The whispers - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
21/4/478
Log
The academy library is surprisingly empty at these moments, the beings whom would normally be madly dashing around for research busy attending to their studies, and the ones taking care of the library itself have taken a break for food... Well, save for an eldery porcupine by the entrance, who had fallen into a deep sleep behind his desk. But back here, the library was free of all eyes, and ready for things ones wish to go unnoticed.
Fenris wanders through the stacks with Cassidy and Natska. "Thanks for coming," he says, "I know that the note was a little vague, but I wanted to explain in person." He looks around and is not especially surprised to find the place empty. They must be expected. "Truth is," he continues, browsing some titles, "We are here to talk to a Spirit. Uh, one of the Corrupt Court. The Scholar, to be specific. And I did not want to do it alone."
"Mmmh." Cassidy rolls her shoulders as she follows after Fenris, folding her hands in front of her while the hem of her fancy black and red dress flits about her ankles. "I can't say I like dealing with them, but I trust that you have a good reason, so I will accompany you. Provided Natska does not mind, of course."
Natska thinks for a moment, her ear flicking once, and then she nods. "I can imagine why. I'll watch your back, Fenris, no worries. You are not expecting to have trouble though, are you?"
Fenris nods to the pair with him. "I am not really expecting trouble. I do not think the Scholar works that way," he says, "Besides, I have reason to believe that we are expected. The trick will be the price. I don't know what it will ask for in exchange for its help, but we will need all of the Spirits to help us if we are going to survive the Craige. I promise I will fill you in on everything later. There just has not been time." He looks around for a secluded study alcove and pulls up four chairs, sitting in one himself. "Scholar?" he says quietly, as is appropriate for a library, "I invoke your name in a place of learning, will you speak with us?"
Cassidy settles into one of the chairs, folding one leg over the other as she leans back to listen. "Yes, I don't know what kind of price it will be, either. Hopefully nothing steep. Part of why I dislike dealing with spirits."
Frowning, Natska gives Fenris a faint scowl. "Yes. You, and Kalt, both running around with more information than you care to share." She sighs then, and shrugs her shoulders. "But as I said, you have my aid, as little as I care for the keeping of secrets."
"I shall have you know, I detest riddles, and secrets." A young homely looking feline in scholar's robes steps from the shadows of the book cases, a bit plump all around, though she seems to give off a particular vibe of authority as she speaks with a slight smile. "You are starting on rather poor terms it does seem... Well, you are at least Fenris. Your friends however, are not faring so poorly." Her tail swaying gently behind herself as she reaches up to inspect the spine of a new book, before she turns her gaze back to the group. "But, as they appear to interest me... I will speak, so long as you don't receive a third mark... And what sort of thing, could you all wish to discuss with me, to infer a cost hmmm?" Her lips parting in a grin at Natska's words as she clasps her hands behind her back and leans in. "You see why I do prefere truth and knowledge yes? Lies, half truths, and secrets... All so vexing to progress."
Fenris stands as the being approaches. "I thought you might feel that way, Whisperer," he says amiably, "Which is part of why I brought friends along. Specifically those who know many of my secrets." He indicates the empy chairs to the three ladies. "Please, sit, let us talk a bit," he says, waiting for the others to sit, "We are here to ask for your aid against the Craige. Olg'Ish said that you would be willing to grant your help, but probably for a price." He smiles at the Spirit as he takes his own chair. "And while I may keep secrets, I am no liar," he says, "Anything you ask, I will answer you truthfully."
"Yes, I fully agree. I hate secrets," Cassidy says, furrowing her brow. "All that information that could be ours, kept out of reach." She turns to Natska and smiles. "I intend to visit Kalt later and find out what we're wondering, though. She'll tell us, if she wants our help," she says with a nod before turning her attention back to the feline.
Natska respectfully inclines her head towards the scholarly cat, then takes a seat when Fenris indicates them. She gives Cassidy a smile, raises her eyebrows at Fenris' casual name dropping, and remains quiet as she waits to see what happens.
doesn't even approach the chair, instead wandering all the way around, to lean down to head level with Cassidy as she grins. "It is vexing indeed, almost as if they think themselves so superior to be the sole ones to lord over it all... Or stop you, merely because they do not -like- how you are getting your information. But, they are close minded fools... of which I have little tolerance." The feline purring gently before she looks to Fenris with a raised eyebrow. "I am well aware of what he told you, I am more curious of what you intended to ask, aside from droll question about a force long past that has returned. Honestly, you have better things to ask on... But, if the one of riddles wants to know if I will help? I will. But on two conditions. Firstly, I want my dedicants to be allowed to pursue their studies, without your ignorant interruptions. Secondly, I want a secret..." Her tail swishes gently as she gets an almost predatory grin about herself. "I want a secret, from the Master of Secrets, and not a trivial one."
Fenris is not ruffled. At least, not to look at him. The big tiger sits with his hands folded in his lap, almost in a meditative pose. "I am full of questions, Lady," he says gently, "But I will learn the answers in my own due time. It is the question of the Craige that presses." It is rather unnerving how much the Spirits know, and how interested they seem to be with his personal pursuits. "I can certainly promise the first. I am sure your people already walk these halls unimpeded, and I will not stand in the way of the honest pursuit of knowledge." He hesitates a bit, then continues. "And I can beg the second," he says, "I hate to ask, but is there something specific?"
Cassidy chuckles softly and nods. "Yes. But no one keeps secrets from me when I want to find out," she says, beaming a smile. "One way or another, I always find out. Regardless of what their desire for me to do so. And a secret from the guy of secrets, huh? That's quite something... I certainly wouldn't interfere with your followers, though. I applaud the pursuit of free knowledge."
Natska laces her fingers together in her lap and leans her shoulder against Cassidy. "We do not set the rules for this city. Well, I do not. I suppose Fenris has contacts, though." She turns her smile to the tiger, then looks back to the Scholar. "Hmm... so what should we be asking, then?" she asks, tone curious.
