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undergrounds2015-10-22 04:44 pm
knightscode) wrote in undergrounds2015-10-22 04:44 pm
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Westminster -- CLOSED TO FAOLAN
Lancelot is getting somewhat used to Night Council work, little by little. He's getting used to travelling to Westminster, checking in, reading reports and generally investigating things that are not quite mundane.
He's also getting used to Faolan. Faolan is a strange sort of person, varying on days between a surly sort of grumpiness and casual friendliness. Lancelot can't quite work out what to make of the man, and he suspects Faolan can't quite work out what to make of him in turn. So much as he insists that he is not used to things or feels he doesn't belong, Lancelot... well, Lancelot isn't exactly in a much better position. He's still learning, but he's learning quickly. He's already been promoted, after all, much to his own surprise. No, Faolan... Faolan is withdrawn, and perhaps the reality of it is that he's a hunter. Hunters are not, exactly, people who work in groups. Perhaps he just needs a little coaxing?
So it is that Lancelot arrives early, waiting outside for Faolan with two cups of coffee from a place up the road and two pastries. Something to help him wake up and perhaps bribe him into conversation.
b) Police & Guardian work -- OPEN
Adjusting to life as both a Community Support Officer and a Night Council Guardian has been easy enough in one aspect: both roles are investigative, and both roles are about upholding the law and protecting people.
So it is that on some days he can be found out and about Richmond and the surrounding areas, neatly dressed in his police uniform and fielding questions from tourists and generally lost people. It's especially busy at the moment with the rugby world cup, and they have a lot of drunks to carefully handle and crowd control to do, but Lancelot doesn't mind it. He's polite and easy going, but he's more than able to handle himself when necessary.
Of course, on the days he isn't there -- or even late at night after work -- Lancelot has his other job to think of. Dressed down into tidy, smart clothing in place of his uniform he heads out back and forth from Westminster investigating Night Council business. From the smallest lead to the biggest problem he does his best to keep on top of things. Moving on troublemakers, carefully dissuading people being too open with their magic or looking into bigger crimes. Lancelot has a good sense for danger, and he's both quick on his feet and strong. Much to the annoyance of people he's looking to apprehend.
c) Crime Scene -- OPEN
Lancelot has made it before the police, for which he's glad. It gives him time to find out what he needs and get away again, cover up as much evidence of non-human action as he can.
Which may prove difficult.
As he crouches down and studies the body the pallor of it finally sinks in. About as pale as you can get, and aside from the damage produced by the fight something else nags at him until he carefully reaches out and pushes aside her hair.
She's been bitten.
The question then is if she's already been turned, or if she's just been drained. Lancelot belatedly realises he's not sure if there's any way you can tell at this point. Vampires are dead, so he can't check for a heartbeat. Is there another test for vampirism?
He supposes he'll have to add it to his list of things to read up on.
d) Off Duty Coffee Shop-- OPEN
When Lancelot isn't running between jobs he still has another responsibility, of course. Lily. His white Samoyed is slowly getting more and more confident around people, and so he does his best to make sure he always has time to take her out and about to meet new people. The parks around London, the high streets in various places and along the river -- she's a very well travelled dog in that respect.
He's sitting outside despite the cloudy weather, eyeing the sky warily as he sips his coffee and Lily laps some water from a bowl. She looks up sharply as someone walks near and flicks her ears, trying to decide if she needs to alert Lancelot before he looks up and around himself.
"Don't worry, she won't bite. She's probably more afraid of you."
Lancelot is getting somewhat used to Night Council work, little by little. He's getting used to travelling to Westminster, checking in, reading reports and generally investigating things that are not quite mundane.
He's also getting used to Faolan. Faolan is a strange sort of person, varying on days between a surly sort of grumpiness and casual friendliness. Lancelot can't quite work out what to make of the man, and he suspects Faolan can't quite work out what to make of him in turn. So much as he insists that he is not used to things or feels he doesn't belong, Lancelot... well, Lancelot isn't exactly in a much better position. He's still learning, but he's learning quickly. He's already been promoted, after all, much to his own surprise. No, Faolan... Faolan is withdrawn, and perhaps the reality of it is that he's a hunter. Hunters are not, exactly, people who work in groups. Perhaps he just needs a little coaxing?
So it is that Lancelot arrives early, waiting outside for Faolan with two cups of coffee from a place up the road and two pastries. Something to help him wake up and perhaps bribe him into conversation.
b) Police & Guardian work -- OPEN
Adjusting to life as both a Community Support Officer and a Night Council Guardian has been easy enough in one aspect: both roles are investigative, and both roles are about upholding the law and protecting people.
So it is that on some days he can be found out and about Richmond and the surrounding areas, neatly dressed in his police uniform and fielding questions from tourists and generally lost people. It's especially busy at the moment with the rugby world cup, and they have a lot of drunks to carefully handle and crowd control to do, but Lancelot doesn't mind it. He's polite and easy going, but he's more than able to handle himself when necessary.
Of course, on the days he isn't there -- or even late at night after work -- Lancelot has his other job to think of. Dressed down into tidy, smart clothing in place of his uniform he heads out back and forth from Westminster investigating Night Council business. From the smallest lead to the biggest problem he does his best to keep on top of things. Moving on troublemakers, carefully dissuading people being too open with their magic or looking into bigger crimes. Lancelot has a good sense for danger, and he's both quick on his feet and strong. Much to the annoyance of people he's looking to apprehend.
c) Crime Scene -- OPEN
Lancelot has made it before the police, for which he's glad. It gives him time to find out what he needs and get away again, cover up as much evidence of non-human action as he can.
