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Lupercalia Festival
The Festival (February 15th) CLOSED TO WEREWOLVES AND EAST END ALLIES
James has been anxiously anticipating this holiday ever since last year. Not out of excitement. But terror instead. Ever since their Alpha's abandonment of the pack, James has been steadily rising in the pack's esteem as the next potential Alpha and it has not been easy to do so. Greenwich went over well with the pack and he was hoping the good will from the territory claim would allow him some liberties with this festival but... as it is, he's afraid of falling out of their good graces.
Lupercalia is about change. Growing up and sacrifice are the themes but it's a surprisingly jovial holiday for anyone who has grown up with the tradition. James is not one of those few but he wouldn't dare try to change things too much.
For those that have been waiting to activate their curses; those that would oppose or hunt werewolves have been gathered and held for the express purpose of killing them. Up until now, they have been well taken care of and even before their death they're plied with drink and food and generally they're too drunk to fight back. It's considered good manners to make sure they're well fed and plenty sloshed before being killed.
Vampire allies, the few humans involved in the organization of the rave and werewolf hunters are all game. Traditionally, the elderly of the pack would be included in the list of sacrifices. Especially those directly related to the young wolves who are activated their curses, in the belief that the closer relation would be better for the sacrifice. In the interest of modernizing an already bloody holiday, James has arranged it so that is off the table. The move hasn't gone over well with the more conservative and traditional pack members, which makes James even less likely to step on toes today.
The activation of ones curse is considered to be a highly intimate moment and in the interest of keeping it more private, the sacrifices are taking place inside the house. When the time comes those with inactivated curses are ushered inside along with their sacrifice and they're left alone to complete it together.
Once the new werewolf emerges, they're integrated back into the festivities as a full fledged member of the pack.
The festival is also meant to honor those who have activated their curse since the last festival. And for just one night they're treated like kings and queens. (It isn't exactly kosher for women to activate their curses as natural born werewolves are hard to come by, but should it happen they are not frowned on).
Games, food and dancing are accessible to anyone who is eligible to attend. In the interest of safety the festival is being held in the courtyard of a beautiful home - some say it belongs to one of the oldest members of the pack, but no one is really sure - and there is enough security to ensure that only those that belong are present. Allies of the pack are welcomed just as easily as werewolves might be but if you're a vampire or even remotely smell like one you'll be getting grilled before being allowed in.
Wake (February 16th-17th) OPEN
In honor of the dead and their sacrifice (willing or not) James has elected to have there be a wake of sorts after the festival. It's in the same courtyard as the festival was but it's far more upbeat than any wake was thought to be, thanks to the liberal amount of alcohol and food. But should one wish to pay their respects to the dead, there is a less frivolous corner of the courtyard that has many candles and pieces of paper meant to write good wishes to the deceased. A candle can be lit in their memory and there are a few objects strewn about that look like offerings to their memory.
This little change from the norm is teetering on not going over well with the more established families in the pack. But so far everything seems to be going swimmingly...
James has been anxiously anticipating this holiday ever since last year. Not out of excitement. But terror instead. Ever since their Alpha's abandonment of the pack, James has been steadily rising in the pack's esteem as the next potential Alpha and it has not been easy to do so. Greenwich went over well with the pack and he was hoping the good will from the territory claim would allow him some liberties with this festival but... as it is, he's afraid of falling out of their good graces.
Lupercalia is about change. Growing up and sacrifice are the themes but it's a surprisingly jovial holiday for anyone who has grown up with the tradition. James is not one of those few but he wouldn't dare try to change things too much.
For those that have been waiting to activate their curses; those that would oppose or hunt werewolves have been gathered and held for the express purpose of killing them. Up until now, they have been well taken care of and even before their death they're plied with drink and food and generally they're too drunk to fight back. It's considered good manners to make sure they're well fed and plenty sloshed before being killed.
Vampire allies, the few humans involved in the organization of the rave and werewolf hunters are all game. Traditionally, the elderly of the pack would be included in the list of sacrifices. Especially those directly related to the young wolves who are activated their curses, in the belief that the closer relation would be better for the sacrifice. In the interest of modernizing an already bloody holiday, James has arranged it so that is off the table. The move hasn't gone over well with the more conservative and traditional pack members, which makes James even less likely to step on toes today.
The activation of ones curse is considered to be a highly intimate moment and in the interest of keeping it more private, the sacrifices are taking place inside the house. When the time comes those with inactivated curses are ushered inside along with their sacrifice and they're left alone to complete it together.
Once the new werewolf emerges, they're integrated back into the festivities as a full fledged member of the pack.
The festival is also meant to honor those who have activated their curse since the last festival. And for just one night they're treated like kings and queens. (It isn't exactly kosher for women to activate their curses as natural born werewolves are hard to come by, but should it happen they are not frowned on).
Games, food and dancing are accessible to anyone who is eligible to attend. In the interest of safety the festival is being held in the courtyard of a beautiful home - some say it belongs to one of the oldest members of the pack, but no one is really sure - and there is enough security to ensure that only those that belong are present. Allies of the pack are welcomed just as easily as werewolves might be but if you're a vampire or even remotely smell like one you'll be getting grilled before being allowed in.
