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[knightscode]

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.

[ ooc; log for the missing hunter plot! You can give me a ping if you want to be involved and hadn't signed up already! It runs 23rd of September through the Blood Moon! Headers within for areas/dates. ]

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[youronlylaw]

"James Memon. I'm a...beta in the East End Pack." He wasn't so used to just giving up his species and alliances at introductions but...well if this man was with the Night Council, James was looking to work with him in the future.

"I got a call telling me I should try and find our rogue before he makes a mistake."

[knightscode]

A Beta in the Eat End Pack?

Lancelot doesn't think he's ever been addressed by someone with such a title before, nor does he know how to address them in turn. Something to look up, he supposes, how to address people of various titles in each faction and race. Still, he rallies -- inclines his head slightly in acceptance.

"Of course. Ah -- I'm... Lancelot, if you didn't have my name." He digs a moment for his wallet, drags out an ID card which he holds out. Lancelot Dulac, Rank 2 Guardian, Night Council. It's as suitably official as a government identification card, surface shimmering with reflective embossing. "I admit, you'll likely know more about your missing person than I do. We've been looking for a hunter by the name of Matt Lloyd. He was last seen tracking your friend to here and hasn't been in contact since. I have a... suspicion the two are related, but we can hope it is otherwise."

[youronlylaw]

James bites back a disclaimer that this werewolf and he are no friends - mostly to save face in the future when this invariably goes south. He is, after all, a lawyer.

Instead he peeks at the ID before nodding minutely.

"All I know is that his Alpha requested someone go looking for him. Apparently, that meant me."

[knightscode]

"That may be for the best. Matt Lloyd was supposed to be looking for a wolf when he came down this way. I don't have the specifics of why, but if they haven't had an altercation already then... I suspect there might yet be one to come. Do you have a way to... track your own? Forgive me if the question is crude, I --"

Lancelot hesitates suddenly, awkward. He'd been about to say he had little experience of them, yet suddenly memories rush through him. Dark fur, red-streaked ground, Faolan grabbing the wolf that had been following them around its head and yelling at him to get its control collar off.

"I have little experience," he finishes finally, "but I'd rather avoid things getting ugly if we can."

[youronlylaw]

James examines Lancelot with a sudden intensity as he pauses, seemingly lost in thought. When he picks back up again, James nods slowly and can only offer his slight assistance in tracking. He wasn't practiced in it, but it was for him - like all other wolves - instinctive and easy to do.

"Scenting is the best I can do. There's some myths to a telepathy of sort but...well, as I said: myths."

He should be able to find their missing wolf. Even amidst the pea soup that was London and all it's scents.

"I hate to be a stereotype, but do you have anything of his? Clothing would be best."

[knightscode]

"Forgive me but no, you probably know more than I do. I've been focused on digging up things on Matt, you're the first contact I've had with the wolf's pack. Here --"

Lancelot digs out a pen and rummages in his pockets for a scrap of paper, finally digging out an old sandwich receipt and beginning to scribble on the back of it.

"I can give you my number, at the very least. That way if you find anything you can let me know, or if you have any questions. I'd like for all this to end peacefully, if we can help it, but..."

Well, Lancelot lofts an eyebrow meaningfully. He's not sure they can exactly guarantee that. Still, he holds out the number to James if he will take it.