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Finding a safe spot away from vampires, wolves, and witches is nearly impossible, Ghoul discovers. He ends up picking some park inside Redbright territory and praying that fucking Mogget's eyes aren't coincidentally anywhere nearby.

The longer he lingers, the more anxious he gets. Which is a real shame, because it's a lovely day. Instead of soaking it in, he's perched on a long bench underneath a shade tree- twisted around in the seat, squinting as he scans the area behind him. There aren't many people around, but he's not looking for a regular person anyhow. He's on the watch for a little white cat... and for Evie too, sure.

But mostly that asshole cat.

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It is a lovely day. Perfect for the meeting she had planned. It's a bit odd, that Ghoul has picked a place in Redbright territory, but Evie is no stranger to the area. She's been to visit Natasha a few times, after all.

It's not hard to find Ghoul, sitting under a tree, looking behind him. Taking the opportunity, Evie makes her way over to him, her long legs closing the distance in just a few strides.

Soon enough, she's in front of him, hands on her hips.

"Good afternoon, Ghoul."

She's quicker and quieter than she has any right to be. Oh, sure, he'd assumed she was somewhere nearby- the faint smell of old meat gave her away, as was the norm with vampires, but she'd crept up on him a lot sooner than he'd thought she would. He whips back around at the sound of her voice, blinking in mild surprise and grinning up at her. "Hey." It only takes a couple seconds of looking at her before he comments, "You look different in the day time."

And then, a half-second later, he visibly startles as a thought occurs to him- day time. Vampire. Shit.

He hops up out of his seat, stepping over and out of her way. "Oh, shit, do you need to get in the shade?" He's been hogging it all, whoops. "Are you gonna get some kinda wicked sun burn?"

That is, as it were, exactly what happens when you have not only over 100-years of Assassin training but Vampire skillz. That's right. Skills. With a z.

Evie shakes her head, giving him a smile, her dimples visible now in the light. "Than you- no, I'm alright. I can walk in the light- we have something called Daylight Jewelry. It allows us to walk in the sun without harm." Evie's was in the form of a ring, a gold Assassin's ring, marking her a member of the guild, set over a piece of lapis lazuli.

There had been a point, too, where she had had a few piercings that all could be used to hold another stone.

"And I wear SPF 100."

There it is- his stupid, awkward little laugh. He is, unfortunately, very easily entertained by dumb jokes.

As easily entertained as he is fidgety, really, which is evident enough by the way he shifts his weight from leg to leg, as if he's torn between leading her off on a pleasant stroll or sitting back down again. Why not make Evie pick? "So, uh, d'you wanna stay here and talk, or would you rather walk around?"

"Let's walk and talk," she says. "There's less of a chance we'll be over-heard if we're moving." Plus, he seems to be super into the idea of a vampire in sunlight, so why not let him see there's really nothing special about it for her?

"Yeah, sounds good." She's right. He's super in to it, because he's all scientific like that.

Nothing is going to happen to her, obviously, since she got here just fine- but still. As he starts walking with her, he can't help watching her like he expects her to start sizzling or glittering or something.

Might as well jump right on in to it. "So were you at Bromley?"

There is no sizzling, and there is no glittering, Evie's sorry to disappoint. Or something relatively close to that.

"I was," Evie says, finding herself naturally taking up the lead. She doesn't reveal anything more than that yes, she was at Bromley. The rest, she'll wait for Ghoul to ask before she says.

Good. She knows the situation, then. He looks away from her after a quick nod, frowning down at the ground while they walk.

"Fuckin' hate it." Guess appearing neutral isn't really his thing. "Kinda bullshit, huh?"

"I assume you mean the Mother of Witches' newest laws?" She raises an eyebrow, casting a careful look at him. If he could support such a thing as Samantha was proposing, Evie would be perfectly civil, but certainly it would alter her opinion of the young man in front of her. That being said, she of course went on to say: "slavery is still slavery no matter the race."

