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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.
[ He's actually been looking for an avenue like this for a few good weeks. His old job? It paid the bills, but he didn't earn near enough to afford the luxuries he was used to. It also didn't feel natural to him, to go in at the same time each day and clock a certain number of hours doing the same, mundane thing. It didn't leave him very satisfied.
While he's here to find out more about this mess they've found themselves in, he also wants to make a contact for the future.]
You're the guy in charge of this place, huh? [ He then spots the bird and ... frowns. It's definitely dawning on him that he's seen that bird before. ] That bird --
[ Rude. Stop spying on him?? For no reason at all, Chuuya has a small salamander sitting on the rim of his hat, so this is the meeting of two edgy guys with cute animals. ]
[ The man initially only takes a brief glance, but he finds himself raising his brows at the salamander. It wasn't often he was graced with the company of another small animal lover. ]
You are correct. [ The bird leans closer to his ear, and he slowly smiles. ] It is a pleasure to be in your presence, Chuuya. How can I help you?
[ Seeing that bird feed this man information like that is making him wish his useless salamander could at least do that for him. Instead, all it does is slime up his hats and refuse to be moved. Sad. ]
I've seen that bird around, and it just told you my name. This means you've been using it to watch people, haven't you?
You keep your own companion close by as well... Does that mean you use a salamander to see what you are too short to?
[ The bird turns its head towards the salamander, blinking in its direction. It looks as doubtful as a creature can. ]
You are correct yet again, however. I would not worry, unless you have something you would like to hide... and you would not be here if you weren't willing to exchange what I may not know. Ask another question, and I will begin asking mine.
Hmph. [ A vague answer. He can't tell if there's more to it or not. He's really ... more used to doing the grunt work than he is trying to figure things out.
He's also a little surprised that Cree figured out his intentions this easily. Is he that easy to read? (Yeah...) Or maybe he knows about those times Chuuya's snooped around the fighting rings looking for opportunities. While he doesn't like being read so easily, he's also not the best at masking his intentions. There isn't a point anyway. Might as well answer the question honestly. ]
She's a good boss, but it doesn't pay enough. Bartender work is also a waste of my talents.
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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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!
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.
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.
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While he's here to find out more about this mess they've found themselves in, he also wants to make a contact for the future.]
You're the guy in charge of this place, huh? [ He then spots the bird and ... frowns. It's definitely dawning on him that he's seen that bird before. ] That bird --
[ Rude. Stop spying on him?? For no reason at all, Chuuya has a small salamander sitting on the rim of his hat, so this is the meeting of two edgy guys with cute animals. ]
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You are correct. [ The bird leans closer to his ear, and he slowly smiles. ] It is a pleasure to be in your presence, Chuuya. How can I help you?
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I've seen that bird around, and it just told you my name. This means you've been using it to watch people, haven't you?
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[ The bird turns its head towards the salamander, blinking in its direction. It looks as doubtful as a creature can. ]
You are correct yet again, however. I would not worry, unless you have something you would like to hide... and you would not be here if you weren't willing to exchange what I may not know. Ask another question, and I will begin asking mine.
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Fair enough. Are you affiliated with that supposed 'M' group that carried off the attack?
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You worked as a bartender for Koralle, did you not? Why were you in need of a new job?
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He's also a little surprised that Cree figured out his intentions this easily. Is he that easy to read? (Yeah...) Or maybe he knows about those times Chuuya's snooped around the fighting rings looking for opportunities. While he doesn't like being read so easily, he's also not the best at masking his intentions. There isn't a point anyway. Might as well answer the question honestly. ]
She's a good boss, but it doesn't pay enough. Bartender work is also a waste of my talents.
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And what are your talents beyond that, my friend? Please enlighten me.
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[ 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. ]
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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.
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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!
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[ 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.
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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.
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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.