@GoreWrencha

Whisks gave CrabApples the blankest of stares he could give a man. "Nevah 'erd ov ya" he blurted, fixing his rat sized bowler hat in the process. A well dressed man that Whisks never heard of before meant it wasn't one of his previous marks, which meant that the man was either dressing up and this was some sort of joke, or this man was the bait to the trap to catch him in the act. Then again, out of all the "fat cats" he helped "trim down a bit" this one didn't seem to be sporting anything lavish or extravagant enough to grab his attention. And the man being so open about his identity in the middle of a crowd of strangers in Spite meant only one thing.

This man is an idiot.

"So wat, yur sum sorta street dancin beggah or sumfink? It is kwite da akt, wat wit da get-up an evreefing. If I throws sumfing yur ways do ya take reekwests?"

@High_Adept_Zeth

And then out pops another it seemed. This slowly building gathering of people certainly wasn't helping with Whisks being on edge enough as it was. "Blimey! Dey jus be comin outtah da wood werk enee sekend by fis rate!" he said looking around the alleyway once more for anyone else who was bound to show up. He wouldn't have been shocked if one just fell from the sky at any moment, by this point it would have just been a mundane coincidence.

Another overly dressed man in Spite it seemed. His suit looked liked it's been through a lot, but at least this guys attitude resembled those of previous marks in Whisks career as a pickpocket. Presumptuous, stuffy, full of themselves nob heads that turn away and scoff at the sight of anything less then "prim and proper". This man made himself out to be a mark the moment he turned to look toward this strange, ever growing group. Whisks caught the man's look of disgust, it wasn't like he was trying to hide it and it would have been considered clear as day in anywhere else in the world. But with the man, he saw an opportunity arise.

He'll have fun with this one.

"Wats da mattah govnah? Nevah seen a rat in Spite befor? Den cleerlee you needs bettah eyes cuz we be evree where, all 'round you. 'Ight now evin." Whisks said with a slight smirk and a light chuckle.

When the man presented a letter, that strangely resembled the ones that Manny and himself recieved his demeanor changed. "OI, youse gottah note too eh?" Whisks asked, eyebrow raised in suspicion. Was this man seriously contacted like they were? Well if anything he was the first of the arrivals to openly brandish the note, which gave him a slight air of credibility above them.

@Maleth @GoreWrencha
Whisks took out his own rat sized note he recieved and waved in the air for the others to see, "I'll show ya mine if ya show me yurs" he said addressing the others who have yet to reveal any letters from a Master.

"Well I have never been too stiff to bend for a penny tossed at my feet. And I do think that I have some of that swing on my step, so to speak." Matthew replies, snapping his fingers on some inaudible beat as to demonstrate his claim.

"Oh, you still have those? Though you do look like the folk I wouldn't want to get caught stealing from. I hope it is not required to present to the person who summoned us here. Or then there will be at least two peeps disappointed today. Poor fella must have dropped it as soon he noticed the Masters seal. I was so thrilled too when that urchin passed it to me. Woke me right up."

Seeing two others join their merry little group and one of them explaining his name was Matthew Carbtree, along with the rat-man that Clarissa was shown by the first gentleman refusing to apologise for his uncalled for outburst, she said to gentleman who was evidently the rat's companion (@TuskatheDaemonKilla ) "Well, if your companion is going to be of that disposition, I'm sure he has a perfectly good reason to be like that.", rendering it clear that she was nonplussed at the outburst.

However when the other gentleman produced his own letter and the rat-man asked for everyone else to show theirs, Cartwright slowly crouched down so that her hand could reach her letter's hiding place inside her right boot, then she shot back up to standing upright once more as the Investigator unfurled her own letter to show to everyone present that she had also been called by the same person.
Afterwards, she then said "If we are all indeed called for by the same Master, then I do believe it would be prudent to at least know eachother's names, as who knows how long we'll be working together. Given that Matthews started off first, all of you may call me Clarissa."