"I know." He doesn't sound happy about it. More disappointed and maybe even a little sad, actually. "Party don't like it either. Don't think it really matters though, we're stuck 'cause Katherine made a deal." He can't be sure if she knew what she was getting in to when she agreed to ally, but it is what it is now.

He crowds closer to her as if less physical distance will help trap the secret between them, keeping a watch on the surrounding area. He even shuts up each time they pass too close to a stranger. Ghoul really is on edge. "I dunno what to do, but I don't wanna just let shit happen." Except all of the ideas he's come up with on his own are violent. "I guess if you hear of somethin' I could help with, lemme know?"

Evie nods, taking this all in. It's all filed away, things to remember, to report back to JC with, and to Eames, as well. So there was dissent in the ranks of the wolves, at least from her two favorite pack members.

At least they had good heads on their shoulders.

"Thank you for telling me," she says after a moment. "I promise you, your secret is safe with me. And I'll keep you informed if I can think of anything. Until then, keep your head down as best you can, you and Party both. And if you don't mind- whatever you hear about Katherine- any insider information with regards to the pact between her and Samantha, please let me know."

"Yeah, I've been tellin' him not to do nothin' stupid. Don't really matter much for me 'cause I'm already in trouble, but," he shrugs. There's no reason for both of them to be in hot water.

He makes an uneasy face at the concept of tattling on Katherine, although he doesn't say anything against it. It's a weird conflict for him. He's still intensely protective of her even when he feels like she's making bad decisions, but it's not like acting out against her wishes and straining her relationship with Samantha is any better behavior.

Speaking of Katherine, though... "You been around a while, right?"

Been around a while. Evie's got to consider this- there are so many different meanings.

"Depends on what you mean. I'm nearly 170 years old. I've always considered London my home, but often times my business calls me away for prolonged periods of time. But I've been settled back here for nearly a year now." She lets that sink in. She knows it's weird, she's in her 20s, physically.

But hey, at least she's not Joss, or Cooper.

"Why do you ask?"

170 seems like a good number. He's all upbeat when he notes, "Shit, that's old," because if she's been around for that long then she's bound to have a lot of useful information.

He doesn't realize that it doesn't quite come across as a compliment until a few seconds later. "Wait, you're not old. Well, you are, but that ain't what I mean." He doesn't even know what he means, evidently. Maybe if he stops and tries again.

"What I'm sayin' is that you, uh, probably know a lot of stuff." There, that's better. "So, like, d'you know of anything that can block a witch from messin' with somebody? Like protection against spells and bindings and whatever?"

Evie lets out a small huff of air through her nose, a sort of laugh. "Not for vampires. My girlfriend's even younger." Gosh, she really likes saying she has a girlfriend. Even mentioning her has Evie smiling. She's smitten, and it's pretty awful. She hates how see-through she is.

"I do know a lot of stuff. But unfortunately, that isn't one of them." She frowns deeply. It's another reason that Samantha's plan is so awful.

Ghoul is momentarily distracted by his slight disappointment. Damn. He'll probably have to talk to a witch after all, but that's kind of risky since- wait. "Your what?" Did she say her girlfriend? He's pretty sure she did, and he's also pretty sure he remembers her lighting up when she said it.

And a younger vampire-girlfriend at that. Well, damn. Go Evie. "Y'know you're only supposed to go as young as half your age plus seven, right?" Okay, listen, he's like, legally required to make at least one joke about vampire romance.

"My... girlfriend...?" She repeats, a little confused as to why of all things that's what he's chosen to hang on to.

Oh, right. Maybe two attractive ladies together was just the sort of thing that got young men excited. Oh well.

"I think they suspended that rule when it comes to vampires," she says with a small smile. "Otherwise, I'm screwed."

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holy shit I thought I replied to this!!!

you get awful humor as your punishment!!!! (i am truly gomen)

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