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undergrounds2015-11-11 06:26 pm
reticence) wrote in undergrounds2015-11-11 06:26 pm
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I'VE BEEN A RAMBLER ALL MY LIFE (NOV CATCH-ALL)
A. COME AWAY, O HUMAN CHILD - CLOSED TO LANCELOT & RINGER
As soon as there is placed a bounty on a rogue fae kidnapping children into the Other Realm, Faolan knows several things for certain. One, that they must be stopped no matter what the cost, because children are innocents, and having had his own childhood taken from him, knowing others who have had their own taken from them as well, the sooner this is put an end to the less people there will be out there developing complexes around such things. For another, he knows that he's bound to get support when he asks around for help. He's certainly not going to be the only one after the reward, with a bounty like that placed on it. But it's not just the money he's after.
So he manages to rope a few people in to aid him on this. Ringer, from Hillingdon, who like him bristles when she hears that it's children who are being affected. And Lancelot, of course, for who better to aid in such an affair than a man who was once stolen away by the fae to the Other Realm when he was a child himself. He calls them individually, arranges for them to meet him in a cafe near where the latest child went missing, and lets them know that there will be company besides just himself on the job. He does not give names, figuring introductions can be made in the cafe itself.
He orders a coffee while he waits for them. He'd look suspicious not to, and to be honest even in the most dire of situations Faolan would rarely turn down a coffee. Sitting in the back of the establishment, his back against the wall so that he can watch who might be entering and approaching him, he sips at it and flicks through his mobile, making certain he'd told both of them the right time and place.
B. UNDER COVER WORK - SEMI-OPEN TO THE SHADOW COVEN
Faolan has been doing his best despite his new rise in the ranks back at Hillingdon to maintain his anonymity as 'Dubhan' as he does work for Kenzi, but everything has him more on edge now. As Leader of the Hillingdon Clan, even there he's still been keeping it a secret for the most part, his involvement with the Night Council as a Guardian, and here he has to keep double the secrets, not only the involvement with the Night Council (obviously), but also any and all mention of involvement with Hillingdon. As asking around about a 'Dubhan' there is going to bring an investigator up with next to nothing, but conveniently might lead straight into the fact that he's been lying to Kenzi about who he is and what he does for a living this whole time.
So he does his best to keep his mouth shut and keep his head down. Whenever she needs him, he's there. Whenever there's the need for someone to look imposing, Faolan steps up to the job. or rather, 'Dubhan' does. Looks imposing where and when he's needed, makes sure that Kenzi and her friends make their way home safe more than a few nights and generally plays his role of dutiful bodyguard. No one need know that he's there to collect information on them at the same time. It'll be his little secret.
C. HILLINGDON HOUSE - SEMI-OPEN TO HILLINGDON
Faolan doesn't really understand what he's done right (or wrong, for that matter) to find himself in this position. It's true, he's been with Hillingdon Clan for close to 10 years now. But he'd never imagined himself its top ranking officer. He knows that it has something to do with the fact that he's been doing good work for a good while and that he's finally being recognized for it. But honestly, isn't there someone higher than him? Someone more deserving of the job? Someone who isn't, say, spying on the clan for the Night Council? Not that he had much of a choice one way or the other, but that is neither here nor there.
He tries to make himself available for those within the clan itself to meet with, however. Most of his undercover work is done at nights, so the majority of his days are spent at Hillingdon House. He recognizes that there is a distinct lack of leadership here in the Hillingdon Clan, and that there has been for some time now. The best solution of course is not to blunder in and start installing himself willy-nilly. No, another approach must be made. So Faolan makes himself available. For the most senior members and the newest. He doesn't know that he's the best choice for this position. But he's willing to give it a try...
D. THE COFFEE FIX - OPEN TO ALL
Of course, Faolan's day would hardly be complete with at least one visit to some coffee shop or another. If he were to stop and think about exactly how much caffeine he put in his body on any given day he would probably wonder how he had any blood left running through his veins at all. And god help the day where someone tells him to give it up or cut back on the stuff.