Manfred was slightly amused by the antics of this Matthew Crabtree if only because his strange behavior seemed to be annoying Whisks. However when another well dress man arrived he found this new arrival giving a rather rude glare in his and Whisks' direction which caused Manfred to grip his cane tightly. Anger convulsed through his body as if he had been struck by lighting though he gave off no obvious signs of this as his body and unblinking eyes stayed as emotionless and calm as ever. He stopped himself from walking up to the glaring man if only by the assumption that the master that had gone through all the trouble to summoning them all here would not appreciate one being dead before they had even told them their purpose. When he finally managed to get a hold of himself he discovered the woman was speaking to him.
@Maleth
"Indeed he does but I'd still like to apologize on his behalf." He looking down at his tiny friend seated comfortable in his coat pocket. He was a trouble maker that's for sure but he provided good conversation from time to time and was a loyal friend or at least as loyal as you can get in this city. He then reached into the coat pocket opposite of the one Whisks was siting in and pulled out his own letter. "Manfred Xavier Penningworth the Third or Manfred to the acquainted or Manny to the rodent in my pocket." He made a short bow and lifted his top hat from his head in greeting.

@TuskatheDaemonKilla

As Whisks saw Manny grip his cane tightly he shot up a bit from his position, by this point he knew what that meant and he gave his friend a bit of a disarming look. "Aye, aye easy dere Manny, easy, it's alright. He's all fur coat and no knickers, he ain't worff da truhbill." He said, hopefully calming down his rather volatile companion. Whisks was certain he heard that tomb colonists were supposed to be emotionless dreary souls. How in Neath did he end up with the most temperamental of them was beyond him. Manny took that man's less then appeased glare at them a bit more personally then he thought. Whisks made a mental note to try to keep his buddy from straight up murdering the dumb sod.

At least until he figured they could get away with it scott free.

@Maleth

Whisks was taken aback by the lady in the black dresses seeming understanding over his disposition toward her. It honestly made him feel like a bit of a nob head for his actions previously. This feeling was only exemplified more by her showing them the letter she recieved and freely introducing herself to the group. "I see...youse wuz roped in on fis loik us den huh...'oight, sawree bout earlyuh dere luv. I can be a bit of a tosser sumtimes." the pickpocket apologized, bowing his head slightly, "kants be too karefill in Spite tho."

It took him a moment to click that he hasn't mentioned his own name yet. Something he was hesitant to do so due to his choice of career. But he figured it was the least that was owed by now. Especially if what Clarissa said was true and they'd probably end up working together. "Names Whisks, as Manny over here already mentioned previously." he greeted himself, mimicking the same bow his undead friend made.

@GoreWrencha
The man either clearly didn't understand sarcasm, or he really was that desperate for a quick buck. That smart get up seemed to be the only intelligent thing about him. And hearing that the man didn't even have the supposed card that brought him here only solidified that fact further.
"So you sez youse lost yur lettah or sum fink loik dat? Ar ya clumsy or jus daft in da 'ead?"

Jonathan Macguffin was at his office when he revived a letter looking out the doors eyehole before opening the door to received the letter before he could ask who it was from the urchin vanished.

Closing the door and heading towards his desk he took a bottle of cheap booze. Pouring himself a glass and opening the letter he took a quick drink before reading the letter. A grimace formed on the open part of his mask as he realized who this was from a master. Why one would want him escaped Johnathan, whatever it was he knew he would have to go lest he anger ones that could make him or his twin vanish or meet a fate worse then death.

Being glad that it only required him john put the letter in his pocket with his magnify glass and wrote a letter to his twin that he was out on a case that he had to do for both of them.

Checking in the mirror once making sure his masked looked correctly and he looked polite he left the office locki g the door behind him and walking out to spite keeping his hand in his pocket with the letter and the magnifying glass.

Going through crowds s he neared his destination more and more he would feel taps of hands young and amateur pickpockets attempting to find valuable but only finding lint or the empty disappointment of a empty pocket. Eventually reaching his destination he noticed a small crowd approaching slowly he looked to the group.

