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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.
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[ Tell her how you really feel, Cree. There's a flash of amusement, there and gone; generosity is one thing, but they're lavishing attention on the refugees and that doesn't sit right with her. Then again, trust is a rare commodity in the work she deals in — difficult to earn, hardly spent. And she doesn't know nearly enough about this place or its players, not even the man in front of her now.
But he does give her some insight and she appreciates that. The position she's in now, he says, and she wonders what he means by it. ]
Of course not. That wouldn't be very wise. But enough people suspect it — some recipients of this commendation don't seem too thrilled by the honour. [ And not everyone who may have deserved it received one. She helped lead her team on a rescue mission but she's managed to slip under the radar despite that. ] And the people behind the kidnappings haven't been apprehended, so some are wary of the ceremony itself; do you suppose that's an unfounded concern? [ She raises her brows. ] I'm only asking because I may be in attendance and — [ God. ] — Thesa forbid I'm not dressed appropriately.
[ His smile slips at that, but only because it's a grim thing to contemplate. Or he'd like to give the impression he cares — after all, his methods so long ago were not any more righteous than those of the kidnappers. ]
I believe there is a time for violence, and even agents of chaos know it would not do their cause well. As easy as it would be to spread sickness at such a gathering... [ He trails off, eyes meeting hers briefly. His gaze is solemn, and much more suited for him than the usual, false warmth he puts on. ] Perhaps it will simply be a calm before another storm, but I would be very surprised if this meeting were interrupted. Not unfounded, not unfair, but also not necessary.
Though, you should know better than to dress inappropriately at any occasion.
[ Peggy nods at that, huffing out a breath that's almost a laugh. ]
I do. My mother was determined to raise a lady.
[ That's not even a lie, or part of her cover as a Nysan native. Amanda Carter throwing her hands into the air over her only daughter rolling in the dirt, playing at being a knight. But all that really stuck from her mother's lessons was the need to carry a handkerchief at all times.
She mulls over his earlier words then leans forward a bit. ]
I appreciate your insight, Cree, and always have. And I happen to share your sentiments. But I admit — it's the cities we're leaving behind for the evening that I'm wondering after. Call me paranoid, [ she half-teases, as if it's so unusual in this setting, this line of work. ] Maybe you're right and that we're in the clear for a while. I'd be glad for it, honestly, after the mess of the past few weeks. But I can't help but feel like this entire place is taking one big breath and I don't care for the anticipation.
[ Cree listens closely, quirking a brow when she teases and suggests they share sentiments. It's more amusing than anything else, to hear a woman of the guard believe so. It reminds him of who he once, but was in a way that one looks upon old photographs and is overwhelmed with embarrassment by their former selves.
He places his pipe down carefully, leaning forward from the table for closer proximity as he speaks. His tone is light, still, but the kind of light that's teetering on the edge of becoming more violate. ]
I do not know why you and your friends are not as knowledgeable about this world as you should be, Lady Carter. Perhaps, one day, I will ask. [ And he will want answers. ] But I will give you this: these cities run on a cycle of vengeance that started lifetimes ago. They do not breathe the fire that drove their ancestors to conflict, but they carry the ember, and they will go down that same path of the past because it is tradition. It is how is has always been, and it has been building up again long before you arrived.
If you want them to breathe a sigh of relief rather than gasp for air after all this anticipation, you must make the hole to breathe yourself. You must expand it. Otherwise, this cycle of events will not be unbroken. I have tried. Many have tried. All of us have failed.
[ Ah, she thinks mildly when he points out the painfully obvious. Damn. The shift in the air is palpable; her bearing doesn't change with it, but there's an adjustment all the same — it's a hard thing, living the different faces of one life, but she's managing it here by degrees. And while Peggy doesn't entirely trust anyone beyond the small circle of friends she's surrounded herself with, she does know Cree is important here, and she knows the dangers of flying too close to the sun.
She can't play too coy, it only works on some people. She can't make the mistake of thinking it works now with him. She's already aware of her standing with him, her and Eggsy both, and her next steps need to be measured. Some other refugees might question why she's involved in this at all, but her concern isn't entirely with the well-being of Olympia or Wyver but rather the well-being of the people who have chosen to make a life in them. Like it or not, this is their home. ]
I understand. I also understand that some traditions can be broken, [ she murmurs after a beat, letting his words hang in the hazy air between them. Just because it's how things have always been doesn't mean it must always be so. But expressing that thought might draw further attention to her otherness, so she refrains. ] Why else are we out there, doing what we do? [ It's just as lightly said, but then she draws back. ] But I suppose we'll just have to see.
[ It's meant to be final. The way Cree withdraws, turning his gaze back to his papers, all implies the conversation is over. But Peggy's point seems to draw a certain reluctance out of him, obvious in subtle ways — he has not turned his back to her entirely, and he has not resumed his smoking just yet. After a time, he speaks up again. ]
I appreciate your insight as well, Lady Carter. Your mother raised a fine woman, determined to preserve what is yours. [ That, he silently admits, he understands. ] Perhaps this opportunity, as curious and dangerous as it is, will open doors we have not yet been able to go through... If you would like to speculate what this event all means after you attend, I would be more than happy to have you.
