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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>It is a warm, clear afternoon in the sparkling streets of the castle district. A sleek, black panther dressed in modest finery is leaning against the wall of the Solacious compound wearing a red poppy in the buttonhole of his shirt. That must be the contact. Looks like the same guy from last time.<br> <br>Lothar walks down the street slowly and purposefully, the skunks once long hair cut short into a bob almost and free of trinkets and such. His cloak pulled tightly around him, he looks rather like a proper noble that wouldn't draw attention in a location such as this! After all, the Solacious hire plenty of Blackback tutors for battle magics and the such, not even to mention for children with specialized learning conditions. Upon seeing the contact though, the skunk moves over a little bit and dips his head to the man, smiling pleasently from under his hood. <br> <br>Thelergramor would, ironically, just finish up a shift guarding that door that the unit is so fond of in the manor... Wearing dark clothes, but nothing that stands out too badly. Aside from the hood and large assortment of weapons and tools... Heads outside to meet the contact. Wants to keep an eye on the thievery; keep it from getting out of hand. And inform to his superiors later. Maybe. Glances between the skunk and panther, says: "Hey, how's it going?"<br> <br>Noosha skulks along behind the gang, clad in drab greys that really only serve to highlight her bright pink fur and lavender ruff. Around her waist is a belt full of some of her favorite 'tools'--shivs, lockpicks, a couple strange pouches, what have you--and she carries a long crowbar by the crook as if it were a cane. Those golden eyes glimmer as she spots her favorite mark--er, good friend Thel!--and she shuffles through the mass of knees and legs, appearing amidst everyone. She squints warily at the panther--she always hated working with contacts; they just represented another liability, another link in the chain to weaken--and flashes a pointy smile that doesn't exactly suggest friendly trust of this stranger...<br> <br>Shliek steps out of a shadowed alley with a grey cloak covering most of his body. His small frame melds well with his surrounding as he approaches, keeping a keen eye on the others nearby. <br> <br>Kaelli was, quite simply, BORED! As such, when the note of inquiry slithered through the city's seedier sections, the tigress decided that it might be fun. Her attire for the occasion consisted of a long traveling cloak that conceals her leather armour and weaponry; each item carefully tailored to a darkened finish and secured should stealth be on the event schedule. Mismatched eyes scan the area and settle upon faces both familiar and otherwise as the feline notes the contact and those already clustered nearby. A little smiles curves the woman's lips and she shakes her head faintly as she approaches.<br> <br>Semran having spent most of her day coopes up in the diseased pig drinking. The wolfess more or less jumped at the chance to do a little work, and perhaps earn a nice bundle of coins. So she gathered up her stuff, and swiftly made her way out the door to meet up with the others<br> <br>The panther nods at the motley gathering. He pulls a small box from within his voluminous coat and opens it. Inside are a number of exquisitely cut soul gems. "Glass," he grunts handing the box off to Lothar, since he is closest. "The genuine articles are over there," he says, nodding across the square at the Blackback Manor, "Seven rare soul gems being kept on display in the Manor's grand foyer." He points at the box he gave to Lothar with a gloved hand. "Replace the gems with these fakes and bring the real ones to me," the panther hefts a bag that jingles with the weight of coin, "I'll have your pay ready. I don't much care how you do it, so long as it get's done. Any questions?"<br> <br>Lothar blinks slowly as he looks at the box, before he looks at the manor, and then back to the contact. He wanted him to steal from the blacbacks? The young noble skunk just sort of stood there for a moment in thought as he pursed his lips for a moment with contemplation. This was his family that they wanted to steal from, and beyond that a key -legacy- of his family! He knew he should have felt more turning him against this, but with the group here, and some attempts at justification for it the skunk holds the box close as he clears his throat. "Yeah, sure." And with that turns on his foot and steps slightly away from the group as he awaits the others, before tugging up a short little mask over his muzzle.<br> <br>Thelergramor glances around at the group, pondering... yep. Knows most of them. Might need to keep quiet about this then, doesn't want to screw them over. "Yeah, you sure there're seven? Any idea on the layout or... I've never been in there. Bah, I'll figure it out." Rubbing at his muzzle, in kind of a moral quandary for a few seconds... And gets over it. Seeing Lothar don a mask, The wolf tugs on his hood, makes sure his prosthetic leg is covered, and awaits an answer to his question, while glancing around for anyone who'd recognize him. Aside from those gathered...<br> <br>A tiny scowl erases Noosha's toothy smile. She was a little wary of ths plan. |
