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Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

"I must compliment you on your choice of mask, madam," a warm baritone said from roughly the level of Renée's elbow as she ascended the steps. A black-furred feline sat statuesque upon the banister with his luxurious tail curled around his paws. "Not a standard choice, yet not as uncommon as some I've seen. I noticed one man with the visage of an elephant. A singular choice, to be sure, bold and a bit exotic, but overall I think the decision an unfortunate one. It did not flatter him. Quite the opposite in your case, I assure you." He blinked yellowy eyes -- no wait, were they green? -- up at her as he rose to his paws, extending his claws in a graceful stretch that just avoided leaving marks in the wood's finish.

"And if it is not too bold of me, perhaps you would permit me to accompany you for at least a little while. I assure you, I will not muss your garments nor leave fur upon them, I promise you." His whiskers angled gently upwards with the question, ears turning forward in anticipation of her response. If she aquiesced, a smooth leap brought him to her shoulder where he artfully draped himself like a warm, velvety shawl, face on one side and tail at the other.

In truth, Schrödinger had little need of assistance to find welcome. The Duchess had not been invited, but that hardly stopped him. Servant entrances made gaining access to many places a trifle, but in this case he's used the attention paid to the arriving guests to slip inside unseen -- and no one would eject a cat from this sort of thing. Cats were the secret-keepers of London; he'd glimpsed a few of his brethren padding silently through the noise, and what they overheard would bring status to some and scandal to others.

"I won't ask your name given the circumstances, dear lady, but I should like to know what you wish to be called for the evening. As for myself, I believe 'Ro' shall do nicely."

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

@CollectorOfMyst yeah, I guess with everyone being sent to El things get shaken up at home...

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

@Lovejoy Drakey's been swamped with school and having trouble getting to rpg and even discord and gdocs. I've seen him briefly a few times, but never long enough to do any real talking. It's a shame, really.

*scratches head* I guess if you're taking over...you might need to read what we've got for mutual backstory? It's just a couple scenes, but might be useful. I'd ask @Drakey if he's okay with it, but yanno. =/

By the way, is Leviathan unusual in that it's been split up? Or are there only three that were added to Phoenix, and the rest are with Cillian under Elisheva's command?

OH! And I almost forgot! One commish still needs to be mailed, but the other one was finished while RPG was down, and I don't believe I shared it! <3

Baklava is a great artist~

Drawing Characters!

*waves pompoms*

Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

@Hekazu Whoops

Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

@Hekazu I mean you could have posted it immediately...=P

I mean I shouldn't have an issue keeping up. If you wanted a post every other day I might have to reconsider. And things should be improving significantly as of next week. Here's hoping. -.- Then again, this week in particular has been awful, so I can't help but think next week kind of has to be better, simply by virtue of the fact that it can't be much worse...

Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

Schrödinger the Improbable Feline

Name: Schrödinger (Schroedinger, if you don't have the patience for those fancy letters)
Title: sir, ah...cat, erm -- yes (He's definitely male. But that doesn't keep him from confounding those who put a great deal of stock in matters of etiquette but failed to consider that cats are far better people than humans)
Moniker: the Improbable Feline

Age: ? (He claims, at various times, to be a few thousand, to be older than the First City, to be older than the Bazaar. He is probably lying about most of this. He also claims to be older than the Duchess. How old is the Duchess? Come now, that is not the sort of thing one ever asks a lady, particularly not a lady of her caliber)
Race: feline (has the appearance of Felis silvestris. Not F. s. catus -- no one with any sense ever accuses him of being a domestic cat)
Appearance: a standard cat of perhaps nine or ten pounds, about a foot in height at the shoulder when on all fours. He has a luxurious coat of black fur that fades to merely very dark brown in some places. He seems to be of some unknown longhaired breed, though his fur is on the shorter side for most of those breeds. His eyes are either yellow or light green, but which depends as much upon when one is looking as anything else. There is a minor kink about halfway along his tail, and one ear has a small slice in it where an injury didn't quite heal right.

