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Post by ninjasquirrel1 on Nov 20, 2012 13:02:06 GMT -5
OOC> I'm assuming Muggidrear is London (basically) so I'll write it that way, also, jump in with whatever you want. The point of this thread is to figure out what exactly he does: private contractor or a military assassin. By the way, I find the name of the city very hilarious. Also, Jack's clothes may be a few years ahead of the era but I'm a big steampunk fan so you'll have to deal with it.The chill of the coming winter hung stagnant in the air throughout Muggidrear, gray clouds blotted out all sunlight and dribbled the usual depressing rain; covering the odd assortment of buildings in a gray haze, the colors of the city dull and unpronounced. Creatures roamed the streets and black carriages clicked and clobbered along their routes, their drivers huddled inside their dark trench coats, whips forgotten at their side. One such carriage was occupied by a certain Jack Sorrow. He did not really have a definite destination; he was merely curious as to why he was being followed. Four blocks from his apartment and two blocks in a carriage, he had not gotten a good look at his follower due to his trench coat and hat but he knew a tail (er, no pun intended) when he saw one. Jack had spent the previous two blocks in the carriage deciding what action to take: would he confront him or merely lose him? But considering the very open nature of the tail, Jack decided to continue to his previous destination. His favorite pub. Jack Sorrow stepped out of the black carriage at the corner of 57th and Lowden Street (completely fictional places ). Tipping his favorite dark bowler hat to the driver, he had already paid, he pulled his dark wool coat closer in the cold rain and entered the establishment in front of him. Orie's PubRead the sign above the door. The atmosphere changed completely upon entering, the lulling pitter patter of rain drops gave way to boisterous laughter and the clanking of glasses as days were told, stories were swapped and escapades were planned. The pub was mostly filled with smoke from cigars but it was nicely warm. Jack seated himself on a stool at the bar and removed his wool coat, throwing it over his shoulder, he ordered a glass of alcohol whose chemical make up could probably be used to fire cannon balls at the Rosferians. A rather fetching rattess handed him the cool mug and threw a wink his way, which he ignored. He turned to face the door, took a sip of his drink and retrieved a chained pocket watch from his vest front pocket. The brass piece was set gently on the bar and observed intently by Jack as it's third hand ticked away the seconds. The door opened; his shadow entered. Thirty seconds on the dotHe was definitely professional. Jack returned his brass piece to his pocket and he found his paw drift to caress the turnover pistol and switch blade in his pocket. Mug in paw, he presented a toast to the creature and waited for his reaction. He took a mental note of every possible exit strategy and prepared for the worst.
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Post by Ladorak on Nov 21, 2012 23:59:35 GMT -5
The creature was in fact a ferret, and he took a seat next to his fellow mustelid. He didn't acknowledge the toast, merely moving effortlessly. His cape was draped around his form, so it was difficult to tell exactly what sort of build he had.
"I work for the Director... the head of our organization." the ferret said in low tones. He surreptitiously passed the weasel a simple card with a symbol upon it. It was an opal that displayed many colors, but only in a certain pattern that few would recognize.
"We're under new management now. The old organization is basically gone as far as you may know it. Anyway... I'll be your contact here in Muggidrear. You may call me Saunders." he said quietly.
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Post by ninjasquirrel1 on Nov 22, 2012 10:52:23 GMT -5
Every instinct in Jacks' body screamed to plunge the switch blade into the beasts body as he swiftly sat down next to him.
"I don't like being followed," he stated with a smile, but his eyes betrayed a light that should not be toyed with.
"A letter would have sufficed."
Jack's throat burned with spicy goodness as he drained his mug and placed it's empty skeleton on the bar. The rattess caught the glass with practiced ease as he slid it down the bar to where she was washing glasses; a silent nod exchanged between the two.
Jack observed the card with a glance and leaned back slightly and addressed the beast; not too interested in keeping his voice in hushed whispers.
"I've never known the Director's Men to work outside of the Imperium." Jack knew exactly what organization this beast worked for and he didn't really care much for them as they had almost succeeded in ending his life.
