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Finnick Odair ([personal profile] thelittlemerman) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2017-04-20 07:47 am

the search for mrs lotus

It's after careful deliberation that Finnick decides he's going to track down the well-known Seelie fae Mrs. Lotus. He hopes he can find her along with the rest of the kidnapped fae and cut off that source of Daybreak's power before it's too late, but it's going to take some investigation...

    His first stop is Pins and Needles. When he first arrives he can feel the iron deadbolt on the front door, and he decides to forego trying to get in during the daylight. Instead he pops in to the nearby shops to ask about it, see if they know anything about her sudden departure. There are a few interesting pieces of information but ultimately Finnick knows he'll have to get into the shop, so he finds the nearest place to get coffee and just watches. Stays there for a few hours and then finds somewhere else to loiter around. If witches are coming and going he'll know.

    When night falls, Finnick leaves temporarily to prepare himself, and when he comes back it's in the early hours of morning when even the busiest London streets have reached their quietest. He'd cut a very suspicious figure if anyone actually saw him, dressed in black and armed with a trident of all things, and even more so if they saw the way he stalks around the building trying to detect magical traps before he finally smashes a window and slips into the store. He's in there almost an hour, rummaging around and trying to sniff out any magical traces left behind by her kidnappers.

    Mrs. Lotus' friends and colleagues aren't Finnick's standard fare as far as socializing goes, but he knows his way around a conversation well enough so he starts to seek out anyone that had anything to do with her before she disappeared. A quick smile tends to get all the information he can glean from her friends, but it tends to tire him out and anyone who happened to be following him throughout this process would see him locate the nearest semi-private spot and collapse a little in exhaustion. It's usually the quiet corner of a coffee shop or an out-of-the-way park bench; ironically, pretending to be in a good mood takes the actual good mood right out of him.

APRIL 12-15//OTA
    The hunt for Daisy Connell is a different sort of beast. He's not a man who knows a lot about reconnaissance, but Finnick's been a paranoid individual long enough that he knows how not to get caught by his mark. He's not likely to be distracted as he watches her movements over the course of a few days, so anyone who comes across him is likely to be met with a cold shoulder.

    It takes him a little while to decide to tell Eames. It's only when he's considered all his options and decided they're all very dangerous without help that he determines he should, and he's nervous that even though he has all the puzzle pieces to put together Eames won't be interested at all. The Lord of Autumn has been fighting his own battle, a different one, and even though Finnick thinks that freeing the fae would help he's not sure Eames wants to dedicate any resources to it right now.

    Still, he's going to ask, and that's what brings him to Eames' door just a few days before the grand opening of Samantha's Innovation Centre. He knocks hastily and can't help but glance over his shoulder as he waits for Eames to answer the door.

[as always give me a shout if there's any questions/concerns or if you'd like a specific interaction that you don't see a prompt for above!]
bellbound: (this cat is curious)

11th April

[personal profile] bellbound 2017-04-21 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a park bench that Mogget sees the Seelie fae collapse on and that's enough to stir his curiosity. He's seen this fae before. He's a long way from Seelie territory, so what is he doing here?

"Long day?" The cat jumps up on the bench next to Finnick, tilting his head. "Now what was your name...?"

If he's exhausted enough, he'll be a prime target for Circle Daybreak but capturing fae is much easier when their names are known.
bellbound: (better than you)

[personal profile] bellbound 2017-04-21 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"I could," Mogget acknowledges, but exhausted fae might be more likely to let slip an answer they later regret. "You're taking up a perfectly good spot for the homeless. They didn't cast you out, did they?"

He looks just pissed off enough that it might be that, though Mogget supposes his own presence could incite that same reaction.
bellbound: (bound & belled)

[personal profile] bellbound 2017-04-22 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"So why are you here? Under orders? Or trying to get away from it all?"

Mogget's eyes are sharp and he can hear the resignation in the other fae's voice. Something is going on.
bellbound: (mogget - i do as i please)

[personal profile] bellbound 2017-04-23 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Mogget's eyes narrow. No, he can't, and he doesn't much appreciate this Seelie reminding him of that.

"Hmm," is all he says however before settling down to groom himself, apparently ignoring Finnick altogether.

It seems he won't get answers. So he will merely sit and observe.
bellbound: (bound & belled)

[personal profile] bellbound 2017-04-23 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Mogget looks up from licking his shoulder. "No."

He isn't kept on the shortest of leashes, so he does have some freedom to decide how he's going to achieve his set objective for the day. And when his objective is to find fae and there's one right here, he might as well take a break right here too.
bellbound: (mogget - i do as i please)

[personal profile] bellbound 2017-04-28 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
The cat pauses, regarding Finnick with an even stare. "That's not what you asked."

He doesn't get days off. That would be fair and reasonable.
bellbound: (bound & belled)

[personal profile] bellbound 2017-04-28 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, then. He'll understand Mogget's answer. The cat resumes licking his shoulder, resting on his side with his paws sprawled out. He intends to stay here as long as Finnick does.
falsify: (pic#9304267)

[personal profile] falsify 2017-04-22 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
Well when Eames answers the door it's with that tired expression of a man who's been spending all his time Dealing With People lately, and even the most positively disposed of extroverts would feel kind of run down from that.

That, and an exciteable dog shuffling behind Eames' legs to see who's at the door. They smell good! Are they a friend?

