undergrounds | Fae-napped! (May 7th-10th)

Cooper had spent the day in his office, mostly lost inside his own head. The upheaval of the Night Council was weighing heavily upon his mind. First Samantha had been made Mother of Witches. That in itself wouldn't have been cause for alarm, but now reading about the scandal that Sylvia Redbright was involved, he had to wonder. He could smell a power play from a mile off. After all, he'd been involved in more than one himself, both in his time running the Nest in Pemkowet with his mentor Stefan and the Nest here in London. The real question here is who was this going to benefit? Cooper could see part of the picture, but not the whole thing. He cursed himself for a fool, too stupid to put all the pieces together.

Ah well. Maybe it would come to him if he discussed with other members of the Nest. He turned out the light in his office and picked up his keys. A good ride back to his and Nancy's apartment would clear his head. He called home to let Nancy know that he was on his way. Just as he was about to hop onto his motorcycle, a woman with beautiful golden eyes came up to him. "Mr. Cooper? Might we have a word?" As he turned to answer her, the glamour melted away, revealing a fae with the ears and eyes of a doe, a pattern of dark dots surrounding her eyes and nose. Cooper felt a pair of strong hands grab him from behind, but before he could even begin to struggle, the doe blew powder towards him, and he slumped into unconsciousness.

Within minutes, there was no sign of what had happened to the vampire, save for a shattered cell phone and the keys still left in the ignition of his motorcycle.

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Okay but she lives with him and she loves him and he's the reason she has Islington anyway and without that she's got nothing. No way in hell is she joining Daybreak, after all.

"I can come with you. What if he's hurt?" she could heal him. Maybe. let him drink from her, at least.

She could join the Court, be an official ally. And then maybe later find a guy who doesn't need to drink blood to survive.

"When was the last time you practised your magic? Pushed yourself to see what you can do?" He raises his eyebrows at her, suspecting the answer is that it's been quite some time, "they'd tear you apart."

He's right. She's been coasting. She never had proper training as a child and now she was content with mundane sorts of magic. She presses her lips together.

"During the election..." Norrell's, and how exhausted she's been after rigging all the polling places. "And at the museum last month..." That had been exiting. So many wax figures to destroy.

"But I'm going with you." there's a fire in her eyes as she looks up at Eames. "He's my boyfriend. I want to be there."

Yeah, that's about what he thought. Eames presses his lips together in a firm line, because she knows enough that she probably could just go on her own if she got it in her head to do that, but come on now.

"I can't look for your errant boyfriend and watch your back."

she lets out a dark laugh. "yes I can. Lord knows I've been doing it most of my life. I'm coming with you."

"Not like this, you haven't."

She'd find her own way anyway, he knows it, and he shakes his head before setting off in the direction of the nearest door, "stay close to me, and stay quiet. Witches are even less welcome than they used to be."

Oh, good, so he knew her well enough to know she was stubborn enough to follow along no matter what. She has to hurry a bit, to keep up with him. At least she's charmed her boots to be comfortable as trainers.

Hah- there's some magic for you, Eames.

"Of course. I've been there before, you know. Besides, it's not as if I'm aligned with that bitch of a woman." She wants to sound tough, and it's something to keep her mind off of the dark feeling growing in her chest. Keeping her away from the fact that Cooper is gone has been taken. She's used to her boyfriend being the one doing the kidnapping.

Idly, she realizes this is the first rescue mission she's ever been on.

"I'll follow your ever word. Promise." What was the point of rescuing Cooper if she couldn't live long enough to see him again?

He doubts any fae is going to care where her allegiances lie, but Eames doesn't say that much. Instead he nods, accepting that Nancy won't do anything rash (before they know where he is anyway) and keeps walking until he finds the door.

"Should take us to Unseelie territory," Eames glances back at her; the fae might be acting as one on the mortal side but that's less true in the other realm, "nobody's going to bother you there, but I can't say the same if we have to venture into Seelie lands."

Nancy nods grimly as they approach the door. She won't screw this up, she reminds herself. She's no good to Cooper if she's dead. She can do quiet and subservient, she's done it a thousand times before, accompanying Bill from one place to another, watching him conduct business.

"Alright. Let's do this." With a determined look, she starts to stride toward the door.

Fae-napped! (May 7th-10th)

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