"So are any of you fine persons the one that I was supposed to meet here?" John asked looking to the group many of the people looking quite different Some looking least trusting then others and even some non humans. Keeping his hand on the letter he was ready to take it out if needed.

As the group conversed and spoke between itself a new voice made its presence known by way of clearing a throat. "Greetings ladies , gentlemen, and otherwise" the voice was calming putting the mind at ease but set the hairs at the back of ones neck on end and sent chills through ones being. The voice belonged to a towering cloaked figure who stood in the groups midst as if they'd always been there. "I thank you all for being punctual. As you shall know i am in need of your... Skill sets" the Figure wrings wrapped seemingly clawed hands together as they speak . Staring at the figure too long elicits a fraying ache throughout ones mind. "I will discuss the task at hand further once all has been properly arranged. The figure pulls out an exquisite official look document and displays it before you all. It bears large swathes of legal binding and print so fine it requires a magnefyung glass to be seen. Several sections of the document bear sigils and script indecipherable to the eye. Bellow the dotted signing line in very clear script lay the words 'in service to Mr. Mirrors' . The figure holds forth a pen in its fingers ( claws ?) "sign and we shall commence our business"

@bossaroo

"Gah! Blimey! Wat da bluddy hell!" Whisks exasperated upon first hearing and witnessing the cloaked figure that apparently materialized amongst them. Maybe they really were coming out of the wood work. "You tryin' ta stick me in an earlee grave or sumfin? Neerlee gave me a bluddy 'eart attak." After Whisks calmed himself down he took a look over at the piece of parchment the man was holding in his hands. It was the most devious of legal binding papers he has ever witnessed. The print was so fine it made the typing on his personal letter look legible. Sigils and texts indecipherable to all, it was clearly devised to be purposely unreadable to any who would want to read the fine print of the document. It was brilliant and downright disgusting at the same time. Any poor sod who signed this willy nilly might as well be signing away their soul as well. Whisks was sure if he looked hard enough it'd be under one of the legal clauses anyways.

Devils had contracts that were more legible then this particular paper right here. The fact of which made Whisks uneasy about signing it. Eternal servitude was not something he would have been keen on signing on for. Especially if there wasn't a clause or some loophole to help work around such a fate. He looked up and down the devilishly designed thing, which only proved futile and made his eyes hurt.

"Do ya mind me askin wut I is signin fis 'ere paypah for?" Whisks asked the cloaked man, not even reaching for the pen at this time, "is it regardin paymint, or sum klawses or sumfin?"

With most of the gathered producing their letters of invitation,Quentin assured himself that he was not standing in a rogue band waiting to be robbed.At least not yet.
He did not appreciate the little vermin talking to him...but the apology from its human-host was pleasing.It did little to change Quentin`s demeanor especially after seeing some details on the 'host'.The thing was a human in disguise with a glazed look of an imbecile in his eyes.Beings reserved for pity if they were not wretched and cunning like their black souls if they had one.

As the introductions began Quentin nodded to none in special while holding the tips of his derby hat fixed to the his head.

"I am..."but was suddenly interrupted by a voice most ghastly and yet calming.It was perverse and Quentin was struck with a sudden gut feeling of foreboding.He did not like this.

"Greetings ladies,gentlemen,and otherwise."
After elaborating in short (merciful as he was to his listeners) the speaker kept everything occluded in the veil of mist as thick as the one he came from.But then again it was just part of their memo.This lackey was certainly one of the Masters own.

"Greetings.May I know your name sir?It is most impolite to conduct any serious business and not to know each other`s name." spoke Quentin as he reluctantly grasped the piece of paper produced by the weird figure.Fishing for details he focused on finding the information like contract pay,expiration date and terms of condition.

Despite the rat-sized brain...the little vermin was actually the only one asking the right questions.

"Interestiunbg propostiob dear sir. But I first must try to read all of the documents to be sure we can live fully to the extents of our contract." Johnathan said as he took out his magnifying glass and his letter attempting to read the fine print of the contract for anything that could give him clues if this is the same who also sent the letter and if they had any hooks and claws in the document, along with finally what dangers it could mean they were getting into.