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You warm by the firelight

Date: 23rd~28th of September
Plot: Missing Hunter
Areas: Westminster, Bromley, Various in between

A hunter has gone missing. They were last seen almost a month ago, travelling to the outskirts of London to hunt down a werewolf. With the Blood Moon approaching he hoped to track down his prey and take it out easily at the peak when it had no powers. However, things went a little awry. The werewolf he was tracking cut through Bromley, now Fae territory, and ended up in deeper water than anticipated. A Fae summoned during the ebbing rebalance of power has caused a little trouble, and it may take a while to untangle.

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Now that he's hanging around the Hillingdon area a bit more, Sirius has been picking up more information about the movements of various people in various places. It's helpful, if nothing else, to know what's going on.

The name Matt Lloyd rings a bell, albeit a vague one. Sirius isn't sure if he knows the guy, but regardless of whether he did or didn't, it sounded like he needed help. Or at least to be found. So Sirius had set off, not entirely sure how he was going to conduct his investigation, but maybe he might hear something.

It's easy to hear that someone has been investigating Matt. Lancelot has hardly made a secret of it, after all. He has no reason to -- Matt is missing, he isn't a suspect in anything, and so far Lancelot has no reason to suspect anyone would want to get in the way of such a thing. So far, the only issue Lancelot is running into is suspicion and wariness every time he shows his Night Council identification.

Which is fair, he supposes, people are suspicious of him as a police officer for similar reasons -- but all he wants to do is help. If something has happened to the man he just wants to make sure he's okay.

"Matt Lloyd," Lancelot is repeating to a largely disinterested looking man. "Here, I have a photograph..." he digs into his pocket, holds it out and squints at the man as he barely lets his eyes light on it.

"Never 'eard of 'im," the man grumbles, "not seen 'im. We done?"

He takes a deep breath and lets it out in a slow sigh, studies him a moment longer before dropping his arm and gesturing for the man to go. Another dead end. It's as he pockets the photograph and begins to make a note that his senses flare, telling him he's being watched. Lancelot pauses in the act of writing, glances around and up after a moment.

"Hello?"

Sirius had considered conducting his search as a dog. It's easy enough to listen in on people. No one noticed you when you were a dog, and sometimes, you even got fed. It was easy enough. But that always came with the downside of having somewhere to hide and bringing along some spare clothes.

So, instead he just eavesdrops in the normal way. And he's surprised at how quickly he gets results. Maybe luck is with him today.

"Hi," he says, poking his head out from an alley. He's a little surprised at being noticed so quickly, but it's not like he was being deliberately sneaky.

The man looks relatively inoffensive at least -- not visibly armed, irate and own his own. Lancelot considers him a moment before flashing a small smile, stowing his notes in an inside pocket and lofting an eyebrow questioningly.

"Can I help you?" he prompts curiously, unsure exactly what he might be lingering for. He could just be lost, he could recognise Lancelot from somewhere and he's simply failed to recognise him in turn. It could be, of course, that he's either overheard or been told why Lancelot is here. That would be useful.

He could also be about to get mugged, of course. That would be a lot less useful.

"Actually, yeah, you could," Sirius says, looking Lancelot over. "Sorry, I couldn't help but overhear. You said you're looking for Matt Lloyd?"

He's fairly certain about what he heard, but he just wants to double check. Having someone else to share information with would definitely be useful. Not that he has a lot to share at the moment, but there are other skills he could offer.

Oh! Lancelot's eyes widen at that and he nods, taking a few steps closer and digging out the photo again to hold out to Sirius.

"That's right, I am. Do you know him, perhaps? Or have you seen him recently?"

Surely someone has, after all! The man can't have vanished entirely into thin air.

Looking at the picture jars a few more things loose and Sirius is pretty certain that he knows the guy.

"I haven't seen him recently, but I do know him. Or at least, I'm pretty sure I do."

It's been years after all.

