Royal Pain in the- {backdated to the 20th}

[dirtyredneck]

The request for discretion in the matter of the kidnapping and rescue didn't surprise him. It happened quite a bit, especially for those who were higher profile in the London social circles - both supernatural and not. The divulging of who was actually in trouble and who they were related to, however, had Daryl walking on a tight rope while trying to track down whatever leads he could.

[ooc: kidnapping plot I was supposed to put log up for last week. Sorry for the late!]

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[reticence]

Faolan looks up from where he sits behind his desk, more than a little shocked to have Daryl knocking quietly on his door of all people. He hadn't exactly left things on a good note with the other man when last he had stepped into his office. He hadn't exactly knocked quietly upon entering that time either.

"Daryl," he says, sounding just about as surprised as he is before he pushes back from his desk. "Of course, I. You can sit, if you like." He gestures to the chair across from him, although he's fairly certain the other man will stand regardless. They're not exactly back on good terms, after all.

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl didn't move from his spot against the door frame. He was fine where he was.

"Won't be long," he started, just to assure Faolan that no, things had not changed significantly since the last time they'd spoken. And that he didn't need to sit. "Need to know if you recognize a name. Lucius Vonnor."

[reticence]

Faolan nods. He'd figured as much. That Daryl wasn't going to be here to make peace. He can't say that he blames him, all things considered.

He raises an eyebrow at the name. "Lucius Vonnor?" he repeats, before shaking his head. "Can't say that I do. What about him?" He wants to ask what the man has done, but that's probably assuming too much.

[dirtyredneck]

That was disappointing. But it wasn't like Daryl's hopes had been riding on it. To the question he gave a shrug, a thumb straying to his mouth unconsciously, "It might be the name of a guy that pulled a kidnapping a few days back. Ain't sure if it's the right one or not. Vampire."

During those three days of everyone watching their assess because the Islington leader was a real bitch and a half.

[reticence]

Faolan raises his eyebrows at the explanation. If the name had been anyone of any real importance, he would have heard of it, but he honestly doesn't think he can place it.

"Sorry, don't know that I recognize the name," he apologizes. "Who else is involved, then? And what would suggest that it's a kidnapping, rather than..." He trails off, but they both know the other potentials. "Has there been a ransom requested?" He's never heard of such a thing happening before but he supposes there's a first time for everything, after all.

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl shook his head, keeping his answer to a simple "Yeah". He'd been contacted privately rather than through the request board by one of the non-hunter members of Hillingdon. With the particulars of who the family was, he wasn't surprised the job didn't get shopped around enough for the rest of the house to get wind of it. Hell, with who was involved, Daryl expected he was probably not the first choice. But he had no way of really knowing for sure.

"Rest of the answers I've been asked to keep as private as possible. But if you hear anything on that name, let me know."

[reticence]

Faolan makes a low 'hmm' in the back of his throat, but he nods in response to the other man's request. It bothers him, being kept in the dark like this. He wonders whether Daryl would have told him if they had not had their falling out, over his position in the Night Council. Though he supposes it's better that the other man is talking to him now at least.

He shifts awkwardly in his seat, biting his lip for a moment before speaking up. "Let me know if you need anything else, yeah?" He doesn't know how much help he'll be on the information, but he can organize supplies, manpower, you name it. He recognizes that he's got a lot that he owes him -- that he owes all of them really.

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl hesitates before giving a nod and standing straight again, pushing himself off the doorframe, "Sure."

A quick jerk of his chin upward was his only goodbye before the turned and left the office. He still wasn't comfortable with Faolan's lack of action to pick a side, but in the last month since it came out, it hadn't seemed to affect anything major. Yet.

[reticence]

Faolan frowns as he watches the other man leave, but once again, he doesn't move to stop him. He supposes that he's getting somewhere considering there haven't been any doors slammed in his face this time, which is always a good sign. He knows that things will take time until the rest of the organization warms up to the fact that yes, he's a Guardian. But Hillingdon is and always will remain his top priority. That yes, he's rather selfishly not stepping down, but that's because he believes he can do good for the organization.

If they'll just give him a chance to prove himself to them, perhaps... With a sigh, Faolan turns back to the paperwork in front of him.