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undergrounds2015-10-22 04:44 pm
knightscode) wrote in undergrounds2015-10-22 04:44 pm
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Westminster -- CLOSED TO FAOLAN
Lancelot is getting somewhat used to Night Council work, little by little. He's getting used to travelling to Westminster, checking in, reading reports and generally investigating things that are not quite mundane.
He's also getting used to Faolan. Faolan is a strange sort of person, varying on days between a surly sort of grumpiness and casual friendliness. Lancelot can't quite work out what to make of the man, and he suspects Faolan can't quite work out what to make of him in turn. So much as he insists that he is not used to things or feels he doesn't belong, Lancelot... well, Lancelot isn't exactly in a much better position. He's still learning, but he's learning quickly. He's already been promoted, after all, much to his own surprise. No, Faolan... Faolan is withdrawn, and perhaps the reality of it is that he's a hunter. Hunters are not, exactly, people who work in groups. Perhaps he just needs a little coaxing?
So it is that Lancelot arrives early, waiting outside for Faolan with two cups of coffee from a place up the road and two pastries. Something to help him wake up and perhaps bribe him into conversation.
b) Police & Guardian work -- OPEN
Adjusting to life as both a Community Support Officer and a Night Council Guardian has been easy enough in one aspect: both roles are investigative, and both roles are about upholding the law and protecting people.
So it is that on some days he can be found out and about Richmond and the surrounding areas, neatly dressed in his police uniform and fielding questions from tourists and generally lost people. It's especially busy at the moment with the rugby world cup, and they have a lot of drunks to carefully handle and crowd control to do, but Lancelot doesn't mind it. He's polite and easy going, but he's more than able to handle himself when necessary.
Of course, on the days he isn't there -- or even late at night after work -- Lancelot has his other job to think of. Dressed down into tidy, smart clothing in place of his uniform he heads out back and forth from Westminster investigating Night Council business. From the smallest lead to the biggest problem he does his best to keep on top of things. Moving on troublemakers, carefully dissuading people being too open with their magic or looking into bigger crimes. Lancelot has a good sense for danger, and he's both quick on his feet and strong. Much to the annoyance of people he's looking to apprehend.
c) Crime Scene -- OPEN
Lancelot has made it before the police, for which he's glad. It gives him time to find out what he needs and get away again, cover up as much evidence of non-human action as he can.
Which may prove difficult.
As he crouches down and studies the body the pallor of it finally sinks in. About as pale as you can get, and aside from the damage produced by the fight something else nags at him until he carefully reaches out and pushes aside her hair.
She's been bitten.
The question then is if she's already been turned, or if she's just been drained. Lancelot belatedly realises he's not sure if there's any way you can tell at this point. Vampires are dead, so he can't check for a heartbeat. Is there another test for vampirism?
He supposes he'll have to add it to his list of things to read up on.
d) Off Duty Coffee Shop-- OPEN
When Lancelot isn't running between jobs he still has another responsibility, of course. Lily. His white Samoyed is slowly getting more and more confident around people, and so he does his best to make sure he always has time to take her out and about to meet new people. The parks around London, the high streets in various places and along the river -- she's a very well travelled dog in that respect.
He's sitting outside despite the cloudy weather, eyeing the sky warily as he sips his coffee and Lily laps some water from a bowl. She looks up sharply as someone walks near and flicks her ears, trying to decide if she needs to alert Lancelot before he looks up and around himself.
"Don't worry, she won't bite. She's probably more afraid of you."
Lancelot is getting somewhat used to Night Council work, little by little. He's getting used to travelling to Westminster, checking in, reading reports and generally investigating things that are not quite mundane.
He's also getting used to Faolan. Faolan is a strange sort of person, varying on days between a surly sort of grumpiness and casual friendliness. Lancelot can't quite work out what to make of the man, and he suspects Faolan can't quite work out what to make of him in turn. So much as he insists that he is not used to things or feels he doesn't belong, Lancelot... well, Lancelot isn't exactly in a much better position. He's still learning, but he's learning quickly. He's already been promoted, after all, much to his own surprise. No, Faolan... Faolan is withdrawn, and perhaps the reality of it is that he's a hunter. Hunters are not, exactly, people who work in groups. Perhaps he just needs a little coaxing?
So it is that Lancelot arrives early, waiting outside for Faolan with two cups of coffee from a place up the road and two pastries. Something to help him wake up and perhaps bribe him into conversation.
b) Police & Guardian work -- OPEN
Adjusting to life as both a Community Support Officer and a Night Council Guardian has been easy enough in one aspect: both roles are investigative, and both roles are about upholding the law and protecting people.
So it is that on some days he can be found out and about Richmond and the surrounding areas, neatly dressed in his police uniform and fielding questions from tourists and generally lost people. It's especially busy at the moment with the rugby world cup, and they have a lot of drunks to carefully handle and crowd control to do, but Lancelot doesn't mind it. He's polite and easy going, but he's more than able to handle himself when necessary.