He deflates a little at that, clearly disappointed, but nods all the same. Even if Sirius hasn't seen the man recently at least he knows him. Faolan had known Matt Lloyd too, but the more people who talk about him the clearer the picture might be.

"Well, I am glad to have you here all the same. Are you aware of what happened?"

A half-delicate way of trying to asses if Sirius is a mundane friend or if he is aware of the situation around it -- that Matt is a hunter, that he was here looking for a werewolf, all the things that Lancelot would not particularly want to accidentally say to someone not a part of London's supernatural underbelly.

By the way the question is asked, Sirius has a good feeling that it isn't anything good.

"No, I'm not. Care to spare the details?"

From what he could recall, Matt was a hunter, so Sirius already had a good idea of several things that could have happened. But still, he needed confirmation before he could move forward.

"He went out of contact looking for someone travelling this way, last seen a month or so ago. I've been following some leads but people seem reluctant to say too much, either suspicious or hiding something perhaps. Do you know what he did for a living?"

He squints half-questioningly at Sirius, still trying to assess what he can say. Was Sirius a colleague, then? Or simply a friendly neighbour, ex-neighbour? Either is equally possible?

Missing for a month. That wasn't good.

"I'm familiar. Something about hunting, right?" He tried his best to make it sound normal, every day. Even though it wasn't the kind of hunting that one would usually think of it.

"I might be able to help."

Close enough. He nods confirmation, frowns and shifts his weight as he thinks.

"He followed his quarry down here into fae territory, so much as I understand. I've been asking around but haven't been able to get a clear on either him or what he was hunting. East End Pack member fleeing."

He lofts an eyebrow, lets out a slow breath as he looks around. Fae don't hold an particular love for werewolves, so it's interesting that they decided to cut through fae territory. Then again, maybe the pack member was desperate to avoid every other faction.

"Was this as far as he got then?"

It was odd scenario, although he's not surprised about the lack of information. If it was a singular mission, there wasn't really much of a point in sharing a lot of detail.

"And...I don't suppose you have anything of his, do you?"

"Last known location. If he moved on from here we aren't aware of it, but we can't real it out. As for anything of his --"

Lancelot winces and shrugs expansively.

"Forgive me, I hadn't come expecting help tracking. If you asking Hillingdon I don't doubt they could turn something up for that. Do you have a dog, then? Or..."

He tilts his head slightly, the rest of the suggestion unspoken. Is he a werewolf, or a shifter?

"Well, it sounds like you might need it," Sirius says wryly, before nodding. "I've...got ways of tracking stuff down."

Even with quiet voices, it's hard to admit to the fact that his sense of smell is heightened, even as a human. If he's going to shift, however, that's going to take a little more coordination.

"We need all the help we can get," he agrees. Two people asking questions can only get so far so quickly, and Lancelot isn't sure what state Matt is in or how much time he has. "I can give you my number, in case you run into trouble or if you find anything."

He digs for his phone a moment, swipes it unlocked and looks up at Sirius questioningly.

"Unfortunately, I haven't got a phone," Sirius replies, looking at little sheepish. It's probably something he should get, but hasn't really gotten around to. Especially since that would mean potentially revealing himself.

"I can go looking and meeting you somewhere in a bit though. If that works."

Ah. That does make it a little more tricky. Lancelot winces apologetically, hesitates a moment. Sirius could use a payphone if he really needed to, but he might not be able to find one quickly and easily-- may not have change or find one that accepts cards.

"Well," he says after a moment's thought, "there's a Starbucks on the high street we could meet outside at the end of the day. Easy enough landmark, opening until about 8. We could meet for coffee half an hour before closing? Lancelot, by the way." He quirks a smile,a little rueful. "It would probably help if we both knew who we were asking after."

"Sirius. I can probably manage that," he replies. If he switches to his dog form, that should give him plenty of time to sweep the area, and possibly get into a few places that might be a bit more difficult to access.

"Again, do you have anything that might have belonged to him. I could try sniffing a few things out." Pun intended.

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