Investigating a Missing Fae in Two Parts

[constantprisoner]

[Part 1 - Sirius and Evie]

He'd started at the shop. Seemed like the most obvious place. Trying to see if he could smell anything or find any leads as to why this Fae was gone. Not left, just gone. It definitely seemed odd, and weird things with Fae seemed to be happening all over, or at least, more than usual. 

To continue with unusual things, Sirius was keeping to human form. Typically, he kept to his dog form for stuff like this. It was normal for a dog to go around sniffing things, not so much for a human. But he figured this was safer in case he needed to talk his way out of a situation, or needed to dig for more information. 

Finding a promising smell, he followed it, making his way down the street until he found a park. He paused on the edge of it, seemingly appraising the dinosaur structures and glad that no one was using the park. Though he got the feeling he wasn't entirely alone.

[Part 2 - Reporting back to Eames.]

After the successful interrogation of the imp, it was time to report back to Eames.

"So, uh, do you want to take the lead on this or shall I?" Sirius asks.

Comments

[freelife]

The fae had last been seen in the park, which was where Evie was going to start. She'd arrived in the park, keeping her nose peeled for any scent of fae. The trouble was that Nemed's scent had faded some, and there were always new visitors to the park.

Frowning slightly, she kept to the shadows, getting the lay of the land.

Which, funny. Some shifter seemed to be doing the same- she could smell him.

Taking a step out of the shadow of a tree, Evie raised a hand in greeting. "Good afternoon for a trip to the park, isn't it?"

[falsify]

He could have the two of them at his house, he has a lovely office for this sort of thing (and a delightful dog,) but too many people knows where he lives as it is.

There's a nice club in Bromley though, somewhere that looks more like a dance hall from New York in the 40s than modern London, but there's private booths upstairs and the drinks are very good. Eames occupies one upstairs and someone will show Sirius to it if he asks, casually flirting with one of the women who work here while he waits. A fae whose skin glitters when the light catches it just right, for the curious, and she'll ask for any drink orders and leave once it's obviously time for business.