He sits at a table in the back of the store with a pastry in front of him and a coffee gripped between both of his hands, soaking in the warmth of it. It's early still, he doesn't have any specific plans for the day other than to eventually get into Hillingdon and to answer his call from Kenzi if and when one comes that evening. Which means it's the perfect time to stop and take a breath and enjoy a good cup of coffee.
As soon as there is placed a bounty on a rogue fae kidnapping children into the Other Realm, Faolan knows several things for certain. One, that they must be stopped no matter what the cost, because children are innocents, and having had his own childhood taken from him, knowing others who have had their own taken from them as well, the sooner this is put an end to the less people there will be out there developing complexes around such things. For another, he knows that he's bound to get support when he asks around for help. He's certainly not going to be the only one after the reward, with a bounty like that placed on it. But it's not just the money he's after.
So he manages to rope a few people in to aid him on this. Ringer, from Hillingdon, who like him bristles when she hears that it's children who are being affected. And Lancelot, of course, for who better to aid in such an affair than a man who was once stolen away by the fae to the Other Realm when he was a child himself. He calls them individually, arranges for them to meet him in a cafe near where the latest child went missing, and lets them know that there will be company besides just himself on the job. He does not give names, figuring introductions can be made in the cafe itself.
He orders a coffee while he waits for them. He'd look suspicious not to, and to be honest even in the most dire of situations Faolan would rarely turn down a coffee. Sitting in the back of the establishment, his back against the wall so that he can watch who might be entering and approaching him, he sips at it and flicks through his mobile, making certain he'd told both of them the right time and place.
B. UNDER COVER WORK - SEMI-OPEN TO THE SHADOW COVEN
Faolan has been doing his best despite his new rise in the ranks back at Hillingdon to maintain his anonymity as 'Dubhan' as he does work for Kenzi, but everything has him more on edge now. As Leader of the Hillingdon Clan, even there he's still been keeping it a secret for the most part, his involvement with the Night Council as a Guardian, and here he has to keep double the secrets, not only the involvement with the Night Council (obviously), but also any and all mention of involvement with Hillingdon. As asking around about a 'Dubhan' there is going to bring an investigator up with next to nothing, but conveniently might lead straight into the fact that he's been lying to Kenzi about who he is and what he does for a living this whole time.
So he does his best to keep his mouth shut and keep his head down. Whenever she needs him, he's there. Whenever there's the need for someone to look imposing, Faolan steps up to the job. or rather, 'Dubhan' does. Looks imposing where and when he's needed, makes sure that Kenzi and her friends make their way home safe more than a few nights and generally plays his role of dutiful bodyguard. No one need know that he's there to collect information on them at the same time. It'll be his little secret.
C. HILLINGDON HOUSE - SEMI-OPEN TO HILLINGDON
Faolan doesn't really understand what he's done right (or wrong, for that matter) to find himself in this position. It's true, he's been with Hillingdon Clan for close to 10 years now. But he'd never imagined himself its top ranking officer. He knows that it has something to do with the fact that he's been doing good work for a good while and that he's finally being recognized for it. But honestly, isn't there someone higher than him? Someone more deserving of the job? Someone who isn't, say, spying on the clan for the Night Council? Not that he had much of a choice one way or the other, but that is neither here nor there.
He tries to make himself available for those within the clan itself to meet with, however. Most of his undercover work is done at nights, so the majority of his days are spent at Hillingdon House. He recognizes that there is a distinct lack of leadership here in the Hillingdon Clan, and that there has been for some time now. The best solution of course is not to blunder in and start installing himself willy-nilly. No, another approach must be made. So Faolan makes himself available. For the most senior members and the newest. He doesn't know that he's the best choice for this position. But he's willing to give it a try...
D. THE COFFEE FIX - OPEN TO ALL
Of course, Faolan's day would hardly be complete with at least one visit to some coffee shop or another. If he were to stop and think about exactly how much caffeine he put in his body on any given day he would probably wonder how he had any blood left running through his veins at all. And god help the day where someone tells him to give it up or cut back on the stuff.
