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Blades and Dodos Should Not Mix [ooc welcome] - Naunet - 11-08-2013

((Occurs roughly two days following Saints and Dinner. Recorded from in-game RP.))

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Illira sat at her desk within an office within still the CRA’s headquarters. Long legs tucked under the desk, her tall, elezen frame was still cramped for space. In front of her was a letter, which she read while scribbling notes on a separate sheet of paper.

Antimony hovered outside the office for a time, prepping herself mentally and appearance-wise for the summons she had received. With a last flick of her ear at a stray hair, she pulled her features into a look of professionalism and pushed inside with a hopefully not too intrusive clearing of her throat.

Illira turned her head slightly towards the quiet throat clearing behind her, "Antimony. Thank you for coming on such a short notice. I apologize for the abruptness." She laid down her writing utensil, and stood from the chair to better greet the guest.

Antimony stepped fully into the office, clasping hands in front of her, and let her ears swoop back in acknowledgment. "It's perfectly fine. This is my job after all. And you are my, ah, employer. So of course I would respond!" 

Illira nodded her head, "Of course." She reached behind her to pick up the letter that she had been reading, rolling it loosely and holding it out towards Anti, "There is a job for you, in Ul'dah. There have been noted issues in the finances of some of those around the Syndicate, specifically a man name D'Themia Nunh. But due to political circumstances in the area, it is believed best to trace your way too the root through corruption found within the Brass Blades." There was a pause and then she added, "Please, read the briefing and let me know of any questions you may have, before I continue."

The missive read as follows:

Quote:This job is to be rendered to Antimony Jhanhi, with Illira Carceri to advise where appropriate.

An affiliated business group in Ul'dah, which has fiscal proximity to many in the Syndicate's vicinity, is suspected to be burdened by some underhanded dealings within its own treasuries. It is a dubious state which Ul'dah is in as far as its own security, that it has been found necessary to employ soldiers outside of the Grand Companies in order to keep peace and order within the city and its outlying regions. However, any time you take a man whose primary goal is income, give him a blade and a voice of authority, peace and order are soon to crumble. Peace is not the business of the Commerce Regulation Agency; order, however, is.

Specifically, the ordering of numbers and names in the files of one D'Themia Nunh, whose tribe operates inside of Ul'dah in a manner more akin to a trade union or hierarchical business enterprise. It is suspected that some of these numbers are out of place, and the gil in between has fallen into the bottomless pockets of the local Brass Blades. It is highly unlikely we will be able to get at the record books of the very wealthy Nunh without cause and outside authority, as he is fond of rejecting the authority of the Commerce Regulation Agency and has enough clout that legally forcing his offices to open their drawers to you would be like trying to breed a pieste with a bomb. Imagine how that would end!

You're liable to find out if D'Themia's tribe catches you poking around, so it's best if you avoid approaching the tribe straight away.

Focus your attention instead on the Brass Blades. That they are collecting the loose money from the above scenario is indicative of a much more extreme and wide-spread problem, as I'm sure Illira will agree. Illira will provide the initial contacts within the Brass Blades; please proceed directly to the most senior and likely-to-be-corrupt official you can and investigate the businesses with which he has regular contact. Any money that does not align in their records should be leveraged as deliberate oversight if not out-right illegal activity on the part of the Brass Blades. Any business with direct ties to D'themia or members of his tribe are to be avoided initially. The trail of evidence must run from the Brass Blades to the tribe, or they'll close up like a mollusc about their pearl.

A travel-period of three days is to be allotted and another three days upon arrival before you are to initially report your progress to Illira either by mail or in person. The normal time period will be allotted for the full completion of this project as long as reports are made to Illira every three days.

Please affirm your understanding of this with Illira, and decide upon an initial point of inquiry, before departing from Limsa. Do not tarry, however, for the three days travel-time have begun upon the rendering of this mission.

- D'hein

Antimony blinked in brief confusion, though she took the offered paper. "D'themia." She looked uncomfortable at something. "Ah, that is why you are offering the assignment," she said and looks down at the letter now in hand. She frowned as she read. "The Brass... was that not your former, ah, post?"

Illira smiled tightly, "Yes. I am quite familiar with Brass Blades' particular brand of corruption. You could even say that it is a little personal for me, but I will help you as I am able. One of the Captains, a Lala by the name of Lamandu Tyremandu has held his post for a few years now and was placed in his position by the Syndicate. He would likely make an excellent place to start the hunt."