^{Of course, things become far more interesting in Parabola....}

Primary Attribute: Watchful
Secondary Attribute: Shadowy

Connections

The Duchess likes most cats better than most people. She's also intelligent. Naturally she likes him.
The University is fond of him, for a number of reasons. Among them is his knowledge of higher mathematics, though he doesn't care to indulge most of their scientists. He can find any book in their libraries in a matter of minutes, so long as it is on the shelf. He's been known to turn up curled on a table with an open book before him, though doubtless some student neglected to put it away when they were done.
Bohemians tend to be fond. He can write a mean sonnet, when he cares to -- but he rarely cares to, and he dislikes being asked. He is not a trick dog, to show off for any passer-by who expresses interest.
The Devils with their connection to a time not yet arrived are of interest to him, and he's nosed about the Brass Embassy on a number of occasions. To facilitate this, he is unfailingly polite to them, though his opinions on the soul trade are more complex.
Society does not know what to make of him. On the one hand, he's got manners to rival theirs, when he cares to use them; certainly he never uses the wrong fork. He's charming enough. But a cat! ...Then again, he has excellent taste in wine, and can match them to meats like nobody's business. And he even restrains himself on the fish course. Nearly always.
The Great Game could learn a thing or two from him, but he has no specific ties.
Revolutionaries are nearly as good as the Foreign Office when it comes to secrets. Best not to be seen listening, however.
The Docks always appreciate someone who can keep the rats clear, but he is not really a mouser. But he does avoid tangling with their birds and bats. Call it respect -- or better yet, a reluctance to deal with their noise over the matter.
Criminals do not often like people -- or creatures -- that are able to uncover their secrets. For the most part it is a matter of live and let live, with one exception. The Topsy King is unnerved by Schrödinger -- and his bat more than a little intimidated, after a recent indiscretion involving where it wished to sleep.
Urchins are far too fond of chasing and tail-pulling, and he a bit too prone to defending himself with claws if they are rough.
The Rattus Faber are sometimes useful, but his relationship with them is best called an uneasy truce.
The Glass is bad news, and he thoroughly enjoys causing them difficulty should the occasion arise.

Background: Schrödinger claims his mother was a sister to the Midnight Matriarch, and his father a Parabolan panther of considerable power. It is not entirely unlikely that this is the truth, though he must be lying when he says he visited the Second City just to see it fall. ...Mustn't he? He's never had any qualms about bending the truth when it suited him, nor substituting a reasonable lie when the truth just wouldn't do.

What is known for certain is this: he has been around long enough to acquire both knowledge and wisdom, and given the ease with which he visits Parabola and the nature of death in the Neath, he may well be considerably older than the average Surface feline.

He is a frequent figure in the presence of the Duchess, and also at the University (Benthic more often than Summerset). He is fond of the Shuttered Palace and Veilgarden, and like all cats he is intimately familiar with Spite and the Flit. Unlike most of his brethren, however, Schrödinger shows an unseemly (for a cat) fondness for the affairs of humans. Perhaps that explains some of his more unusual habits and predilections. Perhaps he is simply a singularly unique specimen. Whatever the case, he has been known to make himself useful, or at least conveniently bribable, depending on his mood.

Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

@Hekazu I'll do my best! Ordinarily, this would not be an issue. Right now I'm having some irl trouble with...well, with life. But the odds of me going a full week in a group rp are very low.

I don't trust guild guidelines for rps, though. *snickers* I'm vrey much a "write what's needed and then let other people write" instead of any sort of minimum. Sometimes shorter is better, particularly in discussions or high-action scenes. Sometimes to get around that, I poke other people for immediate general reactions -- does X back away or draw a weapon when threatened? Stuff like that. And then I can keep going a bit more.

By the way, you can post your own char in a separate tab, and it might be advisable to do so. 0.0

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

@Scout I'll do what I can for ya, no problem.

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

@Scout Oh dear. Well, do your best to stay safe. *hugs*