A Hideaway For Joe - RPLOG
Participants
Date
10/8/477
Log
The late summer light glints off the window panes of the front office of Burkes & Burkes furniture and home suppliers. The business appears well maintained and well it should, considering its affluent clientelle. Out front stands a grizzled looking old tomcat in the dark coat of the Spyguard. He looks over the approaching freeswords with a descerning eye. One, discerning eye. The other is clouded with a milky film. "We all here then?" he rasps before spitting on the ground.
Having noticed the request regarding the creator thief posted on the freeswords job board, Sara quickly makes her way to the office spoken of in the posting. Eventually the lizard woman arrives and looks around and notices the Spyguard tomcat. Figuring him to be the one that had made the listing she walks over to him and asks, "Are you the one that called? What do you need?"
Cassidy had been walking towards the manor with her love, when it turned out something exciting had happened after all! Or might happen! Either way, the fennec adjusts her mask and decides to take the pair on a little detour to investigate! "Amos? My, my. I'm surprised to see you here out of the shanties."
Jera makes his way into the shop, bearing a glittering, polished noble soul gem this time! Displaying it proudly too, in an ornate amulet on public display. "Good evening, my friends." The kit fox bows politely.
Thelergramor yawns, stepping up behind the rest with his full assortment of weapons and gear. Still hell-bent on finding the fugitive. Was advised against killing him, because those pansy Creators will execute any being for killing a Creator. For any reason, apparently. He caughs within his mask, adjusts his hat. "Right, hello."
Natska arrives on the arm of her dear Cassidy, tail swishing as she thinks through her prior encounters with Joe's trail. "Burke's. Where lady Blackback got that projector..." she murmurs to Cass. She gives Amos a polite, if slightly wary, nod, and Jera and Sara get small waves. "Yes, it looks like we are all here," she replies to the spyguard. "What is going on?"
The ragged tomcat gives Cassidy a lopsided grin that shows off one disproportionately long fang. "Old Amos goes where he's told, Lady Solacious," he rasps, "And tonight it's this glittery heap." The old veteran spits again.
"Now listen up," the spyguard says, "Cause I'm only sayin' all this once an' I don't repeat myself." The tomcat pulls a key from an inner pocket of his coat and carefully unlocks the door to the warehouse before stowing it away again. "We're lookin' fer a bolt hole here in the warehouse where a certain fugitive might be holin' up. We don't touch nothin' in here that don't need touchin. You find anything, you holler. You find a bolt hole, you don't open it, you don't go in it, you don't say nothin' til you say it ta me. Got it?" He turns his milky eye on the gathered beings. "We're lookin' fer a hidin' place, not trying to catch the fugitive!" he says, "So do not engage, and fer the love of Good, don't go breakin' nothin!"
Sara glances to both Natska and Cassidy as the two show up and gives both a wave, "Hello, you two." she calls to the two. Afterwards she opens her mouth as if attempting to continue to speak, though closes it as Amos offers his warning, and the briefing, "Right. No breaking the stuff, or opening the creators hiding spot." she repeats the tomcat's instructions before continuing, "Now, a question if I may. Is there a reason why we're not to open the bolt hole?" the lizard asks, her tone neither aggressive, or annoyed, simply one of curiosity.
Cassidy tips her hat towards Sara before nodding at Natska. "Mmh. Yes, I remember it now." She looks back towards Amos and tilts her head. "Well! That doesn't sound very exciting at all, but I suppose I could have a little tea party or something. I'll try to adhere to those guidelines, yes."
"Sounds like a plan." Jera wastes no time entering the warehouse, starting his search and staying close to the walls first.
Thelergramor mock salutes the cat, stands at attention. "Pfft." Thel drops the gesture. He shakes his head, chuckles. "Lighten up. I won't break anything. Unless it needs breaking, of course." He teases Amos, coughs again. "I'm joking. Probably. Still, don't sound so serious." His hands go to his pockets, follows in after Jera, grinning like an idiot behind his mask.
Natska's ear flicks, and she gives Amos a nod of assent. "Noted. Thank you. And I am sure if it were boring, Cass, they wouldn't have needed Freeswords."
Amos nods at Sara. "Y'ever see one o' these?" he asks, producing what is unmistakably a Creator Scorcher. "This beastie ken set a being alight at a hunnert paces," he rasps, "An' I'm told it is a broken toy." He looks seriously at the beings around him as he starts to move cautiously into the warehouse on silent feet. "We just ain't ready to catch a fella as might burn through us with a thought," he says, "So this is just reconnaissance." The tomcat stows his frightful weapon and fixes his good eye on Thelergramor. "I've got an eye on you Thelergramor Alverriss," he says, "Don't doubt that."
The warehouse is quiet and empty. Rows of shelves are filled with everything from penny nails to fine crystal baubles. The place is impeccably clean, which means that searching the floors is no problem, but there are not likely to be any traces to follow.
Looking the scorcher over, Sara mumbles a soft, "Huh.." before shaking her head, "No, never seen it.. had a chance, but.. well, I'd rather not talk about it." she ends with an embarassed cough and shakes her head, dispelling the thought, "Anyways, I'll keep that in mind. Fine." Making her way into the warehouse Sara's eyes immediately go wide as she's sidetracked by the amount of shiny things, "Wow.. wonder how much this stuff is worth.." Sara asks aloud as she makes her way further into the building, her eyes occasionally going to the property.
Cassidy clicks her tongue and nods. "Scorchers aren't so bad. I think they're kind of crummy, honestly. Nothing I couldn't do worse with a bit of fire magic. And I suppose you're right, Natska." She withdraws her tea flask from a cape pocket as she wanders into the building, casually glancing around the place and lifting the chin of her mask just enough to take a sip.
Jera peers, noticing some things out of place. He points towards the suspicious areas. "Some of the wares have been moved. Hastily, too. They weren't lifted about. Start your search there, maybe." He heads to one area first, pulling out a few crown from his pouch and tossing the coins to mark the other areas that he found.
Thelergramor shrugs, his laugh interrupted by a cough. Doesn't ask how Amos knows his last name... Must have got it from Flora, or overheard it the one time it was used. Spyguards. Makes note of the shiny things; assumes they are valuable, but with Amos watching him... "...Probably a lot, Sara." His hands remain in his pockets. Then, he follows Jeras instructions; searches a different spot, considers picking up the dropped coins...
Natska follows the rest of her allies into the warehouse, although when Jera points out an area of interest she begins her search by closing her eyes. She mentally runs through some of the most basic air maths she had picked up, and then opens her eyes and raises a hand. A faint trail of neigh imperceptible mist drifts from her fingers, tendrils reacting to the faintest currents in the air as she searches for signs of the hidden bolthole.