"Finnick," Eames looks surprised if anything, and he steps aside to let him in before he asks why he's here, "come in, come in."
falsify: (pic#9304220)

[personal profile] falsify 2017-04-22 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Boxer seems fascinated by Finnick, (he always is by fae,) but makes no moves to leap at him or anything. He does look a little expectant, tail wagging as he looks up at Finnick and then to Eames as if asking for an explanation as to why this man isn't petting him. People always pet him when they come over?

Eames, on the other hand, frowns a little and closes the door. Gesturing for Finnick to follow him through to the kitchen. "What's happened?"
falsify: (pic#9304272)

[personal profile] falsify 2017-04-23 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Well if ever there was an ominous closing statement.

Eames frowns as he listens, he's still waiting for news on Nemed but if Finnick's found him (and more) by chance then that might be enough to make a move.

"Where are they?"
falsify: (pic#9304242)

[personal profile] falsify 2017-04-23 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course they are. Of fucking course.

Eames had been leading the way to the table, but at the news he immediately doubles back on himself to go to the cupboard and take out a bottle of gin instead. Because that's the turn this day is taking.

"Any other good news?"
falsify: (pic#9304208)

[personal profile] falsify 2017-04-23 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Eames pulls down a glass and pours himself a drink, gesturing with the bottle in a silent question as to whether he wants any too.

"There's an opening for the centre this week," Eames says, fingers tapping on his glass as he thinks about what he's said, "I was planning to sneak in anyway, but I don't know how much I'll be able to do or see."
falsify: (pic#1377515)

[personal profile] falsify 2017-04-24 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Well then. He pours a drink for Finnick too and brings them both to the table.

(Boxer, for his part, has a toy in his mouth that he's brought over and is standing by Finnick with a slightly expectant look on his face.)

"I'll see what I can spot," he says, "at the very least I'll have a vague idea what it's like in there."
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-04-24 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Probably not," Eames says flippantly as he watches Boxer go still for a moment (save his tail swooshing in curiosity) and then tentatively pull on the toy. People usually go straight for it and he's not sure what this means. Does Finnick not know how to play?

Eames lifts his eyes from the dog to Finnick, a lazy shrug of his shoulder all the emotion he has in him at this moment. "I'll bring someone to watch my back. A mortal."
falsify: (pic#9304237)

[personal profile] falsify 2017-04-27 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Eames watches this toy situation for a moment, valiantly resisting the urge to laugh at the way Finnick pulls on the toy. Boxer at least seems to be placated by it, tugging back like he's testing Finnick's strength.

"We'll figure it out once we have a better idea of what we're dealing with," he says, looking back up at Finnick's face. He sympathises with the desire to do something right now, but it's not like he's been sitting idle for this past month.
falsify: (I was with your girlfriend last night)

[personal profile] falsify 2017-04-27 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just... Keep yourself safe," he says, "I'm not sure there's much else anyone can do for the next week or so."

You know, except run headlong into danger and get themselves caught, and Eames thinks they'd both prefer if that didn't happen.
falsify: (pic#9304237)

[personal profile] falsify 2017-05-05 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"That makes two of us," a sad statement he punctuates by topping up their drinks. "But sometimes it's the best move."
roddy_reinigen: (Full Rat - Looking)

Aug 8th

[personal profile] roddy_reinigen 2017-04-22 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
It's that quiet that makes Roddy feel relatively safe running around in his fuzzy form. There are times he needs to get out and let loose with all his feral rodent...scavenging. Of course, even when letting his rat instincts run wild, a man with a trident breaking into a closed shop is more than enough to draw his attention away from his current activities. Scurrying over to the window and climbing up onto the windowsill, Roddy carefully leaned over the broken glass, peering within the shop and sniffing to try and figure out what the strange fae was doing.
roddy_reinigen: (Full Rat - Looking)

[personal profile] roddy_reinigen 2017-04-23 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
If it wasn't for the trident, Roddy would think this guy was just looking for any cash he could steal. With the trident...well, Roddy felt like that would be way too mundane for this guy. He knew this was a bad idea. This was, most likely, fae business, and any sane shapeshifter should not get tied up with fae business.

And yet, here he was, carefully climbing over the glass, gauging a safe spot to jump down, before making the leap and quietly scurrying closer.
roddy_reinigen: (Nervous)

[personal profile] roddy_reinigen 2017-04-23 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Roddy let out a surprised squeak. This was definitely a bad life decision. Not wanting to anger the mystery fae any more than he probably already had, Roddy shifted back. He wanted to make it abundantly clear that he wasn't hiding, after all. And so there, on the middle of the shop floor, was Roddy, naked and curled up, trying to cover himself as much as he could with his hands.

"Uh...sorry. I can't shift with clothes."
Edited 2017-04-25 20:16 (UTC)
roddy_reinigen: (Scared)

[personal profile] roddy_reinigen 2017-04-27 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"I..." Well, this was...awkward. He didn't really have much of a reason. "Saw a guy with a trident breaking a window and wanted to see what was going one?"

Terrible reasoning, and an even worse idea, but it was the truth. He hoped that would be enough to get this guy to stop pointing a trident at him.

"I didn't really think it through."
roddy_reinigen: (Full Rat - Looking)

[personal profile] roddy_reinigen 2017-05-05 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
Not wanting to argue, Roddy simply nodded before shifting back and scampering away. When he reached the glass, he moved more carefully, but then proceeded to climb up to the windowsill. He gave one final glance back before hopping out the window.