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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.
[ though archer had mostly been focused on his own survival for the past few weeks, he had retained contact with some of the people in olympia he had trusted. though there were numerous motives for risking his location to get information, the first and foremost had always been one thing: finding the person responsible for his predicament.
it hasn't been long since he arrived in wyver on foot, but what the information he'd managed to piece together and uncovered had led him here. almost immediately he's sure he's found what he was looking for: this place seems to reek of deceit. ]
I've been looking for you.
[ his tone is guarded, but he can't entirely mask his hostility. what would be the point? this man almost surely knows that archer hasn't come here for a pleasant chat. ]
[ It's impossible for Cree not to know who Archer is. All that's come to light from this ordeal has made it quite obvious he has eyes and ears everywhere, be them of citizens or the animals he seems to keep so close. There is even recognition when he first lays eyes on him. But as he leans towards the chirping bird, his smile shifts into a taunting smirk. ]
[ while eliminating this man was always archer's intent, there was also a need for answers. though much had come to light of how the bombing had occurred, the most important question remained unanswered: why. he never figured the ringleader would give that information up willingly, but archer did have a talent for reading others.
a talent that would find no use today. ]
No one important. A simple garbage man.
[ even if he can tell the man is mocking him, it works. the stress of the past few weeks seems to pour out all at once, like a dam suddenly bursting. this isn't what he came here to do, but he doesn't care anymore: he rushes forward in an instant, magical energy crackling in his hands as a blade appears in each. without a wasted motion, both swing at cree's neck.
[ He doesn't flinch once. In fact, he doesn't move at all as the blades close in on him. They come as far as a few millimeters from his skin before Archer's action seems to rebound, an unseen force striking him hard enough to send him flying backwards to where he stood moments before. ]
Ah... Were you hoping to take out the trash, boy?
[ A near transparent sheen outlines Cree briefly as he finally rises to his feet, and his smirk shifts into a scowl. ]
I can kindly escort you to where no one would find it again.
[ it really doesn't surprise him. a man of his influence could hardly have reached this position if he was so easily eliminated. if nothing else, this has shown him this man is formidable... even if archer doesn't entirely understand how he repelled his attack. with a wave of his arms, the two blades disappear. though he could try to use more force, attacking an enemy you know nothing about is foolish.
...not that it had stopped him moments before. ]
It seems today isn't the correct day for this particular trash. My mistake. [ a pause. asking cree anything seems foolish - nothing this man says is trustworthy. so instead, he'll ask the only thing he trusts he'll get a true answer regarding. ]
We both know I never delivered those weapons, yet still I was named. Did you play some part in that?
Don't flatter yourself. You aren't any different than the others.
[ Cree draws a sword the moment Archer dispels his blades, moving to close the gap Archer with quick steps. He doesn't intend to strike, though— it's pointed towards him to maintain a sense of superiority. ]
I did not have you specifically running through my mind as we listed our humble volunteers. They were all taken down the moment they accepted the money, and we weren't going to cross anyone out for their stupidity in doing it wrong. You played the starring role in your own misfortune by not questioning what you'd done and coming forward before our hand was forced.
[ he's not above recognizing his own mistakes. he doesn't move to defend himself when cree approaches with his blade, though in truth he can't really read this man much. but why go through all this trouble if he just intended to kill him now? ]
Whether the fools in Olympia would have listened or not, I have no idea. I didn't anticipate you being so... thorough, with your shipments.
[ the shady man had never said anything about numerous carriages, but obviously that had been the case. ]
So what now? You simply sit here, watching your handiwork unfold? Twirling your mustache, perhaps?
Should I have grown one just for the occassion? I must admit, I was very tempted.
[ Cree's eyes remain dark for a moment longer, but he turns his chin up at a more jaunty angle after of deliberation. He presses forward with the blade, applying enough pressure to pierce through the shoulder of his coat. It's little more than a shallow cut, but it served as more - a reminder of what he says next. ]
I see you here again with anything less than a token of apology, and I'll put you up in one of the cages as an example. [ He withdraws the blade, gesturing towards the door with the now red end. ] Get out.
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it hasn't been long since he arrived in wyver on foot, but what the information he'd managed to piece together and uncovered had led him here. almost immediately he's sure he's found what he was looking for: this place seems to reek of deceit. ]
I've been looking for you.
[ his tone is guarded, but he can't entirely mask his hostility. what would be the point? this man almost surely knows that archer hasn't come here for a pleasant chat. ]
no subject
I'm sorry, who are you?
no subject
a talent that would find no use today. ]
No one important. A simple garbage man.
[ even if he can tell the man is mocking him, it works. the stress of the past few weeks seems to pour out all at once, like a dam suddenly bursting. this isn't what he came here to do, but he doesn't care anymore: he rushes forward in an instant, magical energy crackling in his hands as a blade appears in each. without a wasted motion, both swing at cree's neck.
please be gentle mr cree... ]
no subject
Ah... Were you hoping to take out the trash, boy?
[ A near transparent sheen outlines Cree briefly as he finally rises to his feet, and his smirk shifts into a scowl. ]
I can kindly escort you to where no one would find it again.
no subject
[ it really doesn't surprise him. a man of his influence could hardly have reached this position if he was so easily eliminated. if nothing else, this has shown him this man is formidable... even if archer doesn't entirely understand how he repelled his attack. with a wave of his arms, the two blades disappear. though he could try to use more force, attacking an enemy you know nothing about is foolish.
...not that it had stopped him moments before. ]
It seems today isn't the correct day for this particular trash. My mistake. [ a pause. asking cree anything seems foolish - nothing this man says is trustworthy. so instead, he'll ask the only thing he trusts he'll get a true answer regarding. ]
We both know I never delivered those weapons, yet still I was named. Did you play some part in that?
no subject
[ Cree draws a sword the moment Archer dispels his blades, moving to close the gap Archer with quick steps. He doesn't intend to strike, though— it's pointed towards him to maintain a sense of superiority. ]
I did not have you specifically running through my mind as we listed our humble volunteers. They were all taken down the moment they accepted the money, and we weren't going to cross anyone out for their stupidity in doing it wrong. You played the starring role in your own misfortune by not questioning what you'd done and coming forward before our hand was forced.
no subject
[ he's not above recognizing his own mistakes. he doesn't move to defend himself when cree approaches with his blade, though in truth he can't really read this man much. but why go through all this trouble if he just intended to kill him now? ]
Whether the fools in Olympia would have listened or not, I have no idea. I didn't anticipate you being so... thorough, with your shipments.
[ the shady man had never said anything about numerous carriages, but obviously that had been the case. ]
So what now? You simply sit here, watching your handiwork unfold? Twirling your mustache, perhaps?
no subject
[ Cree's eyes remain dark for a moment longer, but he turns his chin up at a more jaunty angle after of deliberation. He presses forward with the blade, applying enough pressure to pierce through the shoulder of his coat. It's little more than a shallow cut, but it served as more - a reminder of what he says next. ]
I see you here again with anything less than a token of apology, and I'll put you up in one of the cages as an example. [ He withdraws the blade, gesturing towards the door with the now red end. ] Get out.