The train pulled into the London station three minutes early, according to the large gothic-styled bell tower clock protruding from the station's roof. 9:57 pm. Demetri pulled out his watch and synced his time with that of London's. Even this late, people were hurrying on and off trains, a blur of moving coats and jackets, the neutral brown tones blending in with the brighter tones of the well-to-do. All these people, running to run somewhere else. Demetri shook his head, doesn't all that running around get tiring? London was even busier than when he'd left it, with chimney stacks from factories billowing black smoke even at this hour darkening the already sooty sky. He internally sighed. Makes me wonder why I missed this place.
Dong! The abbey bells chimed in with those of the stations. 10 pm. He looked up to the tall church looming over the other buildings. Yes...that's why I missed London. He thought, thinking of a time that once was...
He raised his hand to hail a taxi.
"Three to the police station please."

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The Police entrance was rather dull and business like, one waiting room with an officer at the desk who looked rather bored an uninterested, until Larséne got his attention, that was. Pretending to be oblivious to her mischievousness as always, Demetri inquired the desk-sitter to call for a female officer to escort them to the dorms. The officer, quite shaken up and embarrassed, the 'Inspector Slater' they weren't allowed to talk about was in town. He mumbled nervously some sort of acknowledgement, and dialed a number in his phone. Demetri was at ease, the Constable would be long gone home by now.
"Oh, and would you mind keeping my being here quiet? I don't want to step on any toes." Demetri knew this statement would do nothing, but hey, he tried. Soon after a tall, very serious looking female officer with short hair entered the room and nodded professionally.
"Good evening, Inspector Slater. I'm Officer Veronica Jules, pleased to make your acquaintance." Stiff, reminding Demetri of the time Larséne 'accidentally' added to much starch to the wash back when he had first summoned her. A lackey of the constable, no doubt, clean as a whistle and perfect in operation, but secretly calculating their way to the top.
"Likewise," Demetri said, tipping his cap,"This is Ms. Minerva Darling. She'll also be needing a place to stay tonight." he motioned to Minerva, who had been standing quietly avoiding attention this whole time. No doubt Jules's demeanor was intimidating the girl, though Jules certainly wasn't accommodating for.
"We'll find her an empty room for the night, and a guard for her door if she's an at risk. Please follow me inside." Jules stated matter-of-factly. Ugh, never use police slang in front of a non-enforcer. He sighed internally again. People like this made him miss Welchpool. They followed Jules inside.

Inside the police station was all bustle and chatter, one person asking someone for something, people taking calls on the phone, hurried folk running this way and that with papers or evidence. Crime in London never slept, and the night's robberies and muggings were pouring in like dirty water down a drain after a heavy summer storm. He was much happier once they passed the general offices into the hallways that ran by the laboratories and alchemical study areas. Scientists and alchemists in white lab coats with smaller-level summons helping out with spells and lab tests. He noticed a few waved at Larséne or peeked their heads through the glass windows to say hello. He also noticed that many more cringed in fear and hid under tables or behind their masters or simply went invisible. He let loose the tiniest of smiles. Larséne's...reputation with other demons and summons could be quite amusing. Veronica Jules seemed discomforted by this show of acknowledgement from the creatures working here, though she was desperately trying to hide it.
"Before we head to the dorms, would you like to stop by the mess? I'm sure you must be hungry after your long trip." They'd eaten dinner at 8, but Officer Jules was assuming they'd ridden economy class, where no meals were served. Assumptions always made Demetri laugh, for they were almost always wrong. He began to decline the offer, when something occurred to him.
"I wouldn't mind a little something to eat." He said, other ideas on his mind. It wouldn't be a bad idea to go anyways, as Minerva hadn't eaten very much on the train.
"This way then, please," She said, maintaining her professionalism, only the slightest hints in her face that she had become unnerved by Larséne. These were the moments Larséne usually liked the best, the moments before...
"Larséne...remember the candy stores tomorrow...I'll even be willing to raise the usual budget..." Demetri liked to remain in good standing with anyone who's assistance he currently needed, despite personal feelings. And Minerva was still here, no need to bother her with any more until they investigated her living quarters the next day.

The cafeteria was all a bustle, with night shift officers eating a late dinner, as well as the few wardens and other necessary staff that stayed days at a time, and a few guests in situations like Minerva Darlings. It was rather quiet for the amount of people, with smaller groups making most of the chatter.

"Officer Jules, will you please show Minerva around the cafeteria? I believe I can handle myself. I'll meet you at that table when I've gotten my food." She nodded affirmation, if a little reluctantly, and led Minerva to the main food line. Demetri wandered over the small salad bar and secured himself a roll out of the bread basket, which he promptly cut and buttered with the knife in the nearby butter bowl.
"Bread's always delicious, you can't beat bread any day." he said, mostly to himself. He motioned for
Larséne to come closer. "As you've undoubtedly noticed, I don't like this Jules, and neither do you. Leaving Ms. Darling in her care is probably a bad idea, but I doubt Ms. Darling would know to run without being told to. See that girl over there?" He pointed to a female officer who had just dropped her lunch and was trying to help clean it up as a kitchen worker was trying to fix the mess. She was all apologies, and seemed very clumsy. "I'm so sorry! I'm just so clumsy, oh, I'm sorry!" she was saying, over and over. The kitchen worker seemed more annoyed with the constant apologies than anything and kept trying to shoo her away.
"She's probably around 25, a few years older than Ms. Darling. Fresh out of Police Academy, naiive, new to the force and probably never had to shoot a gun at a person before. I think we should have her take care of Ms. Darling while we're not around." An unusual call for a veteran Inspector to make. If that Inspector wasn't Demetri, anyways.
"Judging by the relative ages and groups of the people here, it looks like she graduated at an odd time, or joined under unusual circumstances, so she's the only newbie of her group. She's probably still staying in the dorms here. Ms. Darling can stay the night with her, and then be escorted home with her, and stay under watch for a week or two. Check that out." Demetri said, pointing to the girl's eyes as she clumsily dropped her tinted glasses."Bright Green eyes, she's got at least moderate level alchemy. Looks like she doesn't want anyone to know, though. Not an inventor, so not likely to get kidnapped, not even a trained alchemist, but probably with just enough control to be useful."


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