Running in circles - RPLOG
Participants
Date
6/6/478
Log
The waiting room Fenris had been ushered into was quiet, the small creator vessel that had traveled down to the grounds seemed to barely even have room for it... Perhaps this was just meant for personal travel? The room itself was spartan in decoration, consisting of clean metal walls, a strange feeling white floor, and bright lights above them. At the wall infront of Fenris, stood two armed Creator men, both staring straight forward silently as the tiger was left to wait for whomever had answered his message!
Fenris has put on his very best for this meeting. The tiger is wearing a specially made outfit of Creator materials. While the material does not really cover much of his torso, the specially made trousers and rib guards are rather flattering and Sylvia, his AI machine Spirit friend had assured him it would be fine for this meeting. The fluffy tiger does his best to sit calmly while he waits, flashing a smile to the guards.
The guards don't seem to pay much attention to the tiger, their eyes hidden behind dark metalic visors that make them seem more like robots than living creatures... or some combination of the two. Thankfully though, the silence doesn't last too much longer as the door between the guards open, and a rather portly looking Creator sporting a scraggy beard and a clean pressed jumpsuit makes his way inside. He glances once at Fenris, before looking at a clipboard in his hand and then looking back up once more. "Good Evening, I am Mr. Saxton. I am here on behalf of Mr. Parson, for the handling of your... Request." The human speaks slowly, his device translating for Fenris as he makes his way to a chair and sits down with a slight sigh. "Now, if you'd verify what you told us in this request?"
Fenris rises and bows to the Creator, soong his best to hide his disappointment. He had so hoped to meet Mister Parson. "A pleasure, Mister Saxton," he says in the dialect of the Creators, "Your translator is probably not necessary, if you prefer to do without. I have had some practice with your language." The tiger follows Saxton's example and takes a seat. "I will be frank with you, Sir," he says, "I do not anticipate," he hesitates, then decides, in for a penny, in for a pound, "I do not anticipate Human aid in this. But I said that I would ask." He sits quietly for a second to arrange his thoughts. "Our civilization is under attack," he says, "For now from only one front in Sweetwater, but I am certain it will spread very soon. The semi intelligent creatures we have come to know as the Craige are a major threat to all life on our world."
Saxton stops and raises an eyebrow at Fenris, both of his guards glancing between each other as the portly man reaches out to tap his orb. "... Right then. Your civilization is under attack, and you come to us to request aid? You will understand mister Fenris, why I'd be curious as to the first contact requesting help... Is one from a fellow without any real status of leadership in your nations?" Saxton slowly jotting down a quick note on his clipboard. "As for this 'Craige', we've yet to see any large concentration of individuals successfully wiped out by them. For as far as we can see, this 'attack' seems well handled on your end. So, what leads you to this doom and gloom belief exactly?"
Fenris waves a hand idly. "I am part of a specialized team of individuals in service to Sweetwater," he says, "And I am here without the support or knowledge of the crown for reasons that will become clear." The tiger sighs and runs his fingers through his thick, orange hair. "I imagine that you have reports on the unusual creatures that are native to Promise that we call Spirits?" he says, "Most of my intelligence on the Craige comes from them. They claim that this is not the first Craige incursion to Promise and that what we have seen so far is less than the tip of the iceberg."
Saxton blinks slightly before making another note on his clipboard. "I see... And you believe these 'spirits' are knowledgable in such things? Have you brought one for us to speak with about this?" He seems a bit excited at that last bit, leaning back in his chair as he smiles. "You'll understand that to take someone's word, as is, in a case such as this would be... Unwise yes?"
"I understand," Fenris says, "But I can make no guarantees for their behavior, or that they will necessarily be willing to talk. That said, Puzzler, I know your feelings on being indebted to Mister Parson and the Creators, but will you weigh in on this conversation?" The tiger waits for a moment for his patron's response.
The Creators seem to tense up, the guards reaching down to their sides as Saxton seems to almost get a glimer in his eyes while staring around, ready for some sort of extravigant being to appear! Though, the moments tick on by as nothing happens. "... So... It just doesn't appear...?" Saxton looking disapointed for a moment before he sighs and goes to write down a note, only a for a small pop to sound out as the Puzzler appears behind fenris, resting an elbow on the tiger's head as he leans forward. "Well they are no friends of mine, I do suppose I cannot waste your time... So, what is the needed deal, so their fate we may seal?"
The Sudden appearance of the Puzzler causes Saxton to nearly fall out of his chair as his guards jump to the ready!
Fenris casually taps something at his belt and a shimmering blue bubble appears around him, just in case the guards are TOO enthusiastic. "Puzzler," he says, "This is Mister Saxton, representing Mister Parson. Mister Saxton, this is The Puzzler, my patron Spirit and one of the few Spirits that I trust to be objective about the situation." Fenris leans forward in his seat. "I just want to be clear on this point, Mister Saxton," he says, "I am not asking for your intervention. I am asking if you would be willing to intervene and what the cost would be." He looks up at the Puzzler, not seeming to mind the fox's intimacy. "Can you fill in the gaps?" he asks.
Saxton is quick to wave his guards down as he huffs and stares at Fenris with narrowed eyes... more so at this shield he seemed to have with himself! "Quite right it seems... So mister "Puzzler" Please do fill in these supposed gaps." The man quick to jot down notes as he looks between the puzzler and his paper with a flurry of writing!
"They've been here since before these beings you sent, and now upon them all their rage they'll vent. Pound to pound, with greater numbers they'll rise from the ground. All will fall, when their bodies make a living wall." Well, it seems Puzzler was more interested in messing with him, not moving from his spot ontop of Fenris' head as Saxton furrowed his brow, and looked back down to Fenris. "Does it always rhyme?"
