Let's Start a Partnership || Lili

[Iain Stiùbhard]

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Them that whispered dreams that only poisoned us, Them that told us lies of their bravery, Them that preached to progress, and put us in the poorhouse. Them done horrid murder on bloody stages, Them that loudly crowed their humility, Lords and dames that sung in the chapels on a Sunday...

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He waited at a small table, just exactly five minutes earlier than the agreed upon time. This wasn't about impressing the person he was going to meet on how he was punctual--the Scotsman had simply placed priority on information, good information. There were many times in where he had unfortunately gotten onto the bad side of a couple of informants that resulted in false information. At best what he was looking for wouldn't be there and at worse a trap could have lied in wait. He knew that since he was the one that requested for this meeting, it was common sense for him to be early.

Already having burnt through his first cigarette, he lit another. A waitress approached him, somehow reading this action as impatience but he dismissed her with a wave of a hand. He wasn't interested in ordering anything as he was not particularly thirsty or hungry. He was more preoccupied with his own thoughts actually. What was it that he exactly want, he asked himself. Information about certain people for sure, but what is he to do with it? He planned his steps in advance, plotting moves and crossing out alternative paths and dead ends. Before he could even think about doing something as serious as gracing Death's very own mark upon the back of unsuspecting politicians, he needed to know which one of them were friends and which were enemies. Who would be an obstacle to the separatist movement and an ally to it?

From what he learned from his acquaintance, he was to expect a woman. Some sort of assistant to the current Swiss ambassador. Small and blonde--and he was specifically told that most people would probably never imagine her doing such risky things. In return for a steady stream of knowledge, the puppeteer would use his own connections to see what exactly he could help her with. It seemed only fair for a man who lived to the idea of 'you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours'. He might be just a person who worked around the system to supply those with banned fire arms (and create new ones) but his services definitely did not end there. What was it that people wanted in a race up the ladder of society? He could only imagine the fancy schmancy socialite sort of gatherings that he purposefully avoided. There existed too many overly formal mannerisms and language that held too many subtle and double meanings that he didn't have the time to bother with.

Midday continued on and people were talking about what happened the previous day or the latest gossip column from some online subscription. They held conversations over a cup of coffee with a snack perhaps while others moved on with their business. No one was really paying much attention to their surroundings, too engrossed in their own bubble. This was good, Iain noted, before tapping ashes into a tray. Now was just the matter of waiting.

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I am a flower of the open field and a lily of the steep valleys Today was turning out to be a rather interesting day, and it all started with a an email a couple of days ago. Lili had received the email while she was at work and while receiving emails in general wasn’t out of the ordinary, it was the source of the email that initially caught the woman’s attention. With the Swiss ambassador’s expresso brewing, Lili at first only glanced at the notification but gave no facial acknowledgement that anything spectacular had happened with her phone before she proceeded with her duties as the ambassador’s assistant, delivering his drink, organizing her schedule, and such other tasks. Only when she was back home at the end of the day did she manage to find the time and privacy to open the email and, as she expected, it was from her more surreptitious contact with whom she’s been doing business with for a few months now and it seemed that there was a need for her and, more importantly, her information. Apparently, Lili was to meet with a man in Westminster at a café in Fitzrovia. According to the message, he was a tall, red-haired man and would be alone. Lili could find no details as to what sort of information this individual wanted from her so perhaps a follow-up meeting will have to take place after the initial encounter. When the day came for Lili to meet her ‘mystery man,’ she was not nervous at all, or at least didn’t look it. Of course, there came some level of tension when she proceeded with such endeavours, stepping more into the shady veil of politics and business was dangerous work in a way. There was also a certain level of thrill with living on the edge however, doing things you weren’t supposed to, but it would all pay off in the end. The email stated that Lili would garner her name on the list of the exclusive gala happening next month, which would mean Lili could rub elbows with various members of political and societal importance. The meeting was to take place at noon so Lili arrived at 11:30, found herself a table in the sunshine, and ordered a tea while she read her book. The blonde woman chose her spot very well as she could see the entire café and would know when her gentleman had arrived. When the red-haired man did make himself known, for she was sure it was him, Lili merely glanced in his direction and turned her page. From what she could see, he was a handsome enough individual, but he smoked, which Lili did not find attractive whatsoever. Today she was sporting a baby blue sweater dress, tights, ankle boots and a beret and probably looked like a student or someone relaxing at lunchtime. When the time came that she was actually supposed to meet the man, the Liechtensteiner gathered up her book in her purse, drank the last sip of her tea, and putting on her sweetest smile, she approached the man and said, “Excuse me, sir, but I couldn’t help but notice that you sitting alone and so was I, so I thought that I might join you. What say you?” Giggling a bit, her cheeks blushed, and looking as sweet as could be, the sunshine was no match for this lady's bright smile. Hope this works! ❧ w/Iain Stiùbhard ❧ 558 words