Which may prove difficult.
As he crouches down and studies the body the pallor of it finally sinks in. About as pale as you can get, and aside from the damage produced by the fight something else nags at him until he carefully reaches out and pushes aside her hair.
She's been bitten.
The question then is if she's already been turned, or if she's just been drained. Lancelot belatedly realises he's not sure if there's any way you can tell at this point. Vampires are dead, so he can't check for a heartbeat. Is there another test for vampirism?
He supposes he'll have to add it to his list of things to read up on.
d) Off Duty Coffee Shop-- OPEN
When Lancelot isn't running between jobs he still has another responsibility, of course. Lily. His white Samoyed is slowly getting more and more confident around people, and so he does his best to make sure he always has time to take her out and about to meet new people. The parks around London, the high streets in various places and along the river -- she's a very well travelled dog in that respect.
He's sitting outside despite the cloudy weather, eyeing the sky warily as he sips his coffee and Lily laps some water from a bowl. She looks up sharply as someone walks near and flicks her ears, trying to decide if she needs to alert Lancelot before he looks up and around himself.
"Don't worry, she won't bite. She's probably more afraid of you."
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She doesn't approach the dog further, but it doesn't take her long to drop to a knee and hold her hand out toward the dog. Not forcing her to smell it, no, but offering. She wondered how much of a sense of the supernatural animals had, really. Was there a difference, to them, between a human, a shapeshifter, and a werewolf? If scent lasted too long, she probably had all three for the poor animal's nose.
But it wasn't something she was too worried about.
"I love dogs."
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"I have no doubt she appreciates the compliment," he says, and reaches to ruffle her ears as she cautiously stretches out. Skip smells different, but she isn't quite sure why! What is it she can smell? It isn't like anything she has smelled before!
"She's a Samoyed," he adds, "rescue dog, forgive her if she's a little uncertain. She's still gaining her confidence back around people."
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"How long have you had her?"
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"Six months? Something along those lines. I volunteer at Battersea, walk the dogs and help them adjust. She'd been there a while, had behavioural problems. I suppose I'm just a soft touch and took to her. Animals are like people, after all, they'll always behave badly if treated badly. They just need to learn that not everyone is bad."
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Her gaze turns back to him, and she smiles.
"Least she has you now, though."
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"She does," Lancelot agrees, and his lips twitch into a smile. "Her name is Lily," he adds, "and -- I'm Lancelot, although obviously I am nowhere near as appealing as my companion. Everyone wants to talk to her, it seems. She's been popular today, haven't you?"
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"Now, I wouldn't be too sure about that." She finds a spot behind Lily's ear to scratch lightly. "Maybe they just think she's a great way to get to talk to you."
A bit more of a smile, even briefly biting her bottom lip, is given.
"I know I did."
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"I don't think you need the excuse, although I am sure Lily appreciates it."
She does. She's busy flopping onto her side and generally making a somewhat ridiculous display of begging for affection.
"Should I be offering to buy you some coffee at this point?"
The question is a little hesitant, shy, because Lancelot -- in truth -- never really knows what to do when people approach him so overtly. Not that people don't flirt with him, they do, but honestly a lot of them time he doesn't really realise they're serious. He playfully flirts a lot himself, but he doesn't mean much by it. Boldness tends to through him a little for a loop.
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With a glance down to Lily, Skip moves her hand, scratching the dog's stomach before she looks back up. After all, she's enough of an animal lover to know that the best way to cosy up to one is to pay plenty of attention to the pet, too. Plus it helps that it's a dog. She likes cats okay, but dogs? Dogs, she gets.
"And you could offer. Or you could accept my offer to buy you coffee."
Shyness isn't something Skip does. She can play the coquette, certainly, but 'shy and retiring' isn't her thing. Besides, it does seem to surprise some guys, and that's always fun.
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"I..."
He gestures helplessly to his table, where he still has a little coffee left. Only about a quarter of his coffee, to be fair, but it's still there. Should he ignore it? Should he let her buy him another drink anyway? Suddenly even the simplest decision seems mired by awkwardness. He lets out a breathy huff of amusement, offers a half shrug.
"I suppose I could drink more. Do I get to know the name of the person offering?"
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"I'm Skip."
Then, as if she hadn't seen the coffee cup before, she chuckles again, shaking her head.
"Guess you prob'ly aren't too much in the mood for more. Tell y' what." She takes a moment to search her pockets for a pen then approaches his table, leaning down not too very far from where he's sitting to take a napkin. She writes her name, mobile number, and an address in downtown London on it. "Lemme make it up to you. If you're free tonight, I'll meet you here, an' drinks're on me."
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"You're leaving?" he asks, even as Lily seems to project the same question. She only just started! Why would she stop paying attention now!
He blinks down at the napkin again, then back up at her. Is that... is she asking him... out? Lancelot squints at the address again to try and work out if he knows it. Maybe he can put it into google later.
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Wasn't she going to buy him coffee? Was she planning to buy him coffee then immediately leave for class? Was she going to skip class -- in fact, hang on, she has class?
"How... old are you?" he prompts, feeling immediately a lot older for having even asked.
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"Meet me for drinks, and I'll tell you." With a laugh, she takes a few steps away before turning back. "Tonight. That address. Seven."
And before he can really reply, she turns and heads down the road.