[ She rises out of her seat, recognising a dismissal when she hears it — then he speaks again and she pauses, fingertips resting on the edge of his desk. He makes a fine point about this assembly and it's one she hadn't readily considered because everyone else has been so caught up in the idea that it's a trap. And she can read between the lines of what he says, too; she's already one of the many eyes and ears in the Guard, what's one more thing?
(Careful, Carter.) ]
Thank you, [ she says to the first and the second. She nods to him, to the bird on his shoulder (because that's only polite). ] Until then, if not sooner.
[ Cree inclines his head in acknowledgement, and also to obscure the smile from her inclusion. The bird meanwhile twitches its head in Peggy's direction abruptly, and after some practicing chirps, repeats "Until then, if not sooner." in Peggy's exact tone of voice back at her.
Rather than address the unsettling action, Cree returns to his work. Careful, Carter. ]
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But he does give her some insight and she appreciates that. The position she's in now, he says, and she wonders what he means by it. ]
Of course not. That wouldn't be very wise. But enough people suspect it — some recipients of this commendation don't seem too thrilled by the honour. [ And not everyone who may have deserved it received one. She helped lead her team on a rescue mission but she's managed to slip under the radar despite that. ] And the people behind the kidnappings haven't been apprehended, so some are wary of the ceremony itself; do you suppose that's an unfounded concern? [ She raises her brows. ] I'm only asking because I may be in attendance and — [ God. ] — Thesa forbid I'm not dressed appropriately.
[ For a fight. Obviously she means that. ]
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I believe there is a time for violence, and even agents of chaos know it would not do their cause well. As easy as it would be to spread sickness at such a gathering... [ He trails off, eyes meeting hers briefly. His gaze is solemn, and much more suited for him than the usual, false warmth he puts on. ] Perhaps it will simply be a calm before another storm, but I would be very surprised if this meeting were interrupted. Not unfounded, not unfair, but also not necessary.
Though, you should know better than to dress inappropriately at any occasion.
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I do. My mother was determined to raise a lady.
[ That's not even a lie, or part of her cover as a Nysan native. Amanda Carter throwing her hands into the air over her only daughter rolling in the dirt, playing at being a knight. But all that really stuck from her mother's lessons was the need to carry a handkerchief at all times.
She mulls over his earlier words then leans forward a bit. ]
I appreciate your insight, Cree, and always have. And I happen to share your sentiments. But I admit — it's the cities we're leaving behind for the evening that I'm wondering after. Call me paranoid, [ she half-teases, as if it's so unusual in this setting, this line of work. ] Maybe you're right and that we're in the clear for a while. I'd be glad for it, honestly, after the mess of the past few weeks. But I can't help but feel like this entire place is taking one big breath and I don't care for the anticipation.
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He places his pipe down carefully, leaning forward from the table for closer proximity as he speaks. His tone is light, still, but the kind of light that's teetering on the edge of becoming more violate. ]
I do not know why you and your friends are not as knowledgeable about this world as you should be, Lady Carter. Perhaps, one day, I will ask. [ And he will want answers. ] But I will give you this: these cities run on a cycle of vengeance that started lifetimes ago. They do not breathe the fire that drove their ancestors to conflict, but they carry the ember, and they will go down that same path of the past because it is tradition. It is how is has always been, and it has been building up again long before you arrived.
If you want them to breathe a sigh of relief rather than gasp for air after all this anticipation, you must make the hole to breathe yourself. You must expand it. Otherwise, this cycle of events will not be unbroken. I have tried. Many have tried. All of us have failed.
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She can't play too coy, it only works on some people. She can't make the mistake of thinking it works now with him. She's already aware of her standing with him, her and Eggsy both, and her next steps need to be measured. Some other refugees might question why she's involved in this at all, but her concern isn't entirely with the well-being of Olympia or Wyver but rather the well-being of the people who have chosen to make a life in them. Like it or not, this is their home. ]
I understand. I also understand that some traditions can be broken, [ she murmurs after a beat, letting his words hang in the hazy air between them. Just because it's how things have always been doesn't mean it must always be so. But expressing that thought might draw further attention to her otherness, so she refrains. ] Why else are we out there, doing what we do? [ It's just as lightly said, but then she draws back. ] But I suppose we'll just have to see.
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[ It's meant to be final. The way Cree withdraws, turning his gaze back to his papers, all implies the conversation is over. But Peggy's point seems to draw a certain reluctance out of him, obvious in subtle ways — he has not turned his back to her entirely, and he has not resumed his smoking just yet. After a time, he speaks up again. ]
I appreciate your insight as well, Lady Carter. Your mother raised a fine woman, determined to preserve what is yours. [ That, he silently admits, he understands. ] Perhaps this opportunity, as curious and dangerous as it is, will open doors we have not yet been able to go through... If you would like to speculate what this event all means after you attend, I would be more than happy to have you.
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(Careful, Carter.) ]
Thank you, [ she says to the first and the second. She nods to him, to the bird on his shoulder (because that's only polite). ] Until then, if not sooner.
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[ Cree inclines his head in acknowledgement, and also to obscure the smile from her inclusion. The bird meanwhile twitches its head in Peggy's direction abruptly, and after some practicing chirps, repeats "Until then, if not sooner." in Peggy's exact tone of voice back at her.
Rather than address the unsettling action, Cree returns to his work. Careful, Carter. ]