Who Wants To Be A Double Agent - RPLOG
Participants
Date
4/8/480
Log
It is a quiet evening in the small, empty park Fenris has been called to visit. There is a small pool of water, where a young, black-furred panthress seems to be relaxing atop a mossy rock. She's dressed in her usual red-and-gold armor, her tail swaying behind her, as she waits for the tiger to arrive... Or not. "Miss Silkenfur," Fenris says pleasantly as he saunters up to the bench, "What a pleasant surprise. I sort of anticipated the brute squad." It is worth noting, that along with his informal dock hand clothing, the big tiger is wearing an absurdly large helmet. "Last time I was called to an evening tete-a-tete it was a little more literal than I liked," he says, pointing at the helmet. "Relax. We both know who I work for. And... We both know who -you- work for, mister Fenris," the she-cat offers with a smile from under her mask, a flick of the tail. "I trust that this meeting is still clandestine? Should any of your fellows be following, ours will, of course, make sure they tell no tales," the she-cat offers, as she leans back against the rock. Fenris rolls his eyes. "I've been around the block a time or twelve," he says, "Literally and figuratively. I'm alone. I am hoping that you are not here to tie me up and take me on another trip. The food was nice, but the transportation was lacking. And your concierge service could use some work. Tall dark and broody is a terrible host." The big tiger folds his arms, leaving the ridiculous helmet in place for now. "You are here because I have a... Proposition," the she-cat offers with a smile on her lips. "I believe you have heard of one miss Snowfeather?" she offers, as she slides a sketch over... Definitely Snowfeather, though the sketch doesn't reveal much more than her face. Fenris raises an eyebrow at the drawing. "I may have heard the name," Fenris admits, "Part of the Cliffside delegation to the Promise Fair. I understand that she has become something of a celebrity in Cliffside. Utterly meteoric rise to power. Things like that." "I think you know her a little better than you let on, and a little less well than you might like," the panthress offers, tail still swaying behind her. "You see... The Spyguard network may be expansive, but ours has one advantage that yours is lacking," she continues, before shaking her head again. "A killer retirement plan?" Fenris offers amiably, "Sorry, I'll pass. I quite like my current job. Besides, pretty sure my tail is too short to qualify for top benefits with your company." The tiger picks at his teeth idly with a nail. "What is this proposition?" he asks, "I'll warn you ahead of time, I don't do blind dates. So I won't be buying her dinner." "Loyalty, mister Fenris. The family provides, and the family can take away. Our network knows this well, and unlike yours, they do not provide misinformation, even when pressured," the she-cat rumbles with a smile on her lips. "We can provide you, personally, with information on the movements of Snowfeather and other... Persons of interests. Of course, quid-pro-quo..." "Other. . . " Fenris starts, then catches himself. He really does not want to be interested in anything that Katrina Longtail has to say, especially knowing what he knows about her. And hoping that she does not know what he suspects to be true. "And what sort of Squid Pogo would you expect from me?" he asks, "I do pretty good at parties. I've written a few new songs and picked up a couple of magic tricks. I can give you a discount, I guess." "Something of equal or greater value, mister Fenris. I won't ask you to stab the king, but a certain amount of... Disloyalty, in exchange for information that could very well save his life and his kingdom does not sound -too- bad, does it not?"
"Besides, I am sure you have plenty of colleagues who'd be interested in a spot in the limelight, if you aren't. You understand, of course, that if you accept this proposal, you will be keeping it a secret... For our safety, and... For your own. Not even Sirus can know." Fenris rolls his eyes, though the huge helmet spoils some of the effect. "So you are offering undisclosed information for an undisclosed service," he says and shakes his head, "Nope. I am going to need a show of good faith first. Keeping a secret from Sirus is no problem, but I need something better than a vague promise of things to come." "How about this?" the she-cat offers with a smile on her lips, holding up a curious, creator steel plate... "You may have heard about the raid in the Shanties... Technologists, the lot of them... Certainly something you and your... Order might be interested in, no?"
"Of course, if you don't want it."
"You will receive your orders from our side through dead drops. You are free to leave your own in their place, and we will, within reason, supply you with the necessary information." Fenris snorts at the sight of the plate. "Maybe," he says, "But if I had heard about it, I might be inclined to say you took away the least interesting thing on the scene."
He considers for a moment, then shrugs. "Fine," he says, "I'll play, but only for as long as you keep it interesting." "I'm sure you would. Then again, you -are- closer with the church than I am," the panthress offers with a smile on her lips. You will be informed of the first drop once we decide on a task. Think carefully about your requests, mister Fenris. Unlike that," she states, gesturing at the plate, "do not expect payment up-front. The faster you complete your assignments, the faster you will have the information you desire. And remember. No-one must know... We -will- find out if you're compromised." Fenris shakes his head and takes the plate, turning it over in his hands. "Burned out, of course," he says with a sigh, "But fine. Please don't look for me at your dead drop. I will never pick it up myself. You don't need to worry about Sirus learning anything from me." The tiger has managed to successfully keep secrets from the fox since he was inducted into the Spyguard. What else was new. "Was there anything else? Or can I go get this helmet off?" "I believe that will be all, for now. Although... The Lady did tell me to send her thanks with regards to helping me recover her family-heirlooms," the panthress offers, tail swaying behind her as she rises to her feet. "Hanging around a dead-drop defeats the purpose, mister Fenris. As does sending another... Disguises, on the other hand," she adds, offering a smile that can only be described as knowing. "Have a pleasant evening, mister Fenris." Fenris does not reply. What do you say to that sort of thing? And this whole debacle was hardly a request, or a friendly offer. If he had said no, one of the six or seven crossbowmen he had seen stationed around the park would no doubt have taken care of the 'problem' long before he could report anything to Sirus. This way, at least, he could tell himself that he was at least keeping an eye on the Longtails. The tiger saunters slowly through the park, trying to stay relaxed as possible. Which is difficult when you have been found out for faking the death of an alias. He had best make a visit to Ash Dustcloak's grave and see what he could see. "Good lad. Again, have a pleasant evening. You will know when and where to find your next assignments when they are ready," Katrina offers, before heading off in the opposite direction, tail swaying behind her...
