DON'T LOSE YOUR FIGHT, KID / PRIVATE, FAYINA

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    He doesn't think that this has fully set in yet, the idea of being a Vanguard. In charge of something, having a specialization. While he carries memories of being an assassin, of going undercover and fighting and killing, that's not him. Would he be able to replicate the results? Hell yes he could, but that doesn't mean he wants to. Fuck, it's not like he considers himself a great person. That's kind of the point here. Darkpaw is as close to morally bankrupt as a good guy can get. He walks a thing line between everyone deserves a chance and every man to himself. In the end, he did what he had to for his own survival before worrying about others, unless it was a special circumstance. Red was a special circumstance. Kids were special circumstances. He's not that much of an asshole, that he'd eat before a starving child, that he'd leave a burning building when he could hear someone crying out for help. But his kind of heroism is stained red and frayed.


    Maybe it's his own mess of characteristics that made this hard. Dark's not really sure who he is, or what he would be good at. Maybe this would be a good place to start figuring himself out, then. The canine hadn't come into this thinking that he would grow attached to ShadowClan, and maybe he hadn't, but... It wasn't half bad. Some of the people irritated him, some more weirded him out, but hey — that went for any place you ever stayed in, right? "Hey, Fayina? I'd like to talk to you about a few things, if you don't mind. My specialization, and... A request, of sorts." To use that word so shortly after a member of the Cartel had used it makes his expression shift to something sour, lip curling, but he smooths it out quickly enough. "That's not as bad as it sounds."
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    Ah, specialization. Something that Fayina was contemplating on just removing, honestly. She had said she had been an Espionage but really, she never went on a spy mission. A real one, she had pretended to be helpless and blind on enemy territory so they would take pity on her numerous times. "No problem." Sang Fayina as she turned her body towards Darkpaw. "Go ahead."


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    / no worries, that happens to me all the time. c:


    See, Darkpaw had a plan to change that. It wasn't much of a plan, at least for the moment. He would need her approval for that and hey, look at that, here he was. The idea of specializations appeals to him, at least when it's done correctly — but even if she takes them away, he would hope to continue working along the same line. It's best for him like this. The canine shifts his paws as he gathers his thoughts, head tipped slightly. "I'd like to work with espionage. I have... Experience with that, and I'd like to put it to use well enough. And it sort of ties in to the rest of what I'm asking." He sighs and bites at his tongue. There's an actual plan in his head, tucked away. There's always a plan, though sometimes Dark will admit that he prefers simply smashing heads. Now wasn't the time for that. "I want to join the Cartel. Undercover. I believe that I've appeared sympathetic enough that they should let me in, especially if Jester can vouch for me there. I want to know what they're up to, and what their plans for ShadowClan are. I don't see the point in murdering someone without a rank, especially if they're hoping to do business here."


    Now came the trickier part: explaining how it would actually be done. "I have no control over shapeshifting — not yet, at least, so I can't go as someone else. If it would be too risky for me to get a dual alliance there, there are other ways to assure that they let me in." Namely, he would ask Fayina to pretend to exile him, but again, he would only explain that when it became necessary. "I'd come to you with anything I hear, but if you'll allow this, I would like to keep the fact that I'm there between you and I. It would help my image with the Cartel if people here don't have to fake being angry with me." The idea of not telling them — not telling Red — that this had all been planned was a rather painful, considering that they were growing on him, of course, but this was for the good of ShadowClan, right? How close the Cartel is getting to this place worries him. While he has no qualms with the work itself, they're an enemy group. Until they can promise a ceasefire, he won't appreciate their presence here. Even if he likes a few of them, to an extent.
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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:420px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]The Queen listened interestedly. "No problem, you may be in Espionage." Fayina gave only what could be considered a nod, it was short and brisk, as Darkpaw had already went into a suggestion for a spy mission. She had to think about it, long and hard, considering the pros and cons of having a good member pretend to join the Cartel. "Hm, I see. I think you should also ask Jester if he would be willing to vouch for you, otherwise, I am fine with that. But I think we should really think our plans through, how this will be executed."


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    Espionage it was, then. He thinks that he'd do pretty well with that, though it means that he has some thinking to do. More questions to ask, things to sort out. While some of his memories carried that of someone with a position of power, Darkpaw wasn't Darkknight. He couldn't do the same things that he did — he knew how they worked, though. This would be the easy part. At her nod, the canine simply nods back, knowing that she can't really see it. "Thank you." As for the rest of it, he finds himself shifting both in thought and anticipation. "Can I be sure enough of Jester's loyalty to ShadowClan to say that I'm planning this?" While some part of him likes Jess, the rest of him is well aware that someone appealing to his rather messy sense of acquaintanceship doesn't make them a friend. He's not willing to trust anyone so easily. "But what kinds of things do you think need to be planning? I can explain anything you'd like, at least for what I've already thought about."
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