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[Iain Stiùbhard]

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Them that whispered dreams that only poisoned us, Them that told us lies of their bravery, Them that preached to progress, and put us in the poorhouse. Them done horrid murder on bloody stages, Them that loudly crowed their humility, Lords and dames that sung in the chapels on a Sunday...

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He didn't bother to check the time on his phone. Clocks in the distance struck at noon, and if someone strained their ears over the idle conversations and humming of cars, then perhaps the toll of the bells of some distant church could be heard. The Scotsman knew that the time came but thought to himself that he could spare a couple of more minutes of waiting.

However, instead of spotting her first, she was the one that came up to him.

"Excuse me, sir, but I couldn't help but notice that you sitting alone and so was I, so I thought that I might join you. What say you?" She had a bright smile--friendly if not a tad bit too much. Now, Iain usually made sure to silently convey that he wouldn't be available for company. As friendly as he could ever put enough effort to be (which was not a lot), the way he sat and crossed his arms usually kept people from approaching unless they had to. So she should definitely have some business with him. The woman already matched up with the description sent by their mutual acquaintance, so what sign were there that would say that she's not who he thought she was?

"Go right ahead, miss." A free hand gestured to the empty seat across from him, while the other went on smothering the embers of his vice on white glass and grey ashes. He at least wanted to be attentive during this conversation, no matter how small the distraction was. Shame that it was a newly lit cig too. What a waste... but he'd much rather waste a cigarette than wasting time. A smile was sent her way, in fact, he was more intrigued about what would happen next, anticipation really. It wasn't wicked or crooked, but the upward sweep towards one side made it clear that it wasn't out of joy or pleasantness.

"Today's a rather decent day actually," He started the conversation after waiting for her to sit down. Anyone who lived in the United Kingdom would have experienced the rather gloomy and cloudy days that became all too common. "For once, it doesn't look like the weather isn't going to turn on its head." What a seemingly pointless topic, coming from the man who would preferred to get straight to the point. However, it was a strange ritual to begin a conversation about the forecast with whoever he was talking to, serious or not. People he talked to started with similar strands of the usual greetings (plus a comment about the sky) and he too did the same. Then again, it was a justified ritual with how sporadic the weather could be. Better cross his fingers that his oh so casual comment didn't jinx everything.

"Ah right, I'm under the assumption that our common friend didn't tell us much about each other. Folks around the city stick to calling me Bodach, but I don't think you're familiar with that name." After all, she was only an informant. While his name might have been spread to a couple of circles, with what his political agenda, most would have gotten to know that name because they were in need of his arms and money. "Feel free to just call me Stiùbhard."

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I am a flower of the open field and a lily of the steep valleys When she met eyes with the man, Lil’s heart skipped a beat but her smile never faltered. Although it was a part of her job to speak with an array of people from multiple countries, meeting with a stranger for the explicit exchange of probable illegal words still gave Lili a combination of thrill and nervousness. Then again, given her job and her entire life practically, the woman was an expert at controlling her emotions and features so her smile endured as the man acknowledged her and she took a seat. Setting her bag next to her, Lili softened her smile and a blush spread into her cheeks because, well, she wasn’t as good at taming her bushing as she was controlling her emotions. Now that she was seated before him, Lili got a good whiff of the cigarette he’d been recently smoking but also that he really was attractive, especially when he brought up the weather and gave her a smile. The smile the man offered her helped ease a few nerves in the woman so when the waitress came over, Lili ordered a glass of iced water with a calm voice. “Today is a rather pleasant day, I agree,” she replied to the man, settling into her chair a bit more but kept her straight posture. “I was rather happy to have a reason to get out of the house today.” "Ah right, I'm under the assumption that our common friend didn't tell us much about each other. Folks around the city stick to calling me Bodach, but I don't think you're familiar with that name. Feel free to just call me Stiùbhard." “I only know that you wish to speak with me, but I am not aware exactly what you are looking for.” When her water arrived, Lili took a sip but kept her green eyes upon the red-haired man. The names he gave her made her slightly pause with her drink and slowly setting the glass back onto the table, she said slowly, “Stiùbhard? Stiùbhard… That’s Gaelic, am I correct? Tha mi toilichte do choinneachadh.” Giggling a bit at her Gaelic, the woman thumbed the side of her cool glanss as she said, “You’ll have to forgove me, my Gaelic is a bit rough and I don’t know much.” Her blush deepened but it felt good to ease a bit out of idle conversation before they dove into the serious stuff; also, Lili was hoping she just didn't insult the man but languages were her thing and he had a fascinating title. Trans: Pleased to meet you ❧ w/Iain Stiùbhard ❧ 426 words

