more sour mood than he was before, if that was even possible, but they still hold the area at least.

He has no interest in attacking fleeing witches, though he'll not step in if anyone else does, attention better spent on the postscript of this whole debacle. He also needs to make sure the vampires are behaving themselves-- most of them wouldn't go against Jean-Claude, not openly at least, but he can't expect them all to be happy about this. Or to use the carnage to take a snack or two.

So it's a bit of a relief, seeing the likes of Evie. Someone rational, by and large in control of herself. And with a not insignificant influence within Islington. Eames waves a hand in greeting as he approaches, waiting until he's close enough to speak quietly before he speaks at all.

"Dame Frye," he smiles in greeting, "I suppose thanks are in order."

[freelife]

Evie's here to help keep an eye on the vampires. She knows what it is to want a snack on the battle field, the iron filling your nose and lungs so it's all you can breathe and how it did nothing for your munchies. So here she was, trying to make sure Jean-Claude's orders were being followed.

She's noticed, however, as the witches escape, that their Mother is not amongst them. Curious, this woman who would command troops into battle and yet be nowhere to be found. It didn't do much to endear the new Mother of Witches to her, not in the slightest.

Evie makes a 'hats off' gesture towards Eames as she approaches him. She brushes his offer off. "No, think nothing of it. Are you alright?" Him, his friends. She had a soft spot for the older fae, after their time trying to take down Raymond.

[falsify]

"As can be, considering." His smile is tight, grim, but his body language is still easy and casual as he looks around them. For all the drama of the weekend, he doesn't think they suffered much more than a worrying confrontation with just how much Samantha wants to enslave them. How openly she's willing to try.

But that's not a conversation he feels like having with Evie.

"How about you and yours?" He asks, pleased to say he hasn't heard of any vampires stepping out of line so far at least.

[freelife]

It's awful, really. Something she'll reflect on later, down in the basement of her safe house, where she can train and take out her frustrations. It was wrong- they should all be getting along. They were all powerful creatures, and they had their weaknesses and strengths. There was no need for fighting.

But, Evie knew, there always had been. And there would continue to be so.

Evie nods. "Everything seems to be in line. I've got ears out, looking for any rumblings." Perhaps it was a mistake to trust Dodger with such a job. But she'd always believed that the children of London's streets had the best ears for knowledge. Especially if you knew their price.

[falsify]

'Why can't we all just get along?' Isn't a position that's ever worked, though he'd be willing to give it a shot if half the other supernaturals with any modicum of power weren't either backstabbing fucks or bloodthirsty assholes.

God he misses being a nobody.

"Good." They'd probably have heard about it if there was something to know, but it's worth it to keep an ear to the ground just in case. "You notice the esteemed Mother didn't come to the party?"

[freelife]

Evie considers this and nods. "I did." Her lips are pressed together in a fine line.

"A cowardly move. Keeps her safe- but it sends a message." The message being that she was fine with others dying for her beliefs, but not herself. No, Samantha was far more interested in sitting back and watching others do the dirty work.

Not exactly the most inspiring thing to see.

[falsify]

To be strictly fair, Eames is hardly above sending others in his stead — his regard for other people's lives is staggeringly low — but he's allowed to be hypocritical when it involves someone coming into his territory to enslave his people.

"So much for friendship and unity, eh?" Isn't that what she blathered on about for the witches? "Be a real friend and go die for me," he adds, a mix of amusement and contempt in his voice.

[freelife]

Evie rolls her eyes.

"No, a real leader would be willing to die along side their army." This is bad. Incredibly bad. She had to speak with Jean-Claude about this, that was for sure. The vampires could not go against the fae on this, that would be suicide.

"Slavery is not something I can ever support." A mutual agreement was one thing. But slavery was always something she'd been staunchly against.

[falsify]

Amazing how the only others who were willing to call it what is is are vampires. Everyone else dances around the topic as though bending a thinking, feeling person to your will isn't slavery just because they aren't human.

"I should hope not," Eames says, half-joking half-serious, "you know more about cruelty and power than most, I imagine."

Being a capital-a Assassin and all that.

[freelife]

Evie inclined her head. "You're not wrong there, Eames," she says, and it's surprisingly warm.

"No, I'll keep an eye on this." Stay back, collect evidence. She was already coming up with a plan (oh joy, she could make another board! Those were her favorites. Time to stock up on red string).

"But I'll have you know now, I'm on your side, and I doubt Jean-Claude will feel differently. Those of us that are older have seen how devastating slavery is. You'd be a fool to support it."