Wake (February 16th-17th) OPEN
In honor of the dead and their sacrifice (willing or not) James has elected to have there be a wake of sorts after the festival. It's in the same courtyard as the festival was but it's far more upbeat than any wake was thought to be, thanks to the liberal amount of alcohol and food. But should one wish to pay their respects to the dead, there is a less frivolous corner of the courtyard that has many candles and pieces of paper meant to write good wishes to the deceased. A candle can be lit in their memory and there are a few objects strewn about that look like offerings to their memory.
This little change from the norm is teetering on not going over well with the more established families in the pack. But so far everything seems to be going swimmingly...
Festival
Which is far more terrifying than anything else in her life.
She's dressed in a purple and gold party dress with a white shawl over her shoulders to keep out the cold.
She stays on the outskirts of the party, mingling if someone comes too near or engages her, but she certainly isn't at the heart of everything today.
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Instead of insisting she try to fake it or telling her to go home even - mostly because he wants to keep keeping an eye on her - James offers her a very cold bottle of vodka from behind the bar.
"Here."
The seal is still intact, and he didn't know if she was at the point yet where drinking something straight sounded like a good idea.
"You look like you could use it."
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After a moment of waiting for the burn to go away, she takes another drink.
"Fuckin' hate Valentine's Day," she mutters after she swallows that mouthful. "Fuckin' hate Lupercalia. And really hate the fucker who decided they should be right t'gether."
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"Probably a romantic."
He says it with disdain.
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She turns and finds herself only a few feet away from a familiar redhead. So Alex was right, the girl is a werewolf.
"I knew I'd seen you before," she blurts out. She's still pretty annoyed about the incident at the Jolly Roger.
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"What th' fuck are you doing here?"
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"I'm supposed to be here. It's my pack too."
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Festival
Eventually he was taken aside, forcibly restrained, and dragged away. He suddenly became very aware of what was happening at the Festival, thanks to Skip's information about activating, and quickly began trying to bargain for his life. It didn't take long for him to realize that there had been a terrible mix-up somewhere, that he had been declared a vampire ally due to his presence at the rave and his reputation as a hunter. Which still bothered him, given that he hadn't hunted anyone since arrived. He demanded to speak to their leader, Skip, Simon, a werewolf lawyer he'd been told about, or anyone else he could possibly think of to name. Whatever he could do to survive.
[Feel free to run into him in initial festivities, after being restrained, or after eventually being freed and freaking out a little bit at the Festival before leaving.]
after being freed
It's easy to laugh a bit. To mock someone who almost got killed as part of the rituals of this insane holiday. Because it's much, much easier to prey on someone else's fear than to admit that she's terrified about what will happen on the next full moon.
"'S the problem with just wanderin' in without doin' your homework, cowboy." But it's not meanly said. If anything, it sounds like she's trying to tease him about all of it. "Y' get caught up in an awful lot an' in a bad way."
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"Not now, Skip," he replies tersely. This had nothing to do with homework or preparation. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time, someone else got confused, and suddenly Kyle was only a few minutes from being ritually murdered so that some wolf could get their power. It's hard to see them as being much better than vampires in his current mood.
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"It ain' safe, an' no one 'round here is gonna apologise for that. 'Cept maybe James."
And, well. It's Lupercalia. A holiday she hates almost as much as she hates Valentine's Day. No. She actually hates Lupercalia more. "Dark hair. Indian. He's pretty likely t' be the next Alpha. You want somethin' done 'bout it? Officially? Talk t' him. Tell 'im I sent you."
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"I've been told you want to speak with James Memon?"
He wasn't about to just let Kyle know who he was, not when it could mean his life. Ever since The Incident he'd grown increasingly paranoid about things like strangers knowing who he was.
The only reason James came to see this one versus all the others was that he reportedly claimed he wasn't a werewolf hunter. Something James doubted greatly, but mistakes could happen - it'd be better for him to double check just to make sure.
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Kyle shifted, awkwardly pulling at his restraints. He wasn't the most proud guy ever, rambling on with unabashed desperation. His life was a hell of a lot more important than his pride, especially when there were werewolves involved.
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"Well, you've certainly dropped a lot of names."
"But, frankly, if I were in your position I'd say anything at all to get out of it."
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Festival
Ever since she was a little girl, Alex had hated Lupercalia. It was for the good of the pack, her father had always said. Young wolves had to activate their curses, werewolf hunters had to be put down. It was for the good of the pack. Still, it always left a rotten taste in her mouth, so she hung around the sidelines, picking out the victims-to-be and half-imagining warning them what was about to happen.
When she picked Kyle out of the crowd, she didn't know what to think. Was he a hunter? Had he been lying to her this whole time? Or was this a mistake? If he was innocent, she had to protect him, and if he wasn't, she wanted an explanation. She ran after him, catching up in the doorway and shouting, "Let him go!" to the two men dragging him. One ignored her, and she kicked hard at the back of his knee. The other spun towards her just in time to get punched twice in the chest.