Of course, on the days he isn't there -- or even late at night after work -- Lancelot has his other job to think of. Dressed down into tidy, smart clothing in place of his uniform he heads out back and forth from Westminster investigating Night Council business. From the smallest lead to the biggest problem he does his best to keep on top of things. Moving on troublemakers, carefully dissuading people being too open with their magic or looking into bigger crimes. Lancelot has a good sense for danger, and he's both quick on his feet and strong. Much to the annoyance of people he's looking to apprehend.
c) Crime Scene -- OPEN
Lancelot has made it before the police, for which he's glad. It gives him time to find out what he needs and get away again, cover up as much evidence of non-human action as he can.
Which may prove difficult.
As he crouches down and studies the body the pallor of it finally sinks in. About as pale as you can get, and aside from the damage produced by the fight something else nags at him until he carefully reaches out and pushes aside her hair.
She's been bitten.
The question then is if she's already been turned, or if she's just been drained. Lancelot belatedly realises he's not sure if there's any way you can tell at this point. Vampires are dead, so he can't check for a heartbeat. Is there another test for vampirism?
He supposes he'll have to add it to his list of things to read up on.
d) Off Duty Coffee Shop-- OPEN
When Lancelot isn't running between jobs he still has another responsibility, of course. Lily. His white Samoyed is slowly getting more and more confident around people, and so he does his best to make sure he always has time to take her out and about to meet new people. The parks around London, the high streets in various places and along the river -- she's a very well travelled dog in that respect.
He's sitting outside despite the cloudy weather, eyeing the sky warily as he sips his coffee and Lily laps some water from a bowl. She looks up sharply as someone walks near and flicks her ears, trying to decide if she needs to alert Lancelot before he looks up and around himself.
"Don't worry, she won't bite. She's probably more afraid of you."
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"Are you with Islington?"
A simple enough question he can pass off as something else if she doesn't know what he means, but if she does he has more reason to listen to her.
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Islington? She pales and shakes her head. "Hillingdon."
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"Night Council," he replies easily. "You've probably more experience with them than I have, though. Is there a way to tell if she's been fed blood already? If she has, we don't want her body taken by a coroner and iced only for her to break out in a panic when she wakes."
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Annie shakes her head, looking at the victim. "No. There isn't. We've got to stake her in-case." They did not need any more vampires running around.
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"I agree it looks bad, but we cannot be sure she wasn't willingly turned. That, and if she wasn't -- well, she will be our only lead on who is doing such a thing."
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But he has a point, about her being a lead.
"I don't like it."
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He lets out a slow breath, glancing around the area again cautiously. They need to make some sort of decision, and quickly.
"If there's a chance she might revive we can't leave the body here, but we need to put her somewhere she can be restrained. Somewhere she won't be discovered. Preferably without getting ourselves arrest, which is a bit of an ask I know."
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She looked back down at the body and shook her head again. "I won't help"
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"Don't help then," he says simply, "I'll drag around the body myself. I've always wanted to be arrested on suspicion of murder."
He digs out his phone and squints at it, searching his contact lists in the hope of inspiration.
"I'm assuming you've had a bad encounter of some sort?"
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"It's rude to ask," Annie says at last, and she can practically feel the scar on her neck burning.
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He lofts an eyebrow at her, hits dial on his phone and catches it between his shoulder and cheek as he rummages for something else -- eyes flicking up at her again after a second as he waits for someone to pick up.
"What's your name?
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Before she can remember not to give her name, she does automatically: "Annie." No last name. If he'd heard of an Annie in Hillingdon, he'd heard she was crazy, the lone survivor of a massacre at the Fourth District hunting school. Mad, unstable, nothing positive could be said for her, in the words of the public.
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"Lancelot," he answers, "who isn't in favour of punishing people just in case they commit a crime. That's the stuff of science fiction. Ah --"
Someone picks up finally and he glances around to catch the name of the street, begins reeling off a set of numbers that are... codes, perhaps? Before finally hanging up the phone.
This is a mess.
"If you're so in favour of staking someone, you can stake whoever left this body here. If nothing else we can get them for persistent littering."
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The numbers are noted, but she can't make any sense of them. But it sounds official.
"It's not litter- it's murder."
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"All right," he says more quietly, "take a breath. I understand. I just want to make sure I do the right thing. We haven't any evidence one way or another right now. She has no sign of a struggle, although I know vampires can be... a little persuasive."
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"Yes." She's got her charm on, thankfully, iron and silver bracelets as well, to keep herself safe. If she was near Finnick, she'd take them off, but mostly it was a safety precaution to keep herself safe. "You don't have any evidence at all. Just a body."
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"That is why there will be an investigation," he says finally, "and then we will be a little more sure of what happened. A team are on their way. You may end up part of it if you stay around."
Which he hopes might inspire her to leave, rather than linger and continue encouraging him to stake the vampire.
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She shakes her head. "Oh- no. I can't- it'll look bad." She had a history of witnessing these sorts of things, something that the police, and even Scotland Yard would be able to get a hold of easily.
"I should have left when I- when I saw the body."
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If nothing else, because he has no idea how to describe this conversation. Not just because of the conversation itself, either, but because of her manner too. There was something he couldn't quite put his finger on, a peculiar intensity and edge of hysteria to it. Trauma, maybe? That just makes him think of Alice. He wouldn't like to see the two of them locked in a debate, either, that would be a mess if they came to odds.
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But right now, she was going to take the opportunity to exit.