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[OPEN POST] The game is on

This event runs from 20th-25th July 2015.

Hello, Londoners! Bit hot, isn't it? Blimey, you might even get a tan at this rate, assuming you're not a vampire.

But there's no time to relax and enjoy the sunshine. No. This is the third and final week of the hunting season in the Other Realm and the magic of the hunt is about to bleed into all of London...

Basically, if you're a predatory type, your hunting instincts may be sharper than usual this week. By how much? Not a lot, we're not talking rabid wolves or losing self-control here, but conditions are perfect for hunting. You can feel it in the air. Hunters of all kinds can expect good fortune – yes, that includes humans who track down other supernatural species too.

As for everyone else... try not to be lunch. Welcome to London.

Prompts

1) HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF. Bare those fangs and sharpen those claws. You're feeling a little... peckish.

2) THE WHITE HART. The hunt for the legendary White Hart has begun. Fae hunting parties compete to pursue the beast, and upon its capture much merry-making ensues. Should a party pass through into the mortal realm during this hunt, they will appear as drunken louts searching for a pub.

3) HUNTING PARTY. No reason to let the fae have all the fun! Choose your quarry, gather your team and pursue your prey. This could be a serious hunt-to-kill party or something more light-hearted.

4) CAPTURE/KILL. The moment you've been waiting for. Your prey, cornered. Do you allow your instincts to take over and let rip?

5) I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS. I just got to London and now I'm being chased by a vicious pack of supernatural beings. FML.

6) CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE. What's the first thing you see when you set foot in London? Make up your own scenario here.

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As Sirius shifts back, there's a sound from the fire escape above him.

She'd been passing through, going between the Other Realm and the mortal one for sport. Besides, it left any hunting party who might be trying to follow her and snatch the glory out from under her without a clean path to track. Then, though, she saw something that interested her more than a giant stag.

It was a large dog changing its shape. Into that of a man.

She'd observed people enough that it was no source of embarrassment to her to see a man putting his clothes on, and she didn't tend to care about other people's comfort levels.

"It's been a bit since I last saw a shapeshifter." One, maybe two, hundred years. Which to her kind of fae was like a mortal year. Long enough to be notable but not enough to be surprising. While she might look young, the smell of magic and the supernatural was all around her. "Do you just have the one form?"

Sirius had mostly been caught up in his thoughts, which at this moment included slinking away and licking his wounds because getting into a fight like that was just embarrassing. He'd paused to inspect one of his injuries when a voice causes him to jump, drop the shirt he'd been holding, and turn around to look at her.

"How long have you been there?"

At the very least, he was wearing pants now but still. He can smell the magic though, so his guard is up and for once he's glad for heightened instincts. In his surprise it takes a few minutes for her question to register, but he'll hold off until he gets his own answer.

Azula laughed openly as she tilted her head to watch him. Mortals were always such easily embarrassed creatures. It came, she knew, from short lives. They didn't have the ability to get used to such things.

"Not long." Then again, what was 'long' to a fae?

She leaned against the fire escape and looked at him. Mortals were always curious creatures. She didn't interact with them nearly enough.

Not long was probably long enough in Sirius's mind and he would need to be far more careful in the future. Especially since he's managed to garner the attentions of a fae, or at least he assumes that's what she is.

"Well, since the cat's out of the bag, just the one form," Sirius admits, answering her question. He'd never really considered more than one. He's not sure why he answers, but he figures he could try to keep the conversation light.

"It's a useful form." She smiles as she says it, leaning further against the railing. "Powerful, good for concealing yourself, and easily overlooked."

It's actually as high of a compliment as she usually gives.

"Though. Why would you change in such an open location? No safehouse?"

"Most people don't usually look this far down an alley," Sirius replies. "And there's more than enough things to hide behind."

A safehouse is something he's been considering but he hasn't gotten around to making one yet.

"Sometimes hiding in plain sight is best."

"I suppose the only people likely to see you are the homeless and most of them are written off as insane," she says, shrugging her shoulders. Fair enough point, she'll grant him.

"I don't know," Sirius replies, considering he currently counted himself as part of that population. "Most of the people I've met are pretty sound. But there's a lot of people who are determined not to see what's in front of them."

It was something he'd observed in a lot of humans. Eager to ignore what's going on around them.

"Oh, I never said they weren't. I just everyone else would write them off as insane if they talked about a dog changing into a man."

Though wilful ignorance was always common among humans.

"Pretty sure that would apply to most people, honestly," Sirius said with a shrug. "It's not something you see everyday."

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"Still, you probably should be more careful." She smiled as she said it, tilting her head a bit. "Wouldn't want the authorities to get involved."

He can't really disagree there. He really doesn't want to go back to jail.

"No, I wouldn't. Would lead to a lot of unnecessary questions."

Number one likely being How did you get out?

"What's your name?" she asks, still leaning against the fire escape. After all, he's interesting enough.

Sirius is quiet for a moment, debating his answer. He's always reluctant to give out his name but at the same time, he's been pretty bad at keeping it quiet. Granted it hasn't resulted in anything bad for him yet.

"Sirius," he replies, tentatively. "And you are?"

"You can call me Akane."

She doesn't give her real name. Not unless she has to. It's easier to just give them this. And it's true enough.

"Akane. I take it you're here for the festivities."

His curiosity is winning out over the idea to find somewhere to lick his wounds.

"I love a good party. First time I've seen a hunt like this. It's been rather fun, actually."

"Well, I'm glad for that. Can't say it's been the same for me."

The events of the night being spoiled by a fight he didn't intend to get into.

"You know, I could provide you with somewhere safe."

She smiles as she says it, but she sounds perfectly sincere. And, really, she can't make that offer without intended to follow through. Just... she hasn't named her price. Yet.

The offer is tempting, as Sirius has started coming to the conclusion that he's going to need a place like that. And preferably sooner rather than later.

But he knows enough to know that deals with fae can be dangerous. His guard is up.

"Where exactly? Assuming I'd need such a place."

"Well, the location would be entirely up to you if there's somewhere you'd prefer." She paused to flash him a smile. "Of course, there would need to be something in return for me. I can't just do someone a favor. That would set a bad precedent."

"No such thing as a free lunch, huh?" Sirius sighs. He's never really made a deal with a fae before, having heard enough stories to be warned off. The voice in the back of his head that sounds like Remus is telling him this is a bad idea, but the voice that sounds like James is poking his curiosity.

"What's your price?"

"Nothing too large. Finding a place isn't that big a favor. Of course, if you agree and then try to weasel out of your end of the bargain... I get your soul."

It wasn't on the table right now, no. Humans rarely traded their souls for anything. But it made for good collateral. Wonderful insurance that the debt would be paid.

"But for the price... I'd settle for a future favor. Something, of course, fitting the favor I'm doing."

Information, likely. That tended to be the most valuable thing to her. The time might come when she needed a name or a location. Or, with his form being a dog, someone to track something down for her by scent.

"You have my word that what I ask will not exceed what you have asked."

"So, to confirm, the size of the place I ask for will equal the size of the favor you ask of me?"

Thankfully, Sirius probably wouldn't need a place that was too big. But at the same time, there was a risk for his soul and he was rather fond of where that currently was. Although he could only wonder about the favor. Who knew with Fae?

"Mind if I have some time to think about it?"

It was a tempting offer. He wasn't sure how he was going to find somewhere safe to stay on his own.

"Of course."

She took something out of her pocket and offered it to him. It was a piece of paper, folded, with black kanji written on one side.

"Just burn this if you decide to take me up on my offer. I'll find you."

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