Litha Disappearances Investigation | backdated to last week

[hallapologies]

Who: Pel, Tal, Lancelot, and Heiji.
Where: Everywhere!
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[hallapologies]

She stops walking. She looks at him with discerning intent, as if peeling back every layer of skin he has and examining each one inside and out. She doesn't seem the least bit concerned with rather he's comfortable with it.

"So you're not Underground, you're just...magic." A cleansing breath in and out. "That's how you can see my mark. You're not fae and you're not a witch, but you're a little more than human."

He's in danger, then. A great deal of danger, she thinks, if he is this way without knowing anything about it. Nothing is more dangerous to them than their own ignorance.

[knightscode]

"I don't know," he admits helplessly, and he's saying that a lot lately, isn't he? At least, in the last short while he feels as if he's begun to know less than he ever has in his whole life.

Well.

"I --" he stops, hesitates, opens his mouth, stops again. How does he even explain this? "Something is happening to me, I think." It's cautious, as if he isn't entirely sure himself if what he's saying is right. "When you -- when I saw... what happened. I started to... remember things. At least, I think I am remembering. I think they are memories."

Good lord, he isn't even making any sense.

[hallapologies]

"It's all right."

Pel puts one hand on his shoulder and squeezes.

"Right, you're safe here. The fae cannot come into this territory. Let's get you to my flat. I'll make you a cuppatae and we'll sort this out at your leisure, right?"

[knightscode]

A cup of tea. Right. Lancelot lets out a sigh, something that does not fully shake the unease from him but begins to make an attempt at it. Then he nods. A cup of tea, fine. That sounds... normal, like something he can cope with. Especially if this... 'territory' is safe, as she puts it.

"Thank you," he allows at last, "please -- lead the way." He reaches out a hand to ruffle at Lily as she follows him -- equally uneasy. Everyone is so nervous! What is going on? She doesn't know, but she doesn't like it. If anything bad happens she will just have to growl at someone until it stops. Even if her idea of a growl is low and not very intimidating, she can try.

[hallapologies]

It's not too long before they reach her flat, where she settles him down quickly with a cup of tea and a mismatched little bowl of sugar with a spoon in it. She sits on a beanbag chair nearby, hands clasped.

"So...tell me what you do remember. Maybe I can make it make sense."

[knightscode]

What he remembers? He lets out a slow breath, hands cradling the drink as he thinks on this.

"I..." he shivers, frowns. "I have always had... a gap, a break in my memories. It... it seemed years of my life, my childhood, I might never get back. Yet... there are flashes, now. Seeing that creature seemed to... inspire them. I cannot tell if they are truly memories I experienced or something else, they seem so... strange. A place like London, yet not. Everything... wilder, brighter and darker both, stranger. It... makes little sense."