❪ 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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[emblazes]

[It wasn't the most opportune time to sneak off and rendezvous with a questionable mystery person in a questionable mystery lair -- never is it an opportune time to do that, but that's what he does. He knows the risk, has an idea of what's in store for him, but ventures onward under the cover of night, settling across from Cree and his companion hidden away hidden away beneath his latest upgrade.

It does very little but provide something of a mental security blanket for him.

He only sits so it looks less informal. More ordinary. His hands settle in his lap, the simulation of glowing, completely round eyes settle fixedly on his company.]

I'm here to ask about the institute.

[Quiet, but somehow unmuffled. Slightly motorized by design, like it was meant to disguise his voice but hit a defect.]

[nysan]

[ Cree purses his lips when he lays eyes on this whole display. It's a great disservice not to see the face of those he's allowed here, but after a minute of deliberation, he seems let it go for the moment. He sits back with relaxed posture, coming to smile as if it were only a minor inconvenience. ]

Doing research on our dear researchers? I'm intrigued. Ask away, but do try to speak up... I can hardly hear you over your little outfit.

[emblazes]

[This is the first time anyone's taken up issue with his mask; he's immediately wary, but it makes sense. Similar to wearing a baseball cap during the national anthem, forgetting to kneel at a pew...it's unfortunate he can't keep himself partially hidden as he would with his paladin helmet.

As if it were a hologram, the mask blinks away, revealing everything up from his Adam's apple. Didn't take much. The loss of that security blanket has him staring in silence for an awkward two(ish) seconds. He does still have his knife, at least.]

It's just that. Why were they manufacturing that thing?

[VIOLET2710. His brows knit, lips set in something taught but neutral.]