❪ unaffiliated contact ❫

[nysan]

UNAFFILIATED CONTACT     IF YOUR DESIRED INTERACTION IS TIME-SENSITIVE, PM US FIRST TO WORK OUT THE DETAILS. CREE. Owner of the discreet Gilded Cage hideout. Cree has traveled all of El Nysa and established his spies, or "little birds" in every corner of the world. He knows intimate details about important figureheads of both factions, and suspects that the refugees are not all that they seem to be. Despite being a known criminal and the apparent orchestrator of the VIOLET 2710 attacks, he provides work for the lower class and seems to have a generally positive reputation. He has a strong dislike for Ashti. Cree is almost never seen without a small bird on his shoulder. You might find that you have seen this bird before, and if you listen closely enough, you will hear it speak common to its owner. If you specifically request contact with the the bird alone, it is entirely possible it will carry out a conversation with you. A character's first interaction with Cree is free of any favor, but they will be required to take up a job (thief, enforcer, informant) before they can return for more information. Sign up at the EMPLOYMENT THREAD and direct any other inquiries by characters here. IC consequences for breaking silence on his whereabouts to their other NPCs will be discussed by PM. QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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[vacuum]

I've been training in martial arts for as long as I can remember. Back then, I used to be mafia, so it's not like I'm unfamiliar with what you're doing.

[ Though, he still doesn't really know how involved this person was in the attacks. Smuggling, selling illegal goods and assassination are more what he's used to doing. He's never participated in outright terrorism. Of course, it's not like after he's joined, he can really be forced to do what he's unwilling to do. His allegiance will always lie with his old boss, but the opportunities for more jobs that allying with this person might bring are something of interest. ]

And I have a power that might interest you. [ Chuuya grips onto one of the chairs in the room, activating his ability. The chair shakes under the intense, heavy pressure, a crater forming in the ground around it from its incredible mass. Eventually, it splinters under its own weight, breaking. Cree probably already knows about it, but his ability is Gravity Manipulation. ]

[nysan]

[ The background was more than enough for Cree to be satisfied, so it's a pleasant surprise that Chuuya seems to have more to put on the table, or in this case, other furniture. He sits up, providing his undivided attention from a chair not unlike the one the boy lays his hands on. His expression, before all this, was of great interest.

And, well... after it's all done, he can't help but look dead-eyed towards where it once was. ]

Those were part of a set... We had matching cushions.

[vacuum]

[ He was trying to leave an impression. He hadn't expected Cree to actually care about that piece of furniture. He sort of assumed he could buy a new one?! A guy like this has to have lots of silver to spare. ]

Uh. [ Now, he's feeling awkward. He's also a little embarrassed that his attempt at looking cool backfired on him so quickly. ]

You ... I'm very sure you could just buy a new one!

[nysan]

They were antique. My grandmother purchased this set for her first home... she left it to me when she passed.

[ Is he lying to further the boy's distress? It's possible, but he maintains his greatly displeased expression. ]

I hope you recognize you are indebted to me now, Chuuya.

[vacuum]

You've gotta be kidding me... [ He really didn't expect to be in this situation when he stepped in. Chuuya honestly assumed something as trivial as a piece of furniture would matter little to Cree. Gullible guy that he is, he also finds himself believing that story. At least, he believes it enough to feel in debt. ]

Fine. What do you want from me? Most of my stuff's back in Olympia, so I don't actually have much to give you.

[nysan]

You have interesting patrons in that... prestigious establishment. [ His voice drips with sarcasm, and he gradually comes to smirk. ]

Report back to me on those you serve. I want you to remember the face every unfaithful spouse, every gambling patron, every wicked deed that takes place behind closed doors... except the obvious. [ He pauses, then inclines his head. ]

And I believe you owe me a new furniture set. Do get something comfortable, will you? Go.