Dinner with the Family - RPLOG
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Date
20/10/477
Log
The ride is mostly uneventful, Fenris's knocked-out body strapped down and tied to the cart. Occasionally, one of the felines checks to see if Fenris is still out cold, and knocks him on the head regardless.
It doesn't take too long, or maybe it does, with Fenris knocked out and having little to no sense of time, until the liger finds his legs and stomach strapped to a... Rather comfortable chair, burlap sack still over his head.
"Ugh," Fenris moans, "Christina is an angry donkey, isn't she?" The liger's head throbs from the blow to his skull. "And she spent the whole ride here dancing on my head!" he groans. No point in pretending to be out, the feline strains his senses for anything familiar, anything that might tell him where he is.
So far, all Fenris is getting to hear is, wel... The sound of claws on a marble floor, platters, and various other things.
Finally, the burlap sack is pulled from his snout, revealing a rather well-decked table... The 'True Lady' is clearly not short on money, by the looks of things.
[Please. Do eat something... Your hands are tied, for obvious reasons, but you can simply gesture at anything, or ask one of the help, and you will be provided for], a silken voice sounds within Fenris's mind. [And yes. The help speaks shadow too. No need to bother with verbal requests]
At the table, several beings have gathered, though they all seem to wait for the one at the far end of the table, clad in the finest, red, silks, and wearing a mask decorated with gold and silver.
Others at the table include the black-furred feline from before, and... A Snowmark?
Fenris raises an eyebrow. "I prefer to speak out loud, if it is all the same to you," he says, "I hope you can forgive me for finding shadowspeak a bit distasteful." His face lights up as he spots tge panther from before. "Well hello, Chuckles!" he says, "Glad to see I have friends at this party! And a Snowmark! I did not realize that there would be so much nobility here or I would have dressed nicer!" The feline nods at his bare torso. "I hope that they at least used the fancy shackles!" he says affably, "What is the occasion?"
"One does not speak inside the Lady's house unless adressed," the black-furred feline growls softly, pulling out a dagger and slamming it into the table.
The lady on the other end of the table simply holds up her hand, on the other hand, staring at him with a penetrating stare from her amber eyes.
[Please. Do speak freely. And perhaps, you can earn yourself a place among the... True Longtails]
"Pshh. Only a Snowmark in name!" the large puma billows, his actions already contradicting his statement.
"What our... Companion is saying... Is that we are... Quite well-connected within the cold north."
Fenris grins at the big panther man. "Chuckles! Please!" he says happily, "No need for violence!" The liger sits back in his plush prison chair. "I just heard there was a party and I had an invitation!" he says, "Thanks for the ride, but I would really do something about that first bump." He grins happily and looks around the room as if he wasn't bound hand and foot to his chair.
A faint, wry smile on 'Chuckles' face, before he looks towards the lady in red, almost as if begging her for permission to strike Fenris down... She, of course, merely holds up a hand, and sets to eating the various foods on her plate.
Subsequently, the different people at the table mimic her actions, taking it as a wordless sign that the banquet has now been opened.
Fenris sits back and watches the assembled beings eat with a smile. He does not seem to have any interest himself in eating, only in watching. The heart-marked feline even starts to hum quietly to himself! "Really, though," he asks, "What is the occasion?"
[As you can imagine, information is of the utmost importance to us... And you, dear Fenris, are in a prime position to get me what I want] the smooth voice in Fenris's head.
[My sister's associates. Her movement-patterns, every little secret she has... My sources inform me that she is... More open with her information with you], she notes, staring at Fenris with that same penetrating stare.
Meanwhile, the 'Snowmark' and the panther are having a minor squabble, soon brought to a halt when the lady at the end of the table slams a decorated staff against the floor.
Fenris laughs comfortably. "I've said it before and I will say it again," he says, "I am nobody! I am not a confidante, I am not a useful pawn, and I don't KNOW anything." He watches as one of the people at the table pops some sort of prawn. "Say, are those any good?" he asks, still amiable and friendly, as if he is waiting for everyone to jump out and shout SURPRISE!
[Oh, but you do, dear. You've been a close friend of hers for quite a while... She knighted you... I'm quite sure she let you in on some things, at the very least] the voice continues, before she gestures one of the maids walking around towards the prawns, then to Fenris, whom they quickly offer a serving, placed upon a fork.
[And if not... I'm sure you'll be useful for some stress-relief and target-practice], the voice continues, before the stoic feline on the other end of the table hurls not one, but two throwing-knifes towards Fenris, which soon embed themselves left and right of his head, though they each take off a little fur.
[As you can see, I still need a little practice]
Fenris nods, smile still fixed firmly in place. "You were very clos both times," he says, "I would not let it bother you too much." He sniffs at the buttered prawns and takes a bite. "Not too bad!" he says, "But I really know very little. I don't exactly go to dinner parties as a guest, after all."
"I'm sure that Flora has a secretary who knows her schedule better than I do," Fenris adds, "What did you want to know?"
[Hmmph. Charming as always] the feline at the far end of the table notes, not a sign of her mood visible under that mask.
"The Lady would like to know everything you know. It may... Significantly improve your life-expectancy," the black-furred feline notes, adding his own throwing-knife to the other two, right under Fenris's armpit.
"Trust me. You don't want Vlad here to start throwing axes."
Fenris shakes his head. "Everything I know?" he asks incredulously, "We would be here an awful long time!" The liger puts on a look of intense concentration. "I know hundreds of songs, including the Ballad of the Blind Duelist, which will take hours all by itself!" he says, "Then there are the 68 bows appropriate to any occasion, 400 of Malvolo the Magnificent's best slieght of hand tricks, 80 Martial arts katas, schematics for half a dozen common golem types, the list just goes on!" He smiles easily at the angry panther. "You will have to be more specific," he says. The propensity of this group for throwing sharp objects was worrying.
