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Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Didn't really know much of the recent events or things that unfolded for most of the day. The information broker had been from one thing to the other, without any real idea of the details that happened in between, but it wasn't like that was a bad thing, it actually meant that his day was a little more relaxing if anything, and it gave him something to do later on in his evening; that was what Riki looked for the most.

The moment Deeandra @Midnight Howl presented herself, there was already a lot he could tell was worth looking into. It gave him a list of leads of information to know, someone always sees something. There was no such thing as an empty location, it just means whatever passerby had a suspicion of something kept quiet about it. Riki would figure that one out, currency had a nice way of doing that.

He saw the knife picked up and quickly ducked his head when it flew past, his instincts showed he was at least sharp at reading intentions, and he didn't leave any chance for showmanship or skill to be bragged about by Deeandra. His actions read he was startled by it, but his tone indicated it wasn't too much of a threat, "Hey... That's not how you show colleagues a warm welcome!"

He did have he full intention to indicate what he did know, "Hmm... No... That's not true. I don't find it comforting to kill anyone that I know. For me, it's bad for business, a loss of resource, and it just shows a sign of weakness. When you can let you enemies live and remain powerless, that is when you truly show how much stronger than you are than them. If you kill them, it means you see them as strong as you are, and you're not sure if you will win in the long run. When you let them live... You show everyone that you're still very much in control, they compete against you simply because you allow them to compete against you and that alone."

He waved it off, "Oh well. I didn't really come here to discuss philosophies. I came here to inform you that I am fully aware of your decision making in the process. I know you avoided the further interrogation of the individual I warned you of... and I've heard more than enough rumors that you have a little scout running about town to keep you aware of things in town. It's out of courtesy that I have left it at just rumors... But in the world of information. I am the only best one at doing it. Whatever you think is working simply hasn't failed you at the moment."

He had set down the pastries he bought for the evening, pulled out the knife from the wall, wiped it on his pants leg, and opened one box to a strawberry shortcake he cut the tip of to eat; it clearly wasn't poisoned.

He sighed, "I would like to stay, but a day where I noticed I haven't done much... I know it really means there is a lot of work I need to look into. I hoped to sit down and enjoy what I bought for you in a more formal conversation. Maybe another time."

He reassured Deeandra with a wave on his way out, "No need to show me out."

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@Midnight Howl

I can actually be flexible enough to just wait (both IC and OOC). I'm rounding the end of 2 summer courses for my Master's program, so I've just been slammed with finishing projects and tedious papers.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

"Well... From what I got, they took your advice... Even took care of the guy" said a ratfolk scratching at his forearm nervously when he stood in the small cafe Riki frequently enjoyed going to. Needless to say, the rat felt very out of place where he currently was, and whom he was talking to. He had no real affiliation towards Riki, he was just a little hard on cash, a complete commoner as far as things went. He didn't really know how to talk to Riki, what level they were at, or even worse, what Riki could really do. Though he was very certain about one thing, Riki knew absolutely everything he needed to about him.

The rat nervously spoke, "So... umm...." He paused when Riki looked up from the crossword puzzle of the newspaper Riki was working on and halted sipping at his coffee. The rat's mouth closed in the stale intimidation of Riki's presence, but was more worried about what Riki would say or do for interrupting him for what seemed like the sake of interrupting him, "I..i...the... well." He was unsure if he should say it any louder when he just whispered in a loud enough voice that Riki coul dhear him, "The payment..."

The only thing that really floated around Riki were lists of rumors, rumors that he actually put more work into spreading with only a handful being true. It was common enough that Riki was an orphan with origins not even he knew. It was true teasing him with information often ended poorly. It was true he had a history with the Hawthorne @Midnight Howl family. He was always careful to let things about him be a mystery to be discovered without any real backlash. Like the time an ambitious Hawthorne lackey decided there wasn't a need to honor Riki's terms of information for information and ended the evening from a horrendous illness and eventual death.

His plan with the rat was rather simple. He picked a very common person in a tough place in their life. Offered them a job that paid fairly well to do something rather simple... Watch and confirm something happening from a safe location, and simply confirm it was done. In all technicality, Riki knew this stranger could have said they did the job and not do it, but he placed his bets on rumors and reputation to trust the rat wouldn't be that ambitious.

