#kc_necropolis

"I just need to leave a message for someone. Perhaps there is a pay phone available?"

he points "Right there"

He nods, digs for change, and phones the house; he leaves a message on voicemail with what he's learned (appropriately worded). ".... I'm on my way back now. Hope to see you there, Dearest." And he's out the door and heading for a nice brisk walk of several blocks.

HE walks, and no one follows, no dangers come after him. It's... actually anti climatic

It's just fine, actually.... He ambles along, pokes into a few shops randomly, buys a street-vendor hot dog, and eventually finds another phone to call an Uber.

An Uber picks him up, the road runner pooka driver grins at him, "YOu ready to RIIIIIDEE?"

"Ah. Actually, no, sorry to trouble you. I've decided on other plans." He finds a $20. "For your trouble, sorry about that."

"Meep Meep" He takes the twenty and races off, the car peeling out.

Well, tonight is odd.

Muttering to himself, he keeps walking.

In the distance, he sees a sidhe on patrol, that Morthwyl fellow, no doubt hunting dark Chimera

what is it with tonight? what are the odds?

William is now on high alert; not paranoid (yet) but hyper aware of who and what is around him.

OOC: he trying to hide or avoid said sidhe?

OOC He's considering getting home via the sewers....

OOC Avoid them, yes. Avoid ALL other Fae, right now, and kicking himself for the DUMB idea of getting in a cab with a boggan.

BIC: An 18 wheeler passes by and for a moment he's wondering 1) Why would onee come into this neighborhood, and 2) Does it have a troll in it? It passes.

He steams quickly as he walks, hands in pockets and head down, but ears perked.

The sidhe moves in another way, thank goodness. And then a voice , a childlings calls out, "You lost? " Snapper the Redcap

He recognizes the voice and looks around. "No. Are you?"

"Nope. Just following the magic." He says finally.

"Magic?"

"Yup. You sooth the say much ? "

"I have, in my time. Something's afoot?"

"Yup. Chance is all higgly de piggilty here. Some amatueur "The boy not yet a wilder says it with disdain "Screwed around with luck. Drawing all sorts of fae here, all with transport." he taps his bike,"I rode it out to get to the center of it."

"Well, isn't that... -wonderful-...." Darkly.

"What seems to be at the center, then?"

The redcap sniffs him, "I think it's on you. why would you do that?"

The old boggan growls quietly. "Deeee....lightful. Damn it."

Snapper grins "You put your foot in something, didn'tcha? Bogggans are always doing that. You might want to step aside...satyr motorcycle gang."

"Oh shit." And with that, he does indeed duck inside... something.

And sure enough, five bikers, satyrs all, ride past blaring and getting far too close to the sidewalkk. Snapper moved aside as well, with the bushes and a bench providing them some thing of an island.

OOC Trying to brain, to undo a cantrip cast on oneself.... use banality?

"I didn't think there were that many satyrs in the whole city." He says "Neat. Maybe a redcap Max Fury vehicle will run you over? That woudl be AWESOME."

OOC: Sure, roll your banality 🙂

He pins the boy with a look. "Watch carefully, see if you can follow this..."

OOC 2sux

For a moment there's just some kid in front of him. He's just a tired old man with business dealings and...well, there's an anger, perhaps best forgotten, but then there's that nice younger woman, CC, and there are things about her that...then he revives. Slow and easy.

"Geez, you should be careful you dork, you could undo yourself!"

Snapper's harshwords don't hide he actually seemed concerned.

He shrugs a shoulder, easing some tension. "I dislike doing that."

"No kidding." He looks him over, "I think." A sniff, "yeah, it's gone. You need glamour? I got some. It'll probably taste like blood, but it'll keep you going. "

"Hmmph. I don't think so, but... your offer is gratefully received. I should be settled in soon."

"Fine by me, no skin off my face," He shrugs. "You should have fewer weird encounters with fae and transport."

"Hmm." He nods. "Come by the club sometime during the day, young man. Perhaps I'll have an odd job for you."

"Maybe" He shrugs "See you around, Mister CC. If you're tired of walking, try an uber or bus or something. This time less likely to have a fae." He rides off.

The boggan scrubs his face, swallowing a snarl that would even do a redcap proud, and marches on, heading for the Necropolis Arms Hotel. "Bloody bloody hell."

His phone rings.

OOC at the hotel?

OOC or cell phone?