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Them that whispered dreams that only poisoned us, Them that told us lies of their bravery, Them that preached to progress, and put us in the poorhouse. Them done horrid murder on bloody stages, Them that loudly crowed their humility, Lords and dames that sung in the chapels on a Sunday...

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He didn't miss the part when she said that all she knew was that he wanted to talk to her. Which didn't bother him. Not many would really know of his objectives save for how he operated. "Ah, so you don't know much, that's perfectly fine," Unlike her, who kept her straight posture, Iain leaned into his seat, an arm propped up upon the rest. He was comfortable given his many years of experience. Not a lot of things could unnerve him in the first place, and London was by far a tamer city than Glasgow. "I'm just a supplier. When people need things fixed or to replace their tools of the trade, they come to me. I'm no big boss, but there's a reason why people call me what they do." As such in the novel of Waverley, he was simply the Harbinger of Death. The name he would utter in the quiet of the night would have the owner dead by morning. He presented himself as a simple side-character amidst the underground world and would like to keep it that way, for now.

“You’ll have to forgive me, my Gaelic is a bit rough and I don’t know much.”

A brow quirked when he heard her say those words. For a moment, he wondered if she already had some prior knowledge or she was hinted that it would do good to learn or study up on Gaelic before encountering him. Yet, he dismissed his thoughts with a laugh instead. It was good-natured, the sort of laugh that felt natural rather than strained out of politeness. He was by no means offended at her attempt nor did he find it hilariously bad. In fact, it was pretty damn good all things considering!

"Tha sin glè mhath," He complimented, his laugh now slowing down into a good chuckle or two, "The fact that you know some Gaelic is good enough. A lot of people butcher my name whenever I have to write it down for them, really. Last laddie went ahead and called me Mister Stu-bird." He joked about his unfortunate experiences of listening people sounding out things such as 'Stew-bard' or 'Stub-hard'. As amusing it was to listen to all of the mispronunciations, it could get somewhat tiring. Few people really did learn Gaelic the moment they were old enough to start even talking, but even if they picked it up on the side out of curiosity or business in their later years, the Scotsman couldn't be happier to know that revival efforts still worked even now.

He never took conscious note of it before, but her cheeks were always flushed with a shade of pink, from the moment she walked up to him right up to now. It could be really a sign of nervousness, or embarrassment--whatever as blushes often weren't limited to a single state of being. It was a good choice to start off the conversation with idle, meaningless talk. Better now that he threw in his own idea of what humor was. Hopefully she might have found his tale silly enough.

"By the way, what do you want me to call you by? Can't imagine calling you 'lassie' throughout this whole meet up would be awfully polite."

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I am a flower of the open field and a lily of the steep valleys A supplier, eh? Lili had heard her associate very clearly but had decided not to comment on it any further, at least for the time being, for the conversation had seemed to have moved forward into a more lighter shade. When Stiùbhard replied to her in Gaelic, and Lili understood it, she smiled wider with glee and giggled along with him with pure delight because, if she gained anything from this conversation was personal acknowledgement that her Gaelic was coming along nicely. Tucking a hair behind her ear before reaching up to adjust the ribbon tied into one side of her hair, Lili sipped her water before she replied to the man’s words. “Well, languages are ‘my thing,’ as you may call it. I’m required as part of my profession to be proficient in a number of languages in addition to the fact that I simply do love learning and studying different tongues and aspects of speech. Gaelic just so happens to be my current project, as you may call it. Next I think I’ll focus on Welsh, but we’ll have to see.” Lili could admit it that Stiùbhard, or whatever his true name may be, was much more charming and approachable when he was smiling and joking about. True Lili had more or less willingly entered the shadier side of business, thus why she was at the café now, she still wasn’t completely accustomed to the environment of illicitness and she had no plans for any long term membership. Still, again, Lili hadn’t exactly asked to be in this situation but that’s a tale for another day. "By the way, what do you want me to call you by? Can't imagine calling you 'lassie' throughout this whole meet up would be awfully polite." “Oh, goodness! You are completely correct, oh how rude of me!” Slightly flustered at not having properly introduced herself, a deeper shade of blush filled Lili’s cheeks and her smiled softened with slight bashfulness as she mentally kicked herself; being so rude and informal was very much not like Lili and it did not bode well on her mind that her mannerisms had slipped. “You may call me… Lilium.” Meeting the man’s eyes, the woman face showed her embarrassment but her eyes held firm as the businesswoman she was with years of practice in etiquette, propriety, and conversation. In fact, her ‘code name’ as it were brought a touch of humour into her bright green eyes because, well ‘lilium’ was Latin for ‘lily,” which, by extension was her name, Lili, even if Lili wasn’t her true name but no one called her Lilianna anyways. Extending her hand towards the man, Lili kept her chin up as she said calm and collectively, “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Stiùbhard.” I lied, here it is! ❧ w/Iain Stiùbhard ❧ 462 words

