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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[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.