Antimony pursed her lips, seeming to think on the contents of the letter, and then nodded. "If there is a laundering of money, then the end points will either be obvious, if they are unskilled, or scattered in accounts unrelated to the Blades. Perhaps invested and converted into assets. It will likely necessitate an inspection of more than just this individual's bank account. Or accounts.”

Illira frowned slightly, "That is of course, entirely likely. But that is your job. I can give you names, background, context. The actual work is yours, though."

Antimony nodded. "Of course." A pause. "For efficiency's sake, I will deal with this, ah, La... Lan... what was it again?"

Illira walked back over to the desk fetching the notes that she had made. "Lamandu Tyremandu, his post is my old one, just off of Pearl Lane." She shook the notes in her hand, holding them out, "I've written down some key points, and rough map of where to go. I included a few other names that I had had under my eye, but their ties are not as direct."

Antimony's tail flicked behind her as she resisted the urge to question further. "Ah, at times people will funnel ill money into... well, secondary holders - other people. Depending on what I do or do not find with La--Le--Lamandu," she frowned briefly, committing it to memory, "I may ask after them as well."

Illira knit her hands together, letting them relax in front of her, "Of course. Please do. I would not be saddened to see their underbelly exposed in all of this." Grinning sharply, "Are there any questions that I may field from you, concerning this job before you run off to the sandy city?"

Antimony was quiet for a long moment, glancing again over the letter, frowning at something in it, and then finally shook her head. Her ears bounced a bit at the gesture. “Ah, no, this all sounds rather straightforward. Or, well, as much as such ever is... Ah! I presume you'll cover travel expenses...?”

“The agency will cover your travel and accommodations,” Illira confirmed with a gesture. “The Quicksand may suit your sleeping needs, though it can be busy there. Just bill to the agency. If there is any trouble with something that has been billed to us, it will be discussed at a later point."

Antimony nodded, breathing in through her nose and letting out a short sigh. "Alright. I will do my very best with this assignment." She blinked and then added a bit hastily, "As always."

“Are you sure that you are fine with the job? It seems rather... distressing to you?”

Antimony shook her head and smiled. "No, it's quite alright." A pause, a bit of an uncertain shrug. "It is just that the nunh... is this D'hein's tribe?" Her ears presssed back suddenly and she lifted both hands, one holding the papers, and waved them around. "Ah, not that it's any of my business, of course! I will cease thinking of it right away."

Illira raised her rather thick brows, "Is it his tribe? I suppose it could be. I may have to... make further inquiries on that subject. But no matter. It should not affect how you conduct your business. And remember, that while the primary person under investigation is D'themia, do not hold back your investigation against the Blades. There is far more corruption there than there ought to be."

Antimony Jhanhi taps her fingers against the papers for a moment and then bows her head with some finality. "Of course. I should be on my way to, ah, plan the trip then, if there's nothing else?"

Illira shook her head, "No, that is all. Just be sure to check-in with me on your progress and findings at regular intervals."

With a nod to Illira, “Right then! Ah, I'll just let myself...” She backed up towards the door, papers in hand, and smiled at the Wildwood, "Please, have a pleasant evening."

Illira returned the smile briefly, "Yes, of course. Have a safe trip." She turned then and walked back to her desk, allowing Antimony to see herself out of the office.

Antimony 's ears twitched about for a moment before she spun and slipped out the door quietly, leaving Illira to her work in peace. The headquarters of the Commerce Regulation Agency were quiet that day, and so Antimony’s exit was not otherwise noted.

The moment she took a step outside the headquarters, however, she was drawn up short by a nightmarish sight: a form impossibly tall and thin, white cloth billowing about a frail body, a ghost white pumpkin resting atop the broad shoulders rather than any normal head, a garish grin bared at her. The figure waved at Antimony in complete, stony silence.

The woman paled to nearly the color of the pumpkin and jumped, her tail bushing up behind her to several times its normal size. "Demons!!" She shrieked and cowered back, bringing her arms up in warding.

The figure said nothing for a moment, shrugged, and then turned to walk away.

For over a minute, she remained frozen in horror not daring to take even one more peek at the monster, though she could hear its light steps move off. Another minute passed before she straightened from her cower, though her tail remained fluffed out in distress, and then she made a mad dash to the docks to purchase the earliest ticket for the ferry out of Limsa Lominsa that she could possibly manage.