The little mongoose was sitting in her favorite spot, a spot of rock that was warmed by the warm air. The Fire was out doing... something or other as was Erebus. Hopefully they were getting new members or hunting down some gems for her collection which was growing day by day. Soon the trading empire she envisioned would come to fruition and people would be crawling to her doorstep but there was something else she wanted. Trading was all fine and dandy but what she wanted was action. Certainly The Fire and Erebus could be sold off as mercenaries but what could she do herself? In her claws she had clutched a primitive looking arrowhead attacked to a sturdy stick, a spear that she had crafted herself. It was small, yes, but perfect for her tiny paws. However, it was so tiny that it wouldn't do more than poke at an opponent. What she needed was something to make it more deadly. An assassin's weapon. Perhaps even two arrowhead spears would be needed. One for slow poison and one for fast.

How would she do that though? She knew not of poisons and bacteria... The one who had, well... he hadn't seen him in ages or what felt like ages. Louie had been the one who wanted to start an empire, the very empire that she had been trying to build in his absence. So far she'd done pretty well for herself but where was he? He was the healing master... He was needed. All would be needed if they were to become infamous in all of the caves.

The reddish mongoose fussed over her crafted spear, tying up the loose ends that connected the arrowhead to the stick and even adding in some markings to it with a red clay and berry mix she had found and made. After it looked goood, as good as it would get without poison, she sat it on the ground to dry. Her silver eyes were upon the weapon, almost lovingly. It was the first thing she had ever made herself and she was proud of it. However, not wanting to be snuck up on she cast out her magic almost subconsciously. Feeling around to see if anyone was close. One could never be so sure and what sort of thief would she be if anyone was able to sneak up on her?

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words: 400
tagged: Louie
ooc: ---
muse: 6/10

"Talking looks like this."
Thinking looks like this...

Not absent, but not forcing himself into the light he had merely been working studiously in trying to get a better understanding of what exactly he was controlling. Louie felt he was grasping the basic concepts though, he could create bacteria, the things that appeared to be crawling on everyone and basically make up life. But he could turn them nasty, poison creatures as well as rid them of the nasty bacteria and replacing it with helpful antibodies. Of course the fox had no actual understanding of the scientific terms just yet, but he understood how it was all beginning to work. That hallucinogenic spell he had was something he couldn't crack, and he didn't dare try it again until he was more comfortable with it.

Gnashing his teeth together, he brushed aside the latest batch of mushrooms sprouted by his dear servant boy who had no name. Deserved no name. What he really needed was a break, but a Witch Doctor couldn't take a break and he groaned and shook his head. Ages ago, he had met creatures of power and prestige, gained their trust and left them be. What he needed to do was align them all, he'd spoken about it briefly with others who shared his similar viewpoints but even that hadn't seemed to come to fruition. Swiping a paw over his face as one would when completely tired and fed up with everything, he got up and briskly marched to the edge of the platform he was occupying.

Not entirely sure what he was trying to gain from leaving his home for the first time in what felt like weeks, he let his legs stretch and he inhaled deeply. One scent in particular caught his attention, but his sense of smell was nothing like that of his canine brethren and he could only figure out who it was. Diamondfang. Heading to the twisting narrow pathway down the side of the cavern, he wasn't sure if he would be able to pick out the sandy mongoose against the sandstone like walls. On their first meeting it had caught him by surprise. Louie simply called out, it carried an air of disinterest and detachment, but he wanted to figure out if she had decided to stick around, not that he would've been able to tell from his little hole in the wall.

"Diamondfang?"

She was still sitting and admiring her handiwork when she heard the heartbeat in her ears, the telltale approach of another. It was faint as her magic hadn't worked to its best abilities but she was able to tell that it wasn't The Fire. That rhino's heart beat much slower than this, the same with Erebus. Perhaps this was some new creature who'd wandered upon her territory because of news spreading around. Perhaps her work was coming to fruition?

The mongoose put on a self-satisfied smirk, exposing that pink fang of hers, as she heard the other near. The female didn't turn, didn't look as she loved to feign indifference or simply cockiness at every single situation. "Diamondfang?" That smirk vanished when she heard her name. Her full name. There was only one person she had told that to and he had been gone. Or so she'd thought...

