Mog ([personal profile] bellbound) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2017-02-15 09:17 pm

Spycat

It's been decades since Mogget has wandered around London this freely. It's almost like discovering the city all over again. At first he sticks to exploring mainly at night, keeping his nose to the ground and sniffing out magical activity. During the day he switches to crow form for a bird's eye view of the city, updating the mental map in his head. He has a specific mission, however, and so in the latter half of the month he begins to target certain locations:

Bromley and Bexley
Despite being in enemy territory, Mogget trots through the suburbs as if he has every right to be here. The fae presence is strong and every once in a while he senses a door to the Other Realm and raises his hackles, approaching with caution. While he may sniff around the edges of a door, he will never go through; that is forbidden to him.

But he's not here looking for doors. He's here to scope out the area and identify the resident fae. Maybe even talk to some of them, if they will talk to him.

Hillingdon House (17th-19th February)
Mogget hangs around the house for an entire weekend, watching who comes and goes. He's here to talk to the hunters, although you might not believe it if you find him in the kitchen, but anyone who seems like a promising prospect will hear a voice at their feet:

"Looking for work?"

Abbott Mill, The East End Den (around end February)
Mogget hates dogs. He doesn't want to be here, his small white cat face wrinkled in disgust at the stench of werewolf that permeates this place, but he's under orders and so he must pad with great caution into the den.

He's here to deliver a message to the alpha, Katherine Moore. Hopefully that won't take long and then he can just sneak his way back out without being noticed...
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[personal profile] ghoulaid 2017-02-19 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Ghoul responds with a disdainful hiss of air between his teeth, reaching an arm beneath the chair and swatting at Mogget. He'll show that little fucker scruffy hanger-on. "What if she ain't here?"
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[personal profile] ghoulaid 2017-02-21 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe he can't reach Mogget, but he can twist his wrist a bit and flip him off. Because he's a charmer. "Fuck you and all nine of your lives. Go ahead and tell her I was tryin' to be safe." He hopes he doesn't snitch, actually. She might side with the stupid cat after all, depending on what sort of mood she's in or how important their meeting is supposed to be.

Ghoul slides himself back and then pushes himself in to a sitting position, giving Mogget room to safely crawl out. "Come on then, you little rat."
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[personal profile] ghoulaid 2017-02-23 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
There he is. The little bastard. The urge to lean in and flick his nose or something is unreal, but he puts his hands to better use by dragging himself off the floor. "I ain't lettin' your skinny white ass prance all over the place alone." Because who knows what he might get in to- his concern is entirely for the pack's safety and the safety of their things, of course, not for Mogget. But still. It's nice to have a guided tour, isn't it? "Come on and I'll show you where she's at."

He starts walking slowly, casting frequent glances back to make sure the cat sticks close.
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[personal profile] ghoulaid 2017-02-23 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Ghoul guides him to an only slightly spooky stairwell, then begins leading him up, up, and up. There are a couple of old lifts, sure, but Mogget deserves to have his stupid furry legs run off. "Why'd she send you to do her business for her?"
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[personal profile] ghoulaid 2017-02-25 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Ghoul discovers, very quickly, that he's going to need to step a little slower. He pauses, watching and waiting for the cat to catch up... and maybe quietly snickering at him a little bit. It's a good thing Mogget is such a pain in the ass, otherwise this might be cute.

"Well, yeah." Once Mogget's only a couple steps away, Ghoul turns and starts moving again. "But if you go out and do official meeting shit for her, what happens when you need to sign paperwork? You got fuckin' paws. And I kinda doubt having a cat's signature is like, legally binding."
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[personal profile] ghoulaid 2017-02-25 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
He glances down at Mogget, giving him a strange look. A cat actually signing paperwork. Jesus, what would that even look like? "That's weird. You're weird." Just in case he didn't already know.

"So you run around town as a cat-secretary." It's nothing he's trying to be insulting over this time around, he's actually trying to learn. The relationship between witches and familiars is a little unclear to him, but he's always assumed it's a two-way street. "What d'you get out of the deal? Salary pay? Dental?"
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[personal profile] ghoulaid 2017-02-25 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
What a liar! "Fuck that. There's no way you're gonna get me to believe you're nice enough to do a bunch of lapdog work just for a place to stay." He figures Mogget is being a smartass, not that he's being serious. If he'd thought otherwise, maybe he would've pressed the issue further instead of joking, "There's like eleven more floors."

Which is a load of crap. There aren't even that many floors in the building to begin with... "Why? Legs getting tired?"
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[personal profile] ghoulaid 2017-02-25 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, sure. It's up there." He stops and points to a door ahead, watching Mogget with an eyebrow arched. He makes no move himself to get closer to it, only because he's interested in seeing how he handles opening it. If he can sign a paper then he can manage a door on his own, can't he?
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[personal profile] ghoulaid 2017-02-25 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Ghoul's expression sours instantly. Okay, maybe he'd been waiting for Mogget to admit defeat. And perhaps he'd been hoping Mogget would be forced to ask nicely for help, but apparently neither of those things are going to happen. What a bummer.

He sighs out a put-off sounding, "Whatever," and turns away, stomping his way back down the stairs noisily.