Of Thieves and Tails - Part 3 - RPLOG
Participants
Date
16/7/478
Log
As evening falls, the highlife of firmament is getting ready for Natasha Silkenfur's exhibition. The wealthy feline merchant has recently expanded her collection of precious gems, and has seen fit do displaying her new acquisition publically before retiring it to her vaults, and slowly, her guests are coming in, each one screened by the guards at the entrance to her abode, of course.
Felines, canids, and various other beings are slowly but surely entering the modest manor, mingling with one-another and waiting for the host herself to appear...
Sven Snowmark bursts through the doors, a one man parade! A trio of footmen follow, one trying desperately to slow the hefty puma's progress so that he can be properly announced, but the loud foreigners is not about to wait. "Sven is here!" he crows, "Now is party!"
Zuri approaches the Silkenfur manor, but rather than head for the main entrance the small salamander ducks into a side street and weaves his way through an alley and towards the manor's service entrance. He disposes of his coat into a bin and pats down the servant's outfit he is wearing underneath, making sure its nice and straight and that he's as presentable as a good house servant should be. He knocks at the door, waiting to be admitted by the other infiltrated agent whom should be right inside.
As Sven enters, the entire party falls silent for a moment, several beings giving almost scared glances in his direction. Soon enough, though, soft murmuring starts up once more, before falling back into the usual pattern... Even if occasionally, one might just hear a 'who invited -him-?' coming from the beings gathered.
Meanwhile, Zuri is ushered inside, his contact gesturing for him to enter the building, before gesturing in various directions and noting the whereabouts of the kitchen, the party-floor, and so on and so forth...
Sven swaggers through the crowd, for once, fully dressed! Despite the heat outside, the puma is done up to the nines for this party. He wears a long, well tailored coat decorated with several medals along with his finely embroidered shirt and trousers and those odd, curl toed boots. "Where is pretty hostess?" Sven asks loudly as he bellies up to a buffet and starts picking out choice bits with his fingers, "Sven must greet pretty Natasha!"
Zuri nods at the other being as he recieves a quick description of the manor and where to go. He does his best to put on a 'bored servant face' and heads to the kitchen to try and procure a plate of snacks and refreshments. Hopefully that will allow him to walk around the party room 'unseen' and note down the rest of the party goers. Hopefully Mister Sven is already in the party room, and upsetting all the uppity snobs with his antics.
Soon enough, the party fills up, and the lady of the house soon appears. A black panthress, clever folk, soon appears upon the balcony, smiling at the large gathering, before tapping her glass. "Welcome, all. Tonight, I am celebrating yet another successful business-deal, So please! Enjoy yourselves, and feel free to marvel at the beaties that I've only just acquired!" the cat calls out with a smile, before taking a sip of her drink, gesturing at the gems raised up on a pedestal on her balcony, two guards standing besides the stand.
Meanwhile, Zuri makes his way to the kitchen, where a tray of various cheeses and meats is deposited in his arms, the salamander sent off into the manor at large soon after.
Sven looks up to the hostess along with the rest of the crowd, but gives a roar of approval, unlike the quiet, graceful acknowledgements of his peers. The puma has found the drinks and plucks a bottle of spirits from the table, eschewing the more acceptable cup that a servant thought to pour for him. The burly feline takes a deep swig and sighs contentedly. "Is okay," he says in his thick accent, "But Sweetwater party is so DULL!" He swaggers around, looking for the musicians. Maybe he can at least get them to play some dance music!
Zuri travels across the scullery and through a small service corridor that leads him to the dining room. The salamander emerges from a side corridor and peers around at all the partygoers before starting to walk, plate held on display for the beings in attendance to partake from. He peers up at them surrepetitiously, trying to find a mark.. someone arrogant, uppity, even more so than his peers. Someone easily insulted. He smirks at the sight of Sven, the big guy already drawing all the attention he should be drawing.
Sven finds his musicians, currently playing softly in the background, a classical piece. The notes move slowly, melodiouly, and with grace, much unlike a certain puma. All the while, Natasha remains visible in her dress, even as she descends the stairs, ready to mingle with those present, although she is soon surreounded by her business-partners. Zuri, at the same time, is presented with several options. A haughty-looking hawk, male, and boasting of his own success. A cheetah, already looking annoyed with his conversational partner for unknown reasons, although the latter seems to be entirely unaware. Finally, of course, there's Sven, who's nearly always ready to wrestle...
"Nyet, nyet nyet!" Sven cries at the musicians, "Party is needing dancing music! How you dance to boring music! Is needing more OOMPH!" The burly puma mimes a hopping, energetic dance. "Like this!" he says, proceeding to wave his arms in a fast tempo. Whether the musicians comply or not, the hefty feline moves along when he sees the hostess of the party descend the stairs. "AH! Pretty Natasha!" he roars, moving forward to sweep the aristocrat into a crushing embrace, "Sven was so happy for to get your invitation! Sven was afraid that pretty Natasha did not like him!" It had been a pleasant surprise when the little lizard courier had brought him the invitation earlier that day.
Zuri spots the hawk and figures he's found his target, and the plan comes plain into view as Sven makes his move on Natasha. He slinks back into the scullery with the half-finished plate of cut meats in tow, but ducks into a side room rather than return to the kitchen proper. He puts the plate down and reaches into his vest to retrieve a small black case. It contains a variety of tools used for document forgery, but they will be used for something definitely less subtle this time. Inside the case is also the confirmation receipt Sven had signed earlier that day. The salamander smirked as he quickly scribbled a note with what he hopes is a passable enough imitation of Sven's handwriting.
Zuri collected his plate once more and exited the scullery back towards the meeting hall and towards the hawk. With the briefest eye contact he raises the folded note at him. "E-excuse me Sir. I was instructed to deliver this to you." He was definitely going to escape the moment the hawk took that letter from him. The language 'Sven' had used in that note to declare his disdain for the hawk and to tell him to 'back off his sweetness, da?' would hopefully inflame the hawk into doing something very rash.
As Sven moves towards him, Natasha raises an eye, then her jaw drops as she looks to her guards, whom are too stunned to do anything at the moment. By the looks of things, she definitely wasn't expecting anything like this, and her tail puffs up nearly instantly, and she doesn't appear to appreciate the bear-hug much.
Then, the hawk gets the note, and his brow furrows as he watches Sven and Natasha. A moment later, Sven is tapped on the shoulder...