| + | "This one has many questions, yes. You know where they are, why do you not do it yourself? If you wish this job to succeed, what are we up against, where is the floorplan, what are the directions? Fate cares not if one lives or dies, and so this one does not trust fate to provide. And..." she squeaks accusingly, whirling about to stare down Lothar, "how does this one know you are not a turncoat, Skunk?" My! Such a big mouth for such a little Hyena.<br> <br>Shliek narrows his eyes and stays a few feet back from the rest. He remains silent, sizing up the rest of these beings he will sopon be working with. <br> <br>Theft of soul gems? Well, that felt uniquely dishonest.. Still, it wouldn't do to let any skills fall into disuse, now would it? The tigress maintains a pleasant expression as the thoughts tumble about and when she reaches a decision on the matter, the only change is that her smile increases a sliver. Stepping up beside Thelergramor, the feline gives a little hip bump to the side to nudge the wolf as she notes his concealment measures. "We always seem to meet in such unusual circumstances," she comments in a relaxed and conversational tone. Seeing that the miniature hyena has things quite well covered on the question front, Kaelli simply watched the panther closely.<br> <br>Semran glances between the two of the group she knows namely Thelergramor, and Lothar. She does this for just a moment before focusing on the panthers words. She rubs her chin, and let's out a slightly dissapointed sigh. As she had been hoping for a job that sounds a little more exciting than stealing a few soul gems. But she then shrugs off her dissapointment. After all a paying job is a paying job. "Sooooooo how much would we be getting paid for this should we pull the job off?" She says while for the most part ignoring the pint sized hyena. As she turns her focus to Thel, and his feline friend. "Well well wellif it isn't the flirtatious wolf from the Inn." She says with a faint grin. | ||
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Log
It is a warm, clear afternoon in the sparkling streets of the castle district. A sleek, black panther dressed in modest finery is leaning against the wall of the Solacious compound wearing a red poppy in the buttonhole of his shirt. That must be the contact. Looks like the same guy from last time.
Lothar walks down the street slowly and purposefully, the skunks once long hair cut short into a bob almost and free of trinkets and such. His cloak pulled tightly around him, he looks rather like a proper noble that wouldn't draw attention in a location such as this! After all, the Solacious hire plenty of Blackback tutors for battle magics and the such, not even to mention for children with specialized learning conditions. Upon seeing the contact though, the skunk moves over a little bit and dips his head to the man, smiling pleasently from under his hood.
Thelergramor would, ironically, just finish up a shift guarding that door that the unit is so fond of in the manor... Wearing dark clothes, but nothing that stands out too badly. Aside from the hood and large assortment of weapons and tools... Heads outside to meet the contact. Wants to keep an eye on the thievery; keep it from getting out of hand. And inform to his superiors later. Maybe. Glances between the skunk and panther, says: "Hey, how's it going?"
Noosha skulks along behind the gang, clad in drab greys that really only serve to highlight her bright pink fur and lavender ruff. Around her waist is a belt full of some of her favorite 'tools'--shivs, lockpicks, a couple strange pouches, what have you--and she carries a long crowbar by the crook as if it were a cane. Those golden eyes glimmer as she spots her favorite mark--er, good friend Thel!--and she shuffles through the mass of knees and legs, appearing amidst everyone. She squints warily at the panther--she always hated working with contacts; they just represented another liability, another link in the chain to weaken--and flashes a pointy smile that doesn't exactly suggest friendly trust of this stranger...
Shliek steps out of a shadowed alley with a grey cloak covering most of his body. His small frame melds well with his surrounding as he approaches, keeping a keen eye on the others nearby.
