Name: Nēnē

Appearance: An old, slouching yellow and black goose with stripes on the back and neck. A pair of very large cokebottle glasses made from actual glass coke bottles.

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Backstory: Nene is a legendary master thief, with expertise pulling off some of the biggest heists in modern bird history. Rumor has it her glory days are long behind her. Half blind and increasinly clumsy, Nene plans to retire back to her hometown in Oʻahu, but she's looking for one last big heist to help her fund it.

Role: the expert pulling one last job before retirement

Signature Item: coke bottle glasses

!roll 2d6

i dont think ive actually rolled yet so we'll see if thats how it works!

nope
Rolled: 4 (2+2) [2d6]

Christian @ 6/6/2022 16:32

but if Nene wants, Steve will try to teach you how to be cool, like me.

ohhh sweetie nene would love that

He came to me while i was watching the young ones at the park, fighting over another piece of bread. I always did so enjoy that. You'd think the bigger ones would win every time, but you would be wrong! Oh you would be wrong... The ones that win are the ones that are hungriest.

You wouldn't think Xander wins a lot, from the look of him. And from my experience, he doesn't usually. He always gets a taste though, a nibble, and that counts for something. I'd betcha that's why he's still in the game.

He started talking to me, and i couldn't tell you exactly what he said. He's a mumbler. He mumbles. I think he thinks he's doing something, building up the tension or keeping up deniability, but I hate it! I hate it! And I told him as much! I could have chewed him out for wasting so much time of an old lady's day! But I know these young kids need encouragement and kindness, and so i bit my tongue and spoke politely, like one of those church ladies. I told him that a boy like him should be off enjoying such a lovely day, and leave me be.

But does he listen? No. No. He just keeps mumbling, even worse than before. I could have wacked him for it, but instead i just simply told him to tell me why any of this was worth my while.

And that is when he said it. That is when he said it.

"Doomore."

My blood ran cold. Oh god as my witness it ran cold.

Dr. Liz Doomore. That's what she calls herself these days. I could see her in my mind in an instant. Human. Ugly. Awkward, with a short neck and huge teeth. She was a friend of mine back in the day… back when we were both young… She and I were such a team…

But that was a long, long time ago. A long time indeed. A long time since she took my money and left me with nothing, stranded far from home with no way back, having done crimes no goose had ever done before. She hurt me ways no one could ever hurt me again.

These days shes always busy. Always busy. Shes always got some scheme up her sleeve. She’s found ways to monetize talking to animals in ways no normal person could ever dream up, and she keeps our old crime spree so under wraps, most geese have no idea what a criminal mastermind she is. Most just think shes nice. A few poor fools even think shes a “friend.”

Fools thinking she could ever be anyone’s friend…

I didn’t hear the rest of Xavier’s mumbly jumbly talk. I didn’t care. I did. Not. Care.

"As long as it hurts her, I'll do it. I don't even want all she took from me back. I just want her hurt."

"After what I have planned, she'll definitely be hurting for sure."

I was hungry. Oh Lord was I hungry.

“You son of a bitch, I’m in.”

Nene found a perch in the warehouse rafters easily. Easily! Maybe other birds would lose their touch over the years, fly a little louder, a little slower... not her. No, not her. Her eyes may have been going, but never her flight.

And the eyes were an easy fix. An easy fix indeed.

Nene looked out at the sea of boxes. The lighting is here was terrible. Obviously, they weren't about to let the contents of the containers be obvious to people like her.

Despite the distraction, there were two guards still pacing down below, though they were the weaklings of the operation, she could tell. Weaklings. A pair of... quails? chickens? ducks? Whatever they were, they were seemingly more interested in each other than doing their jobs. Tension so thick, Nene could cut it with the knife she always carried, just in case...

It was honestly a bit distracting, seeing the two staring at each other as they passed on their rounds, giving each other glances. Glances. But never words. Never telling each other how they truly felt... just looking...

Disgusting. Disgusting! She couldn't help but keep coming back to the scene, like a damn soap. She wanted to scream at them to confess their feelings already, goddamnit! Life's too short! Too short for shit like this!

But she was a professional, with a job to do. She had a job to do. And she planned to do it well.

And she needed a better angle.

While the two guards were distracted with each other, Nene craned her neck and practically hung off the rafter she was on to get a better look at the boxes below that she couldn't quite see in all the shadow. They looked suspicious. Suspicious...

Nene's joints shook as she tried to keep herself on the perch while getting the angle she needed...

[ROLL CALL]

(sorry for the delay very busy the last few days)

Nene's old bones shook, and she found herself falling. Oh she was falling.

She knew that catching herself in the air would be a no go, too loud while the guards were conveining, so she positioned herself to fall into an open crate that looked soft enough to break the fall quietly. And it did. Nene crashed into an open crate of wig-making feathers, silently as any fall could be.

Managed to avoid all the feathers flying everywhere, too. Almost. a few scattered in the nearby area, but one caught into the air currents, wafting right towards the guards. Nene closed that bill tight. Oh she closed it. Couldn't afford to be heard.

The guards found the feather at their crossing. They looked around, tense. Tense. And then, one duck smiled and laughed, "did you drop this?"

And the tension shifted, as the two started talking, rounds forgotten as they flirted.

Nene sighed in relief, laying back into the feathers. Nearly had a heart attack. Too old for this. Too old. But it worked out.

Nene saw the crate in her line of sight.

"Volga"

It worked out.

She sent the message along, and planned her way out of the area. Easy enough, the lovebirds would be busy for the next few hours if their boss didn't show up to stop them.




Then she muttered under her breath "where are my glasses" and started to search the crate for them