"The last time I heard from the Director he was issuing a death mark on me. The last time I was in the Imperium my time there was spent trying not to be killed by the Director's Men. So you can imagine my feelings when one tracks me down and tails me . . . I'm not exactly in the mood to be trifled with right now," he growled slightly. Receiving another golden mug of less than trustworthy substance he added,
"you've interrupted a very important part of my day. So why don't you start with telling me exactly," he emphasized the word heavily, "why you're here, how you found me and just why you think I'd work for the Director."
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Post by Ladorak on Nov 22, 2012 12:46:18 GMT -5
The ferret only smiled smugly now, waiting for Jack to finish his explanation before he entered into one of his own. "Times have changed... by quite a lot I think you'll find." Saunders stated.
"First off, you probably heard there was a coup earlier this year that overthrew the child emperor of the Imperium. One of his top generals is now in command, and he's a very different creature. Also in this coup, the Director's Men were completely purged... every one of them was killed off in a reorganization."
He raised a claw now, ordering a drink as well. "For starters, the new Director operates out of Welkin. He was a creature formally associated with the Director's Men who was later betrayed by them. The current emperor of the Imperium sought his help in purging the organization in return for making him the new Director. This was done, and the new organization is now entirely under Welkin control." the ferret said with a smirk. "It has no affiliations with the Imperium whatsoever. That island's mostly a backwoods these days anyway, and Kostritz has taken a controlling interest in that region, so no, I wouldn't worry if I were you." Saunders said reassuringly.
"The new Director is not interested in petty crimes and illegal operations. He's more intent on keeping peace and ensuring that counterespionage doesn't occur." He received his drink now, but didn't partake of it just yet.
"So that's one part of your question answered. I knew where you were because our network is now far more efficient than it ever was under the Imperium. I'll leave it at that." he said, shrugging now as he took a drink. "As for why I'm here, you already answered that by asking me why you thought I thought you'd work for the Director." He smiled again in a knowing manner, then raised a brow. "Satisfied?"
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Post by ninjasquirrel1 on Nov 23, 2012 21:05:13 GMT -5
"Water his drink down for me, and don't charge less," said Jack to the rattess, smiling as she did as he asked with a wink. He was after all one of their best customers.
Jack took everything in, his irate look slowly changed to curiosity as Saunders continued. His ear twitched slightly as he turned his gaze to inspect the golden liquid in his mug that was now at this very moment wearing away the lining of his stomach. Once Saunders had finished his monologue, Jack leaned back and tipped the stool back. He smiled; tipping the brim of his bowler cap forward to cover his eyes, twirling his pocket watch chain as he replied.
"I'm satisfied plenty. However . . ." Jack sat up quickly and whispered into Saunder's ear, a menacing growl in his hushed voice.
"Next time, you give me a place to meet you. No more tailing me. Got it?"
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Post by Ladorak on Nov 23, 2012 23:51:17 GMT -5
The ferret glared right back, then shoved his watered down drink into Jack's paws. "Wrong move 'friend.' Insulting your future employers is not the best way to kick things off." He slid off his bar stool now, and adjusted his coat.
"I'm sure you'll be more than happy to cover that... you ordered it after all." he nodded at the drink. "Now then... next time you seek to exert your little influence in some run down tavern... DON'T do it when prospective clients are seeking you out."
He shook his head here. "I'm sorry. I must've mistaken you for someone else. I was expecting a professional... not some street thug who puts his pride before his profession. We're a respectable organization now as well as a serious one. Good day Jal Sorrow." he tipped his head at him, and then walked off into the crowd, blending in rather well amongst the shady patrons until it was rather difficult (but not necessarily impossible) to pick him out.
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Post by ninjasquirrel1 on Nov 24, 2012 18:36:23 GMT -5
The light in the tavern shined across the heads of the coins as Jack flipped them onto the bar, nodding a goodbye to the rattess he took off after Saunders, coat in paw. Sure, he blended well, but Jack had spent a good long time challenging and sharpening his senses and was able to pick him out as he was leaving the establishment. Jack threw his coat around his shoulders as he and Saunders left the warm and merry pub to be invaded by the chill and unnatural loneliness that plagued the rainy gray streets.