Kaelli was, quite simply, BORED! As such, when the note of inquiry slithered through the city's seedier sections, the tigress decided that it might be fun. Her attire for the occasion consisted of a long traveling cloak that conceals her leather armour and weaponry; each item carefully tailored to a darkened finish and secured should stealth be on the event schedule. Mismatched eyes scan the area and settle upon faces both familiar and otherwise as the feline notes the contact and those already clustered nearby. A little smiles curves the woman's lips and she shakes her head faintly as she approaches.
Semran having spent most of her day coopes up in the diseased pig drinking. The wolfess more or less jumped at the chance to do a little work, and perhaps earn a nice bundle of coins. So she gathered up her stuff, and swiftly made her way out the door to meet up with the others
The panther nods at the motley gathering. He pulls a small box from within his voluminous coat and opens it. Inside are a number of exquisitely cut soul gems. "Glass," he grunts handing the box off to Lothar, since he is closest. "The genuine articles are over there," he says, nodding across the square at the Blackback Manor, "Seven rare soul gems being kept on display in the Manor's grand foyer." He points at the box he gave to Lothar with a gloved hand. "Replace the gems with these fakes and bring the real ones to me," the panther hefts a bag that jingles with the weight of coin, "I'll have your pay ready. I don't much care how you do it, so long as it get's done. Any questions?"
Lothar blinks slowly as he looks at the box, before he looks at the manor, and then back to the contact. He wanted him to steal from the blacbacks? The young noble skunk just sort of stood there for a moment in thought as he pursed his lips for a moment with contemplation. This was his family that they wanted to steal from, and beyond that a key -legacy- of his family! He knew he should have felt more turning him against this, but with the group here, and some attempts at justification for it the skunk holds the box close as he clears his throat. "Yeah, sure." And with that turns on his foot and steps slightly away from the group as he awaits the others, before tugging up a short little mask over his muzzle.
Thelergramor glances around at the group, pondering... yep. Knows most of them. Might need to keep quiet about this then, doesn't want to screw them over. "Yeah, you sure there're seven? Any idea on the layout or... I've never been in there. Bah, I'll figure it out." Rubbing at his muzzle, in kind of a moral quandary for a few seconds... And gets over it. Seeing Lothar don a mask, The wolf tugs on his hood, makes sure his prosthetic leg is covered, and awaits an answer to his question, while glancing around for anyone who'd recognize him. Aside from those gathered...
A tiny scowl erases Noosha's toothy smile. She was a little wary of ths plan.
"This one has many questions, yes. You know where they are, why do you not do it yourself? If you wish this job to succeed, what are we up against, where is the floorplan, what are the directions? Fate cares not if one lives or dies, and so this one does not trust fate to provide. And..." she squeaks accusingly, whirling about to stare down Lothar, "how does this one know you are not a turncoat, Skunk?" My! Such a big mouth for such a little Hyena.
Shliek narrows his eyes and stays a few feet back from the rest. He remains silent, sizing up the rest of these beings he will sopon be working with.
Theft of soul gems? Well, that felt uniquely dishonest.. Still, it wouldn't do to let any skills fall into disuse, now would it? The tigress maintains a pleasant expression as the thoughts tumble about and when she reaches a decision on the matter, the only change is that her smile increases a sliver. Stepping up beside Thelergramor, the feline gives a little hip bump to the side to nudge the wolf as she notes his concealment measures. "We always seem to meet in such unusual circumstances," she comments in a relaxed and conversational tone. Seeing that the miniature hyena has things quite well covered on the question front, Kaelli simply watched the panther closely.
Semran glances between the two of the group she knows namely Thelergramor, and Lothar. She does this for just a moment before focusing on the panthers words. She rubs her chin, and let's out a slightly dissapointed sigh. As she had been hoping for a job that sounds a little more exciting than stealing a few soul gems. But she then shrugs off her dissapointment. After all a paying job is a paying job. "Sooooooo how much would we be getting paid for this should we pull the job off?" She says while for the most part ignoring the pint sized hyena. As she turns her focus to Thel, and his feline friend. "Well well wellif it isn't the flirtatious wolf from the Inn." She says with a faint grin.