He looked at the rat with a delighted smile and shook his head, talking in a calm and inviting tone, "Please... Calm down. You just caught me at a moment where I coincidentally got stuck." He followed with a chuckle, looked at the crossword for a while longer, and then shook his head setting down the folded newspaper, "Hmm... Defeated again... I can find out everything in the city I want, but a nine letter word that starts with 'h' and means a person who signals the arrival of another... is where I get stuck... You know what... Tom...?"

The rat just mumbled, "...It's Kevin...." that Riki promptly ignored, "You seem like an intelligent fellow, and I realized I'm running much shorter on time. There are appointments and the like I need to tend to. A person like me generally stays busy, right?"

There was a pause with Riki staring at the rat he gave an uncertain nod in agreement from the silence and Riki's piercing golden eyes staring at him. He pushed the paper closer towards the rat and tapped on it firmly with his index finger with a thud, thud, thud while he stood up and was gulping down the rest of his coffee, "Nnnmm... Anyways. A sharp mind will usually keep you ahead, Tom. Here, exercise it a little bit, and don't worry. I'm sure something will pull through in your job search. I looked into it Tom... Trust me, your finances are better than you lead on about." He gave one last, firm tap to the folded newspaper.

Riki seemed in a cheerful exit and was once again out and about on the streets. His eyes would look at the different areas where he would spot some of his more trusted information gatherers patrolling their areas of the city, but he also didn't have too difficult of a time to notice there was a little more competition from a family he wasn't too thrilled about @Midnight Howl.

It was just as he suspected, the family was doing their best efforts to slowly break away. Riki found it amusing, they were trying to be subtle about it, like he wouldn't notice... It was subtlety that helped him put the family in the position they had been in. It was only more obvious to him when the person they wanted to have question didn't involve them calling him in to get the answers they were wanting.

"Oh... That devilish girl," Riki idly commented to himself referring to Dee. He decided his visit should be very formal, it was a guest and a very loyal customer to him after all. He stopped by a bakery along the way to pick up a few different types of cakes, and made his way to visit the residence that started off his entire career.

When Riki had arrived his gesture seemed very warm and appreciative to his host, when he arrived with his wide and impartial grin, holding up the bag of cakes, but the Hawthorne family had long known Riki's fascination love of poisons. The gesture of food or drink, was often the information broker subtle way of calling out foul play to those in the family that truly knew him. A tactic they knew of from Riki's plan that involved him poisoning the head of a rival family, and blackmailing the rest to doing nothing about it. A move made all in the favor of making the Hawthorne's a bit stronger without them being held responsible for it; all for the trade-off of Riki's ensured education.

His introduction struck right to the point, "I heard I was right, and you guys already took care of it, so I came to discuss the next order of business"

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Riki Tevesh

Gender: Male
Furry Species: Assumed Wolf

Height: 6'5"
Weight: 240lbs

Personality:
Acts very calm and friendly, but manipulative in how he holds himself. He is a textbook example of an antagonist to anyone set against him always acting friendly upfront while screwing them elsewhere at the very same moment with friendly suggestions to help.

Biography:

A creature with an always inquisitive mind, Riki was born and treated as an anomaly and held the appearance many swore and teased was the result of a creature mutated by the world outside. He is an orphaned monstrosity of some sort with an unknown origin of lineage that likely drove him to his career itself for the one answer he has never been able to find. Riki grew up patient and witty with his surroundings. Seeing how the world operates, having the hunger for control, and the obsession of information, he quickly worked to establish himself in the trade of information.

He started his career working for a mob family doing simple 'throw away' work till the family quickly discovered Riki's calm and ruthless personality made him perfect in the art of interrogation; the grim route to Riki's further education. Riki manipulated his expertise to allow him a higher education in biology, communications, and law; areas Riki quickly grasped from his work. The front of his plans were to be able to do his job smoothly, but behind the scenes, Riki quickly gained the leverage he needed to crawl from one of the lowest points in a mob to holding his own strength against them.