"First off," he said, "it's not rundown. Second off . . ." Jack slowed to a stop in the drizzling rain and finished putting his coat on.
"I need a job . . ." Far too proud to apologize out right, it was quite a stoop for Jack to admit he was in need of funds.
"It's difficult for somebeast with my skills to find work, I can't exactly go to the unemployment offices, can I," he laughed. Eyes shielded by a paw, Jack looked into the dark and dreary sky, searching for something to say. Crystal droplets tumbled down his up turned snout and splattered across his woolen coat. A paw freed his snout from the moisture and he took cover beneath a nearby store awning.
"Look, you wouldn't be here if you didn't need somebeast dead, so . . . what's his name?"
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Post by ninjasquirrel1 on Nov 24, 2012 18:38:43 GMT -5
OOC>Thanks by the way for doing this, already figured a lot out about this character. For one he's got a pride problem as we have both witnessed and he's maybe gonna work for the Director. So would that be private contractor, military, member of the Director's Men OR just a private contractor TO the Director's Men?
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Post by Ladorak on Nov 25, 2012 12:35:58 GMT -5
Saunders was clamping a pipe in his teeth now, though did not place any tobacco into the bowl yet, as it was rather wet outside. He could tell Jack was approaching him before the weasel actually reached him. Moving under an awning as the mustelid spoke to him, Saunders said nothing at first, merely letting the weasel speak his mind for the time being.
Pulling out a twist of tobacco and dropping it into the bowl, a match was struck, flaring up into a tight orange ball before it was applied to the flammable leaves. Puffing a few times to get it stoked, the ferret took the pipe out of his mouth and exhaled a gray cloud which wreathed around his countenance, framing it in a ghostly manner.
"Well... it's good to know I'm dealing with someone who's not entirely set his mind in the clouds." the ferret commented. "I find by experience that those who adopted your attitude are one of two things: amateurs or the extreme end of dangerous." A smile creased his features now as he turned to look at Jack. "They're rarely in between, Jal Sorrow. Anyway, I hope it's the latter with you... at least you know we won't be sending assassins after you for putting on such a show in there." He cracked another smile and drew a few puffs on his pipe.
"Well we've been tracking a known spy, a Calgarian who currently resides in Ferlusan by the name of Sixtus Reggio... distant relative of his more famous ancestor Admiral Andres Reggio y Brachiforte. He's not currently in Welkin, but we believe he's employing a contact here... a certain badger by the name of Gregson. He usually is seen frequenting certain theaters... and is going to be at the LaSalle tonight. I recommend finding out what you can, and if there is indeed any connection to Sixtus... and if so, eliminate him. We're looking to send a message after all." the ferret murmured, quieting down as a couple walked by them.
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Post by ninjasquirrel1 on Nov 26, 2012 18:24:15 GMT -5
Dark eyes tracked the couple as they walked by; they were stoats. One held a black umbrella over his companion, she held his paw lovingly. Even on this depressing day their spirits were high. All they needed was each other. A puzzled look began to cross over Jack's shadowed face and he began to wonder what he had that was important to him, what he really cared for. A search of his heart revealed the depressing the truth: nothing. He had nothing.
A lonely frown was quickly replaced by a prideful smile as he returned his thoughts to Saunders.
“That's all? No problem. Just one thing . . .” The dim light of the overcast day glinted off of his switchblade as he flipped the blade open. A faint scratch could be heard as his claw toyed with the sharp blade.
“What kind of a message do you want me to send? Just merely killing him and hiding the body wouldn't be that intimidating, at most, they'll think he's just missing. However, something more like finding his body hanging by a rope at any nearby meeting place would definitely do the trick.” Despite the horrors he had already suggested and the diabolical plans that were at this moment coursing through Jack's thoughts he didn't exactly enjoy the actions. Sure, the job was great and full of excitement but he just saw it as that: a job. It was nothing personal, he just did what he was told.
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