Trouble with the Vengeance Take Two - RPLOG
Participants
Date
27/1/479
Log
The rain has driven most beings around the docks indoors, with only a few unlucky sailors and dockworkers scurrying about in the downpour. While the ships bob peacefully in the harbor, Amos Longtooth stands looking over the bay, like some sort of soggy gargoyle.
Kazel quietly approaches the lone person, only making her presence noticeably by a forced cough once she she is right behind him. The rodent is clothed in dark, but light armor and a dark leather cloak with a deep hood that keeps the rain from drenching her. Her two kamas are clearly visible, sheathed at her hips, but there is no telling how many more different weapons she is hiding under her cloak.
Cassidy makes her way along the docks, the rain running off the brim of her pointed hat, while her robes prove to be surprisingly water resistant. As she draws close, she offers a little bow before straightening back up and awaiting a briefing.
Natska follows along at Cassidy's side, a travel-worn heavy cloak with the hood up keeping most of the rain off of her. She is smiling softly as she watches the rain fall over the harbor, although her expression fades out into careful neutrality as she approaches Amos and gives the alley cat a nod.
A snow leopard trods up along the docks, white fur smothered in a dusting of wet mud to make it more... 'discreet'. The request was all sneaky, after all. Besides that, Cirrus was equpped as normal, despite, you know. Not having actually met any of these people before. Introductions will have to be done on the fly, then. Noting how nobody is actually saying anything, they decide to break the silence. "Hello!"
"I know you're there, Miss Silverwing," Amos rasps, "I didn't get this old by being lucky." The scarred old tom turns his blind, milky eye on the rat, then nods out toward the bay. "You see that boat there," he asks, "The Veangeance? There was information on that ship about a very careful, very cautious system of kidnapping and transport. Trouble is, there was not a single prisoner on that ship." The cat turns himself around and nods toward a small warehouse. "All deliveries to and from that ship come from that warehouse," he rasps, "We will be going in there to check it out. If you are caught, I will abandon you without a second thought. Questions?"
Kazel rolls her eyes, which are cast in shadow by her hood. "None, except if we are looking for or are expecting anything specific? We are quite a big group for just going in there to take a look." The rodent rubs her hands a couple of times to warm them a little as she peers into the direction of the warehouse.
Cassidy folds her hands in front of her and nods curtly. "Of course. I do not like kidnappers. I will assist to the best of my ability. If that means skulking around a warehouse, that is fine." She looks up towards the jaguar and nods. "And if we're caught, well. We can handle things."
Natska inclines her head, then gives Cassidy a small smile again. "Yes. I'll try not to make too much of a fuss, though. On your lead, master Longtooth; I am ready."
"Only be gentle," Amos rasps, "I have reason to believe that some of the guards are our victims. And the last bunch of idiots I hired on killed two of the people I was trying to save." The old tom snarls a bit at the thought. "I think there is some Spirit magic involved," he says, "So no killing." The cat turns, coat whirling and fluttering as he stalks away toward the warehouse.
Kazel closely follows the man, while fumbling with the contraption on her left wrist, exchanging the attached vial with another. Her ears twitch slightly under her hood as her eyes wander between the warehouse, Amos and the ship.
Cassidy turns to move after Amos, following along. "I will certainly do my best. It'll be a last resort. Though... If you suspect a caller is involved, well. There's only one kind of spirit I know that leads to the kinds of things you're talking about. And I don't have a good history with their callers."
Natska frowns at the words, then nods her head again. "Well then. That is easily doable as well, no worries." She eyes the warehouse as they approach. "And... yes. Only one spirit I Know of that does that. But we'll stick to the job at hand."
Amos stalks on ahead, moving with surprising speed, despite his obvious limp, his coat fluttering behind him. "If you can avoid being seen, don't be seen," he says, "Find prisoners, find paperwork, find anything suspicious and get out without being seen. Then get out. Now you are on your own." The tom cat puts on a burst of speed and vanishes around the corner.
The warehouse is quiet, with no visible guards on the outside, but it looks like there are a few options here. There are a number of windows set high on what might be a second floor, the main doors of the warehouse and perhaps other options on the roof.
Kazel rolls her shoulders a little. "I am taking to the roof and see if I can get in from there." The rat twists and shifts under her body-hiding outfit, the white fur that is visible turning into red feathers and a set of wings pushing out of two slits in the folds of her blouse. The phoenix flaps her wings a couple of times, headed for the roof.
Cassidy glances at Kazel, then up towards the roof. "I think I am, as well. Unless you had other plans?" She asks of the feline to her side before touching a hand to her hat to keep it steady. A breeze kicks in to sweep her off her feet and carry her towards the roof. "I can come back down if desired. You need only give the word."
Natska perks her ears at Cass, then shakes her head, watching Cassidy take off; the jaguar slinks up along the side of the warehouse, looking for an empty window or a doorway that she can peek through, hopefully unobserved.
Both Kazel and Cassidy lind on the roof without incident, both just clearing the edge and touching down lightly. The roof is only slightly sloped, but the rain makes the wooden shingles rather slippery. There are a number of wide hatches set into the roof, probably for ventilation, though only one, on the far side of the roof, is open. The opening of the raised hatch points away from the pair and a warm, yellow light comes from the opening.
There are no low set windows on the warehouse, but it seems the the wide main door of the warehouse is slid open just a crack. By slipping behind a stack of barrels nearby, Natska can just see a part of the inside. From here it is hard to see exactly what is happening, but there seem to be a few beings wandering about near the door.
Kazel drops to all fours, to get a better grip on the slippery roof, her taloned hands digging into the wood of the roof slightly as she makes her way over to the window after giving Cassidy a short nod.
Cassidy makes her way across towards the opening, treading lightly across the roof, keeping her ears perked under her hat for any sounds of trouble below. She wasn't about to let commotion escape her, should it involve Natska. But as long as it was quiet, she was more keen on peeking what's inside the warehouse.
Natska frowns as she lurks outside the warehouse, but isn't about to just charge in the front door; she moves to circle the building, keeping an eye out for other entrances that might be in use.