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Them that whispered dreams that only poisoned us, Them that told us lies of their bravery, Them that preached to progress, and put us in the poorhouse. Them done horrid murder on bloody stages, Them that loudly crowed their humility, Lords and dames that sung in the chapels on a Sunday...

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He listened attentively to what she said, her reasoning for knowing Gaelic and her interest in learning how to speak in foreign tongues. He, so far, had been holding up rather well in his own opinion. Iain could only keep up a pleasant persona for so long, before he would feel the need to end up causing some kind of disorder. Perhaps it was because he was able to light a cig prior to the conversation, or perhaps the Scot just woke up on the right side of the bed for once, but he seemed rather content on keeping the things as they were currently. No itching need to start a fuss with some stranger a couple tables down.

"Welsh would be a good choice, seeing as it's too a language English almost replaced." The ginger couldn't speak Welsh, but he still thought it would be a good decision to learn on it. He held no hate for the English culture for sure, as most of his agenda had been stemmed from political disagreements against the more conservative viewpoint. However, he couldn't help but to not feel sympathy for the bubbling anti-English sentiment. After all, what was the cause of the decline of these cultures and languages? He couldn't blame the living for the things their ancestors have done, but Gaelic had just only started to pick itself up slowly and the same could be said for Welsh. It was a long, slow, and agonizing process.

"Oh, goodness! You are completely correct, oh how rude of me!"

"It's fine lass."

He gave a small titter, only because he found it amusing that she thought it was rather rude that she didn't introduce herself, and his heavier thoughts were quickly dismissed to the recesses of his mind. It might have been considered as rude for other people, but for him, the Scot didn't really care. He could be meeting the most foul-mouthed bastard on the planet, and while he might be annoyed, if it was a part of his job he was willing to disregard it. Most of the time, other people would chastise his manners in normal activities. His rough, Scottish brogue often made people perceive that he would have been wholly incapable of 'manners'. Even if she thought that it was rude of her to forget, she was still a far cry from what he defined 'rude' as.

Her name was Lilium, or rather what she preferred to be called by. The title seemed too unnatural to be considered as either a common given name or surname. Perhaps she was just being careful, to have one's name circulating within unsavory circles was always a possible threat to one's reputation. She was more worried about it than he would ever be. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Stiùbhard."

He accepted her hand, and mentally noted that his hands were much larger than hers.

"Aye, the pleasure's all mine, Lilium."

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I am a flower of the open field and a lily of the steep valleys The woman’s soft, manicured hand was gripped by the man’s larger one and following a firm but gentle shake, Lili smiled a bit wider at the man and wasn’t able to contain a small giggle when the man used her ‘code name’. It was silly, but necessary and Lili knew that, having been advised by her Italian contact that using a pseudonym was for her own safety and Lili still couldn’t determine if she knew the man’s real name or not. Although, even if she hadn’t been advised, Lili would have quickly realized that having her real name flat around more illicit figures. Though even more, if Lili dared to sit down and think about it, she would admit that more details than just her name might be known by these shadowy figures. That was a terrifying thought that didn’t help her sleeping but there was nothing she could do about it. Pushing such troubling thoughts aside, Lili took back her hand took a sip from her water glass. The sun peeked out from behind a cloud and a ray of light warmed her hand and made her glass sparkle a bit. It was a nice day so she was glad that this meeting could occur because it had given her the excuse to come to this part of town. Looking to meet the man’s eyes, Lili softened her smile and wet her lips. Well, might as well dive in, there’s been a comfortable amount of small talk. “So, is there anything in particular you would like to talk about? I didn’t bring much with me so if there is the need for a follow up meeting, that could be arranged.” There were a number of things Lili could access just from her phone and her memory but se didn’t exactly wanted to say that because no matter how coded and locked her phone was, things can always be broken into with the right minds and power. Just as she finished speaking, the waitress returned and inquired if the pair would like anything. Lili politely asked for a warm cinnamon roll, something sweet she could cut into and occupy herself rather then sit there and stare and talk. Here yah go! ❧ w/Iain Stiùbhard ❧ 368 words

