Infiltration - RPLOG
Participants
Date
6/9/476
Log
Zevran
Late at night, on the edges of the shanties. One set of beings have retired to their beds, while another has risen from their slumber. The hushed murmurs and shuffles of activity can still be heard from deep within the heart of the shanties, but today's focus is on the edges of the shanties, where at least a breath of fresh air can be had every now and then.
On one side of the narrow dirt street, a ramshackle longhouse of the sort which might house three or four poor families. On the other side, a hooded and cloaked mouse with little more than a lit candle, waiting within the cluster of hovels so ubiquitous to the shanties, awaiting the arrival of those who would respond.
Zevran approaches the light provided by the candle as quietly as he can, giving a slight, soft cough to signal his presence to the mouse. This seemed a close match to where the request had said to meet, but he remained silent and watched the mouse, as though checking for some sign that he was in the right place.
Arimia makes her way to the location that was mentioned and looks around. She takes her time getting a sense of the place, then makes her way to the mouse, pushing her hood back and looking right at him, saying, "What's goin' on? Things are generally handled in house, as it were."
Selena makes her way along with a quiet yawn, glancing up at the night sky for a moment and rubbing her eyes. The glow of the candle prompts a little more alertness in the wolfess, moving along and waving over to the raccoon and rhino currently there. "Ari, Zevran..?" She greets, the latter name punctuated with a curious look before the mouse is greeted with a nod. "What's going on indeed. The fuss at the soup kitchen's barely been cleaned up, if it even has."
Mirana waddles along a bit to the mouse in question, and gives a nod to Selena, Zevran. She sighs softly, "I saw your note." she says quietly giving a yawn herself. "Something about watching over something." she says, choosing for now to completely ignore Arimia as she listens, tails waving behind her softly as she looks at the candle and waiting for more information.
Ictus walks along with Mirana and looks about curiously, he nods to the others and hmms, "Well, long time no see Zevran." he smiles though as he passes over Ari and looks to the mouse, "I saw the note as well, neighborhood watch huh?"
"Ah, a fine evening to all of you folk," the mouse says, although there's a slight tilt to his voice on that final word. His eyes lock onto Arimia for a moment, then leans in to whisper to her, perhaps with more than a little fear before regaining his composure to address the group.
"Yes, there's been some concern lately over the...um...residents of that home over there," he says, pointing out at the ramshackle longhouse. "New folk move in, and then suspicious activities taking place and all at this time of night for the last few days. This may be the shanties, but it's a good part of the shanties, and we really wouldn't like the nastier gangs moving in, especially since the trouble hasn't died down after those last riots. If you would mind just lying in wait, investigating a little and then coming back with what you know, I and those I represent - the folk who live in this area - would be mighty grateful." Odd, how he's a little sparse on the details.
Zevran listens silently to the mouse's explanation of the reason for the request. "Strange things happen in the shanties all the time. Must be rather odd for you to have requested help. Is there any chance this could turn into more than just a stakeout?" He remarks to the mouse. The tone of the last part of his remark sounds more excited or eager than cautious, oddly enough.
Arimia listens to the whispering mouse, then gives a noncommital shrug of her shoulders. She asks, "What sort of suspicious activity are you talkin' 'bout?" She waves a hand then and says, "I'm gonna go take a look, tell Selena an' Zev. Those two'll be able to make some sense of it at least." And then she's moving. She lifts her hood back up and tugs her cloak about her, color seeming to fade, even from her vibrantly pink fur, as she moves. And once she reaches a shadow she melds into it and starts to make her way toward the house in question as quietly as she can, hands moving to pull out various items. A dagger, a long, dark grey glove that gets pulled onto her metal arm.
Selena raises an eyebrow at the description given - or the lack thereof, really. Zevran's zeal is met with a decidedly conflicted glance; "I'm fairly certain having a fight wouldn't help the situation." She says simply, glancing over to Arimia as the raccoon moves out. "I'd take her advice, if I were you." She mutters, relaxing herself slightly. "So, could we get a better explanation?"
Mirana gives a frown as Arimia seems to be up to her same tricks, giving a soft sigh, "Yes a bit more information would be useful." she says, not really planning on getting it that easily though. She flashes a smile. And after we chat a bit, you'll have to excuse me." She looks over to Zevran and Ictus, smiling ever wider seeing Ictus there. She whispers to them both carefully before resuming her wait.
Ictus hmms as he listens to the mouse and ponders a bit, "Well, who are the residents exactly? I can see that you are worried about them, but what have they done so far?" he looks to Zev and sighs as he shakes his head, "Hopefully not..." again he ignores Ari and looks to Selena, "Indeed." he nods to her and hmms? at Mira with a small shrug
Meyna is whistling as she walks, not worried about much at the moment. Sure she's running late, but one can't rush maintenance. She makes her way over, nodding to Arimia before she fades away, having caught... little of it, but she gets the idea quickly enough. She slips her pistol free and checks something, turning it over and making a few minor adjustments as she says softly to the mouse, "What activities?" At a few familiar voices, she offers a nod to Selena, then a scowl at the two vulpines, particularly at Ictus. She tweaks a few things, then flips the pistol back by the trigger guard and slips it into it's holster as it's spinning before she slips her second free and says, "If it's just observation, but you're trying to avoid a fight, why are you being so vague anyway?"
"I'm not sure," the mouse says to everyone. "Like I said, we think it's likely that there's a new gang that's set up shop in there - we don't have any proof, and the families around these parts are a little worried. Better the evil you know, right? There's been some comings and goings in the last few days, but the place has been locked and quiet since yesterday. Our friends of our friends don't seem too concerned, though, even with others potentially muscling in on their territory, and we were hoping if we had something to go on we could show it to them and spur them into action getting us the protection we paid for. A sighting of something would be fine...although something more solid would be better. Not that I'm asking you to do anything illegal like breaking and entering." A pause, and then a slump of the shoulders in resignation. "I'd love it if I had more to tell you folk, but if I did I'd just go straight to the Guild instead of spending crown hiring you folk to find out."
