undergrounds | [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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Her answer is equally true. Knowledge is power, and Lancelot may well have talents yet locked away that could help him if his life is to continue to be more dangerous. Would knowing be worth it? He cannot say, he supposes, unless he risks it.

"Lancelot, my lady," he offers, and drops his eyes a little in deference. "Who should I say showed me such kindness in turn?"

She allows his consideration to settle, he'll ask for help if he needs it, Mab is confident she projects capability to others. "Lancelot." She repeats his name, letting the sound of it roll off her tongue in perfect mimic of his own pronunciation. Someone raised with the Seelie will know not to give her name out even if only on an instinctual level. And he seems like the type to appreciate honesty.

"I am Mab. Lady of Air and Darkness." She does not correct his decision that her intervention was kindness. In a way it was. And he is being so polite it seems a shame to do anything to ruin it.

[OPEN POST] The game is on

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