"Let him go," she snarled again. She pulled out her knife, intending to free Kyle from his bonds.
(for James)
Alex sat on the floor, her forearms resting on her bent knees and her back against the wall. She was trying her best to look nonchalant, like none of this bothered her at all, but everything about this bothered her. Her first Lupercalia in years, and of course it had gone terribly. Lupercalia was always terrible.
She could still hear the sounds of the party filtering in from outside. Apparently her violent outburst hadn't done much to ruin the mood. "So, what," she said to James, sounding like a sullen kid. She finally looked at him instead of the opposite wall and went on, "Are you gonna explain proud werewolf tradition to me? Tell me it's all for the good of the pack?"
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That's when his world turned upside down. The only thing more shocking than seeing Alex here would have been seeing Cooper or his dead sister. He wasn't sure why. It wasn't as if he'd known her all that long, but he felt like he knew her more than this. To see her here, free, meant she was either a werewolf or.. what? Was there even another option?
"What the fuck?" The words came without his brain's acknowledgement as he stared, watching her take out the men holding him. When she pulled the knife out, he instinctively took a step back. "Hey, whoa. Alex. What the hell?"
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James was close enough to hear Alex shouting and immediately started pushing through the crowd that had quickly formed around them. Well, more like there had been a very sudden push back from the violence.
"Hey!"
He was still shoving through the suddenly thick crowd as he shouted. There would not be any unapproved bloodshed tonight, damnit!
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As the other guy came up behind her, she elbowed him hard in the face, felt his nose crack and saw blood spurt everywhere. She dropped the knife, trying to aim it towards Kyle in the hope that he could use it to free himself. Maybe he'd lied to her, maybe he hadn't, but she definitely didn't want him being ritually murdered. But she only had a split second to aim the knife, because the guy she'd punched in the throat was doubled over, winded, but he'd straighten up any moment. She closed her fists together and brought them down hard on the back of his neck, sending him sprawling. In the distance, she thought she heard James' voice shouting, but that wasn't an immediate threat so it didn't quite register.
The other man, the one with the bloody nose, came up behind her while she was hitting the first man, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, hauling her up and back. She thrashed against him, but he managed to pin her arms to her sides, and with her feet lifted off the ground she couldn't get much leverage to do anything besides kick at his shins.
The whole fight had only lasted maybe seven or eight seconds, but it finally registered that a crowd had already gathered. She kept thrashing, trying to free herself, even though James had shown up and she was pretty sure he'd try to handle the matter his way.
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Reconciling the fierce girl he patrolled with and the one who tried to free Kyle with the girl sulking against the wall was... well, odd.
She looked so normal right now. James sighed at her questions, feeling more than a little run down at this point but deescalating Alex was his priority now.
"No."
He wondered if that would surprise her. She seemed to expect a lecture. (Which may have been coming.)
"It's obvious you don't like it. Nothing I'd say about it would change your mind in just one night."
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He was right, nothing he could say right now would change her views on the holiday. Thirteen years of growing up listening to her father extol its importance hadn't. Her mind wasn't going to get changed in just one night, or ever, as far as she was concerned. But if she wasn't getting a lecture, she assumed she was getting something worse. "What, then? Are you gonna toss me in a hole somewhere until I've learned my lesson? Or maybe sacrifice me in Kyle's place?"
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"Don't be so dramatic. I don't even think my -," my predecessor, he was about to say. But he wasn't Alpha yet. "our last Alpha would have done something that drastic."
"But. I can't just let you get away with doing that. You know that."
It'd be seen as weak should he just allow Alex to walk away without any consequences for what she'd done. Admittedly, he was beating around the bush now because he got a little pleasure out of watching her squirm with the possibilities of what could be done.
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Wake
Still, it isn't his place to judge.
Where a few offerings and such have been left, he places some notes. Whether they go to funeral expenses, the families, or simply end up in someone's pocket... It's not his business. He's paid his respects, at least.
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There weren't many born wolves in London, and with the political climate changing as it was it was better to have young numbers than not. And with this Lupercalia in particular, there had only been an increase in numbers instead of stagnation with young simply replacing the old.
He had been lingering in the background, talking with the few mourners that were there and those that had come to leave their respects when he spotted Illya. It was hard not to. James watched as he left some pounds at each of the shrines... which was interesting, considering he knew the man wasn't of the East End pack.
"That's very generous of you."
He had to speak with him, just to learn more about him. Like why he was here.
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"I thought I ought to pay my respects. To the pack."
He had no desire to join it, no, but he also didn't want to have a break between him and them. Not really. So, he offered his hand. Had he introduced himself before? He couldn't remember. Not so soon into a new place.
"Kuryakin. I just joined the Night Council as a Guardian."
Which was also why he wanted to introduce himself to the pack.
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He had no idea the real sacrifices that went into becoming a Guardian, so this was a more genuine well-wish than it ought to be if he did know the truth... which he never would unless he managed to become one himself...which he had no reason to want to do.
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