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[Iain Stiùbhard]

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Them that whispered dreams that only poisoned us, Them that told us lies of their bravery, Them that preached to progress, and put us in the poorhouse. Them done horrid murder on bloody stages, Them that loudly crowed their humility, Lords and dames that sung in the chapels on a Sunday...

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When their shake ended, Iain folded his hands together, keeping it close his body while the elbows grazed the armrests. When it was her to bring up the main point of their meeting altogether, he hummed with a slight nod to his head, agreeing that a follow-up would be the best choice of action. He made no effort to tell their mutual friend on what his own agendas were, so it was most likely that the young lady herself would hardly have a clue on what he sought for. He also doubted that she would carry much information on her person in the beginning.

"I just want to know about a couple of folks. You know the sorts that sit around in the House of Commons: the labours and conservatives, the separatists and the unionists..." A bitter tone ended his sentence, his eyes narrowed just slightly to express his distaste for how the government operated in the first place. "The people vote for the party they want to represent them and constituencies elect their one Member of Parliament to represent them -- never mind the fact that in most cases, the winning party would most likely have the most votes -- forty percent compared to the shared sixty between four or five other parties."

He realized that he must have been droning on his own political views, and he preferred that he wouldn't get too in depth into them. "Sorry about that, it's difficult not to get rather passionate about something as important to you as your country." Sure, the woman before him worked within the government as well, but she wasn't here to listen to him rant about the ineffective voting system or the misrepresentation. She wanted to know what he wanted her to find out.

The same waitress made her way around once more. The frequency was something that had bothered the redhead for a moment, but he decided that it was simply because of the fact that it was her job. She had to cater to the customers' wants and assume on their needs. There was no reason for him to be too on guard.

"A cuppa, please."

He could have also asked for her to pour just a hint of whisky into the tea, but decided against it. Just a straight cup of tea would do. He gave the waitress a long side-glanced, more out of irritation than suspicion, before returning his attention to Lilium, "I have a particular interest in those of the unionist and conservative standings. Anything about them is fine, what they like, how they pass their time. There's no need for the superficial facts, as I could easily just use more convenient means."

There was no such thing as useless information, after all.

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I am a flower of the open field and a lily of the steep valleys As the man began to speak, Lili retrieved a small notebook from her satchel and with a pen, began to take shortcut notes in German, in such a method that even if the book was stolen the writings and meanings would be near impossible to decipher, a trick Lili learned whilst in university. The woman only paused when her companion apologized for his words, which she hadn’t even thought twice about. Of course there were going to be reasons as to why someone would need information on government officials, and more often than not it was for negative reasons. “No need to apologize. I will need a specific list of names, however. You’d be surprised how many people sit on the fence between parties, though their nametags say a specific party.” Finishing with her apparent scribbles worth of notes after their waitress left with their orders, Lili closed her book and set it aside on the table. A number of pages were obviously missing from the once thicker notebook for Lili made sure that once she no longer needed the notes she burnt them in an empty flower pot out on her balcony; a few seconds of flames destroyed possibly incriminating evidence. “I’ll try to focus on your requirements but, as I mentioned, the world of politics isn’t as cut and dry as the media likes to portray it. Still, there are a few extreme members who come to mind who might interest you.” Smiling at the man, the woman took a sip of her water, a blush in her cheeks as the sun shone upon her face for a brief moment before hiding once again behind a passing cloud. Tucking a hair behind her ear, she met Stiùbhard’s eyes to inquire, “Is there anything else you’d like me to look into? I will be as thorough as I’m able without arising suspicion and will make note of anything that might be useful to you.” Gah! A month overdue! ❧ w/Iain Stiùbhard ❧ 325 words

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