Spycat

[bellbound]

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...

Comments

[bellbound]

Mogget didn't move, though the gleam in his eyes as he looked up at Daryl might warn him not to try petting Mogget too. If Daryl could peel the little squirrel away from him, he wouldn't object. He would soon tire of carrying her weight.

"Learn more about the fae occupying Bromley and Bexley." He crossed one front paw over the other. "Are you a hunter?"

There was no point in telling him about the job if he didn't do that kind of work. And Daryl hadn't confirmed it.

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl continued to pet Willow. Trying to get her to relax enough that he could pull her off. It wasn't going to be quick, though. She was still suspicious. Clever little girl.

"I'm a tracker," he corrected and answered at the same time. His cover was blown enough already with the not-cat. His accent wasn't really common so he figured Mogget recognized him. Not that it mattered much now. Mogget hadn't known who he was at the party and that was the point. Here and now, in his territory? The not-cat was the one that had to be more cautious. At least, once Daryl got Willow off his back.

[bellbound]

A tracker, even better. At least, he presumed so. He did recognise Daryl, for the record, although Mogget didn't much care about the fact that he had seen the shapeshifter at the Imbolc event.

"And would you be interested in taking the job?" he asked, looking up to make sure he had Daryl's attention. Squirrel girl was a distraction.

[dirtyredneck]

"Depends on what exactly you mean by 'learn more'. What kind of shit you need learned?" He said it casually enough. If the not-cat really was there to hire someone, there wasn't anything tying Daryl to the fae holding those territories. But be always preferred details.

Willow continued to relax under Daryl's hand and so did her grip. Thought he didn't scoop her up right away. She was showing him trust, so he was going to give her reason to trust him.

[bellbound]

"Number of fae in any given area and patterns of movement. Hideouts, strongholds, thoroughfares, etc. In short, where they are and what they're up to. Names would be a bonus."

It was fairly standard stuff, in Mogget's opinion. Scoping out the enemy. General intelligence gathering. Nothing out of the ordinary.