It was only a matter of time till Riki discovered valuable information he needed over the mob family to ruin them and how to create the fail-safe, so his death (for any reason) meant the leak of the information to ensure they wanted him alive. He blackmailed the mob family to release him and forced them to reluctantly agree to his terms of service to maintain business relations. As time has passed, Riki has only continued to obtain more power over the family making him -reluctantly- one of their closest allies.

Now Riki wanders about in the trade of information; hiring people to work has always been easy when you hold powerful influences under your thumb and carefully utilize local help to your advantage. He sees the control of the city like a game of rock, paper, scissors, where the way to hold the most control is through power, money, or intelligence. So the gutter mutation of New Earlton sets his eyes sharp for all new potential leads and rumors. To the common person, he is the friendliest and most generous individual of New Earlton, till he wants something.

Inventory:
Satchel with various documents, devices, and toxins. He carries on his person a knife, but a number of needles to deliver certain toxins carried. He always wears his pair of glasses and he proudly wears a suit almost anywhere he goes. Tucked away are the pair of scissors that started his career kept cleaned, sharpened, and useful.

Other:
Riki has a fondness for gossip, coffee, and being around lower-class individuals (beggars, thieves, prostitutes, etc). The people he quickly develops an interest for are people who have stories to tell, and he is always willing to pay for the service of a good conversation.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

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Name: Riki Tevesh
Gender: Male
Furry Species: Assumed Wolf

Height: 6'5"
Weight: 240lbs

Personality:
Acts very calm and friendly, but manipulative in how he holds himself. He is a textbook example of an antagonist to anyone set against him always acting friendly upfront while screwing them elsewhere at the very same moment with friendly suggestions to help.

Biography:
A creature with an always inquisitive mind, Riki was born and treated as an anomaly and held the appearance many swore and teased was the result of a creature mutated by the world outside. He is an orphaned monstrosity of some sort with an unknown origin of lineage that likely drove him to his career itself for the one answer he has never been able to find. Riki grew up patient and witty with his surroundings. Seeing how the world operates, having the hunger for control, and the obsession of information, he quickly worked to establish himself in the trade of information.

He started his career working for a mob family doing simple 'throw away' work till the family quickly discovered Riki's calm and ruthless personality made him perfect in the art of interrogation; the grim route to Riki's further education. Riki manipulated his expertise to allow him a higher education in biology, communications, and law; areas Riki quickly grasped from his work. The front of his plans were to be able to do his job smoothly, but behind the scenes, Riki quickly gained the leverage he needed to crawl from one of the lowest points in a mob to holding his own strength against them.

It was only a matter of time till Riki discovered valuable information he needed over the mob family to ruin them and how to create the fail-safe, so his death (for any reason) meant the leak of the information to ensure they wanted him alive. He blackmailed the mob family to release him and forced them to reluctantly agree to his terms of service to maintain business relations. As time has passed, Riki has only continued to obtain more power over the family making him -reluctantly- one of their closest allies.

Now Riki wanders about in the trade of information; hiring people to work has always been easy when you hold powerful influences under your thumb and carefully utilize local help to your advantage. He sees the control of the city like a game of rock, paper, scissors, where the way to hold the most control is through power, money, or intelligence. So the gutter mutation of New Earlton sets his eyes sharp for all new potential leads and rumors. To the common person, he is the friendliest and most generous individual of New Earlton, till he wants something.

Inventory:
Satchel with various documents, devices, and toxins. He carries on his person a knife, but a number of needles to deliver certain toxins carried. He always wears his pair of glasses and he proudly wears a suit almost anywhere he goes. Tucked away are the pair of scissors that started his career kept cleaned, sharpened, and useful.

Other:
Riki has a fondness for gossip, coffee, and being around lower-class individuals (beggars, thieves, prostitutes, etc). The people he quickly develops an interest for are people who have stories to tell, and he is always willing to pay for the service of a good conversation.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

So as odd of a request as it might be, I wouldn't be able to use the sergal I have with art that already fits the scene?

It's the creature in the avatar image.

Tales from The Watering Hole (A Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries )

Sure, seems amusing.