The mongoose rose to her back paws and turned, eyes laying upon the one whom she thought was gone. For a moment her silver gaze displayed surprise but she quickly replaced it with a look of cool nonchalance. No emotions would need to be displayed for the moment, Fang absolutely hated to be caught off-guard. Those that wore their emotions on their sleeves were useless and weak, she would not be one of them.

"Louiiee, well well well, it seems ya've popped up from the dead." The mongoose swaggered closer to him, still on two paws, spear left behind in the dirt. "Where've ya been? I've been awful lonely without your company... Had to go make 'an couple of friends in your absence." She gave a knowing wink here to try and convey that her "friends" were nothing more than pawns that she'd managed to sniff out and coerce into aiding her.

Still though she was curious to know where he'd gone off to. There was much to talk about, lots to discuss and obviously if he'd popped back up here he still wanted to be a part of the group. That was fine by her. The more useful people the better and as good as The Fire and Erebus were... It was nice to have someone around with a bit of brainpower.

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words: 371
tagged: Louie
ooc: ---
muse: 6/10

"Talking looks like this."
Thinking looks like this...

Not expecting to surprise the woman, he snorted in amusement and clicked his tongue. This meeting may not end in an alliance of the most powerful, but he considered himself fairly intelligent and he knew that Diamondfang had a knack for thievery and he eyed the spear she had fashioned with interest. Though she had more good news, not before a jab at him and he snorted yet again. But she'd been gathering allies and members and he was surprised at how quick she had been able to perform.

"By friends I'm assuming they're powerful?" Well he'd met Nemesis and she was certainly the most powerful animal he'd had the pleasure of stumbling across. To find she was friends with Diamondfang had been the icing on the cake. "I've been... Lurking, I'm not exactly where to start or begin, where the ending is and what not." Though his true intentions had been the virus he had concocted within his gut and he let a grin creep across his face as he swept his tail under himself. "I can show you if you hand me your spear?" Not really knowing what to expect, he didn't have to wonder if it was transmissible via saliva, many cave rats had met their demise by his tongue and he figured it would last when spat upon the tip of a sharp impaling object.

"I also want to talk again about Merrymen. I think I've gotten it figured out, just need enough members in order to make it workable. Especially if the main object is going to be to gain riches and extort others to benefit ourselves." It was said so manner-of-factly that anyone listening would assume this was just an everyday conversation. Louie certainly saw it as just a normal conversation, especially with Diamondfang he was absolutely at home talking about stuff like this.

The mongoose nodded her head. "'A course. I don't make friends unless they're powerful." The little vixen assured him. That was certainly the truth. Her "friends" were only friends if they could provide her services in some way whether that be by strength or some sort of skill. IF they weren't serving her then they were pointless and thus discarded. That was her way. As the fox continued on she waved a paw dismissively. It didn't matter really where he had been, only that the end product was something that benefited them in some way. So long as he had results to show for his absence then she was just fine with it.

The little reddish creature bounded back towards her spear to collect it. Carefully she picked it up, minding the still wet dye as she carried it back to Louie. She'd heard his words as she had retrieved the small spears. Ears forever perked to listen to those things around her so she would always be informed and in the know. After she set the spear down in front of him the little mongoose looked up to him. "There ya are. Now, let's see what ya've been workin' on." Now she shifted her attention back to his other words. The mongoose stroked her chin with one claw, thoughtful. Her only plans had been to extort others via stolen items from a trade ring. What more could be done besides that and thievery? "New members are always easy enough to come by. Just promise'em somethin' greater than themselves, the chance to use their skills and be 'special' in some way then they're like putty in your paws. But it sounds like ya've worked out an even greater plan than just some counterfeit trade ring... What've you been stewin' over in that brain 'o yours? What would you use our members for besides thievin' 'an tradin'?" The tiny creature was all business. Ready to listen and throw ideas back and forth. This sort of thing was what she was born for and she was ready to start any plan that would make them richer.

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words: 354
tagged: Louie
ooc: ---
muse: 5/10

"Talking looks like this."
Thinking looks like this...