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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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[knightscode]

"I can give you my number," Lancelot offers, and he digs for his phone -- swipes the screen and looks up at Arthur expectantly. It seems easiest, and he isn't particularly bothered by Arthur having it. Lancelot has nothing in particular he wants to hide, and short of irritating him with a lot of phone-calls he can't imagine Arthur doing a lot of damage with it, after all. "It will help if I had a name of some sort to call you, too."

After all. Arthur has seen his ID -- knows his name, but hasn't given Lancelot one at all. Maybe he's careful about these sort of things, he isn't sure, but he isn't particularly bothered if he's given an alias of sorts so long as he has something.

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"It's Arthur," he says as he digs his own phone out. He rattles off his own phone number as he puts Lancelot's name in his phone, and then he looks up expectantly for Lancelot to supply his. He doesn't particularly mind anyone having his number - it's not like they can do much with it anyway.

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Arthur the Hillingdon hunter. Lancelot drops his eyes to his phone as he saves the number, hits call on it and flicks a smile idly as Arthur's phone start to ring.

"And that's mine. Faolan is one of yours too, he was the one that asked my help -- should be around here somewhere. Smaller than I am, brown hair, something of a perpetual frown. Irish. He knows Matt, as I understand it."

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Arthur quickly declines the call, but saves the number to the contact he already made. "I've seen him around," he says, brows furrowed as he works on his phone.

"I hope you guys find him," Arthur says with a sigh as soon as he's finished. "I'll see what I can do about the werewolf, and if I find anything I will let you know."

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"Thank you."

He locks his phone and puts it away, shoves his hands into his pockets and nods at Arthur.

"Good luck, and let me know if you run into trouble. I've a little experience with that, and fishing people out of it."

His lips quirk up into a smile again and he gives a last shrug. It's up to Arthur, really, and he doesn't expect him to ask or give more than he has to -- but anything is useful.

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Arthur smirks - the first hint that he's shown he even knows how to smile throughout the whole conversation. "Don't worry," he says, "I've got a bit of experience with that too."

He slips his phone back into his pocket and turns away with a nod. As he's walking away, he says over his shoulder, "I'll see you around. Call me if you find him so I don't waste my time, alright?"