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Sylvia Redbright ([personal profile] brightwitch) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2016-09-27 09:56 pm

Night's Pardon (25th September)

Once in a while, the Night Council review their list of wanted criminals and convicts and decide, whether for political reasons or to save on paperwork, that this list could do with trimming. That time has come around again, and it just happens to coincide with the purge of ex-Circle Midnight witches from the city. Those who suspect no mere coincidence would be right: this was Sylvia's idea. She's aware that there are a minority of witches who sympathise with the plight of Circle Midnight even after they pledged their allegiance to the Islington Nest. And because it is important for leaders to show mercy as well as strength, this is her show of mercy. Even if no Midnight witches are acquitted, she can still say that the offer was made.

And so here it is: the Chamber of Justice, a large circular courtroom in the Night Council headquarters. It looks much like any regular courtroom except that the five Night Council members sit in place of a judge, and there is no jury, only a select audience to watch the pardons being granted. There is no guarantee that any plea will be accepted, only that it will be heard. One by one, the condemned party and their sponsor are invited to come to the stand in order to make their case.

"Step forward." Sylvia waits for both parties to stand before addressing the sponsor. "Please make your statement on behalf of the condemned."

The sponsor is allowed to make an opening statement outlining their case, which must last no longer than five minutes. After that, the Night Council may question either the sponsor or the condemned until they are satisfied that they can reach a decision. The verdict must be unanimous in order for the pardon to be granted.
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2016-10-01 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Nancy wants to laugh, feeling the pressure mount from all sides, squeezing her. She takes a moment to breathe, feeling her breath tight in her chest. Where did she work? Earlier this month there were a thousand answers. But now, when her home had been taken from her by these very people...

"I practice where I can. I no longer have a flat or any place where I feel safe enough to work." So, darkened alleyways, mostly. "And as for if I would continue.." she looks at Lance for support before continuing.

"Selling myself is all I know how to do. I am not educated, I am not wealthy, or even very smart. If this pardon means I can finally shake all chains of Fagin and his influence on my life, then no, I won't return to the streets where I've made my home." She blinks back a few tears. "Though it is all I know. I do not know what it is I'll do, but I hope I have the chance to find out."
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2016-10-01 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank goodness for Dee. Nancy shakes her head. "I've been staying with friends." She didn't own any sort of flat herself, so she was, for all intents and purposes. For now, she lived with Cooper. He could offer her the protection that his rank in Islington provided him.
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2016-10-01 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
She shakes her head. "No, it's not." If Cooper wanted her to leave she was gone.

As for approaching a coven... "I was afraid. I didn't believe I would be welcome." You could hardly blame her- she was being interrogated by five people right now, after all. She was still afraid, her life as she knew it hinges on this trial.
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[personal profile] knightscode 2016-10-01 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Lancelot reaches out a hand to Nancy, lets his fingers hook through hers and squeeze reassuringly.

"Nancy is her own person. It is up to her if she accepts what we offer, but I will take responsibility if she falls foul of the law again. I will make sure she is aware of everything there is to help her. I would like to think the fact that we have come here at all is proof we are willing to try. You know I am a community officer too, ma'am, it is my job to take care of vulnerable people. To safeguard communities. If the Night Council has particular suggestions I am willing to listen."
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[personal profile] knightscode 2016-10-01 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
He lifts his eyes from Nancy to the Night Council again, and although he keeps his expression placid and even he can feel himself twisting in irritation inside. Lancelot has practice staying calm in the face of provocation, though, and he can play as sweetly innocent as the Nancy herself -- perhaps more easily so, since he's less under suspicion most of the time.

"Does the Night Council require a witch to be a part of a coven before they will support her?" He knows they don't. "I will spend however much time she requires," he continues before anyone can argue, "because I have chosen to bring her here. Work for the Night Council will always be my priority, if that is your concern. This is a choice I have made, and I understand it should not overtake anything else. It will not."
Edited (English) 2016-10-01 21:15 (UTC)
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[personal profile] knightscode 2016-10-01 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Lancelot takes lets out a breath and tries again, trying to press down on irritation.

"I understand the suggestion," he says finally, and glances sideways at Nancy with a slightly apologetic wince to her. "Forgive me it seemed otherwise. I would only worry that pressing her into a Daybreak coven so soon after... After her last coven's demise would cause stress on both sides. Most of Daybreak has no love for Midnight, and Nancy has been living in fear of approaching them. She needs time to find herself, surely, before she integrates with a new coven."

That's all he has left to say on that matter, and he looks back to Nancy again. The floor's hers now, if she has anything left to add.
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2016-10-01 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Was there anything to add? she looked at Lance, squeezing his hand tightly, as she had been since she offered his to her. Her knuckles were white. The subtext didn't go unnoticed and for that she had Lance to thank. She had never been with a coven before Midnight and had no plans to join another. But she didn't say so.

Instead, she looked at the members of the Night Council. "that's all- thank you. For listening to me." She looked at Lance, no longer trying to blink back tears but instead letting them gather in the corner of her eyes. "And thank you, Lance. For believing in me." No matter what happened, she knew she could trust him.
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[personal profile] knightscode 2016-10-01 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
The wait is agonising, and Lancelot feels his stomach turning a little with every minute that passes. He keeps hold of Nancy's hands, as if pressing comfort into her directly, and when the door opens and everyone comes back he can't decide if he feels fear or relief that at least they'll now find out for sure either way.

This is it, do or die.

He lets go of one of her hands because leads her by the other, trying for his best encouraging smile even though she probably feels far sicker than he does.
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2016-10-01 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
The entire time they're gone, Nancy can't stop shaking. She holds on to Lance's hand like its a lifeline. She doesn't speak, unable to trust herself to say anything further. She just sits, trying very hard to breathe. By the time the Council returns, Nancy is sure they've already decided to banish her.

Nancy lets Lance lead her, unable to properly work her own limbs. She's on the verge of nausea, pale under her few visible freckles.

Still she stands when addressed. She's sure she's exiled. At the very least.
Edited 2016-10-01 22:57 (UTC)
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[personal profile] knightscode 2016-10-01 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
He gets as far as the word pardon before Lancelot lets out a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding, turns and tugs Nancy aggressively into his arms.

They've done it.

Lancelot was so sure they would, before it all started, but the nerves had gnawed at him. Doubt had creeped in.

"Thank you," he manages, although it's a little weak as the tension drains out of him.
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2016-10-02 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
She's screaming in delight before her name has been said. With the biggest of smiles, she throws herself at Lance, wrapping her arms around his neck. She jumps in her excitement, feet leaving the ground. She is crying openly now, though the tears' are no longer of fear.

"Thank you!" She says, at the Nigh Council, and then leans in to give Lance a kiss on his cheek. "thank you!" She lets go of him, grinning, laughing. God, she needed a drink.