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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 Faolan is withdrawn, and perhaps the reality of it is that he's a hunter.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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"Hey," she replied easily, mustering a feigned enthusiasm though her tone remained generally consistent and level. "It's easier to see the best paramedic in the city than it is to suffer the NHS."
The stranger paused, clearly trying to understand this new turn of events. Ringer pointedly turned back toward him. "Thanks for caring. My friend's here now. I'll be alright." He looked at her for another agonizing few seconds, then to the stranger, and back again. Finally, he conceded and offered her well wishes before turning and stalking off into the night. Apparently he had been trying to hit on her.
Once he was completely gone, Ringer turned to face the stranger again. Not understanding what his angle was and not entirely believing he could selflessly have chosen to help her, she offered a vaguely awkward, "Thank you."
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"You're welcome. Is it still looking for you?"
The werewolf, that is, because Lancelot has honestly had one too many werewolf encounters this year already -- he's not keen on another one leaping out and trying to surprise him right now.
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Now free from oblivious bystanders, she took off her blood soaked gloves and shoved them in her pocket. A quick touch to her back confirmed that her weapon was holstered securely in place as expected and then she offered her right hand in introduction. "My name's Ringer."
With her left hand, she grabbed a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped some of the blood from her scalp away. It only annoyed her insomuch as it was close to dripping near her eye. As soon as she got home, had a shower, and was tidied up a little, she could take care of the injuries. Or Faolan could, if he was around. He seemed to be better at bandaging wounds than she was.
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"Lancelot," he greets in turn. "You have somewhere safe to get cleaned up, or a car? Get on a train or a bus like that and you'll have no shortage of people asking you if need a hand."
Which makes it difficult to travel subtly or quietly, as well as being a little tiresome.
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Without waiting for a response, she turns and begins walking away. No car and he's right about the transit options. She can walk. Her place is only a few miles and she can swing into a convenience mart's restroom to clean up a little and glue her scalp wound until she has time to take care of it properly. It's not an ideal solution, but it will have to do.
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Well, he supposes that's that then.
"Nice to meet you," he calls after her, and then feels a little bad for it afterwards. Perhaps she hit her head, and couldn't focus? In which case really she shouldn't be alone, and running after her would be invasive... Equally she could just be tired? He'll put it down to something to do with her state, at least.