He sits at a table in the back of the store with a pastry in front of him and a coffee gripped between both of his hands, soaking in the warmth of it. It's early still, he doesn't have any specific plans for the day other than to eventually get into Hillingdon and to answer his call from Kenzi if and when one comes that evening. Which means it's the perfect time to stop and take a breath and enjoy a good cup of coffee.
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"The Nests of Ireland," he repeats, his accent subtly thickening on the name of the country, as all natives' have a habit of doing. "What interest do you have in researching those, then?"
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"I was hoping to, ah, find out about one particular Nest. Near where the- ah, the Fourth District was, if you've heard of it." She swallows thickly. A few years back, there had been a massacre. With Annie as the lone survivor. If the Night Council hadn't intervened, Annie herself would have bled out.
For a moment, Annie doesn't move. She stands still, looking straight ahead, her eyes unfocused. Still staring straight ahead, she whispers with reverence: "I was hoping to find out who did it."
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He stands still himself for a moment. He understands the need for justice, the need for vengeance. And he also understands all too well the price that one might pay for it. "And what would you do, if you should find out such a thing?"
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but, once she did find them... he had a point. she was one girl. they were a nest of vampires that had taken out an entire school in one night and she'd almost gone with it. sober still, she looks down, cheeks burning crimson.
"I- uhm- I-" bright eyes looked up from the floor, to the door and she pulled at her hair. she could feel the darkness coming, creeping up on her. "I need to go." she turns for the door.
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"Annie, wait! I'm. I'm sorry...!" He doesn't exactly know what he's apologizing for, but it seems as good a thing as any to say, all things considered.
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yes, she talked to herself.
"it's not you," she tells him finally, though the words are halting. "it's me. my fault. don't- don't blame yourself." she was pathetic, look at her. Her mother would be so ashamed.
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"You shouldn't blame yourself either," he says, quietly. "I know how you feel. Believe me, I do. I only ask because. I've made the mistake myself. That's all."
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"I made a mistake in surviving."
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"I wasn't there," he says again, "but I know." He takes another tentative step toward her. "Your survival was no mistake. People fought for you. You are here now for a reason. But you must be careful. Not everyone has been awarded the second-chance that you have. As well you know," he adds, gently.
cw: mention of suicide
"Third-chances." She twists her hair again, a far-off smile flickering over her visage. Then, she mutters, bitterly to herself: "Third time's the charm."
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"You're here now," he says, gently. More gentle than anyone who knows him would think him capable, to be sure. He sees something of himself in her, though. And he didn't have anyone there, saying nice things to him while he made poor decisions. He was too stupid, too stubborn for that. "And that's what matters."
He nods to the books in her arms. "Let me know if you need help? With the research." He glances up at her, making sure that he meets her eyes. To let her know he isn't disapproving of her investigation, merely suggesting she take an intelligent approach to it, that's all.
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She nods three times. She shouldn't stay here. Later, she'll research again, but for now, she needs to go to her grandmother's, go to Finnick's. Something that isn't here. She was here. But she didn't want to be.
"Thank you," she manages to mutter, holding the books closer to her chest like a shield. "I should go. I'm sorry- thank you."
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Faolan nods, understanding that their conversation is over for now. He won't keep her, won't demand answers. He's hardly a conversationalist himself. But he will help, if he can. She is one of their own, and these vampires that killed her family, that nearly killed her, they did a wrong. They will likely keep doing such wrongs until they are put to a stop. He will not ask for the same for his own family, and for those that wronged them. He doesn't think he can stomach the thought, given... Aine. But he would do it for her. She is Hillingdon, and she did not deserve this.
"Don't be a stranger, yeah?" he says, nodding towards the door, indicating that she can leave whenever she likes, but not before reaching into his pocket and producing a card for her. Plain and simple, just his name and number. He'd had them for when he'd been a Private Investigator, but it served its purpose now. "Don't be afraid to call, if you need to, alright?"