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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.
[ 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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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. ]