merihem had walked for what seemed like days. he was parched and starving, and had bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. he smelled like the ascendants, an enemy clan. once, during his time there, he heard of somebody getting kidnapped by a clan called the typhoon, and he decided he might as well see what was up there. after all, all he knew was of tanglewood besides the ascendants, and they were just a bunch of weird swamp rednecks dancing around alligators.

he came upon a railroad, but then he could see the main island and so he walked. once arriving at the border, his feet were submerged in water due to the tide and he sighed. he rang the bell, then announced "my name is merihem. i come from the ascendants, yeah, but they suck. if i can join that would be rad," he huffed, then laid down in the water, clearly exhausted. i'm just gonna die here. away from nero and everybody. at a fucking pirate clan. it's better than that clusterfuck of my old clan anyways.

merihem grumbled, getting sand in his mouth, and he rolled over, white fur soaking wet and a mess from laying down in the water. he slowly pried his eyes open to look up at two men. both were extremely hot. squinting, he realized something and opened his mouth.

"oh my god, i died and went to gay heaven," he said, shocked, rising to his paws, seriously thinking he had died, until he felt the pounding pain in his head and the gritty sand against his paws. no, if he was still in pain, it probably wasn't heaven. gay hell, maybe? who knew. he realized he wasn't dead and sighed. "wait- no, still hurting. never mind, but you guys are hotties," he said, winking. "and yeah, bum me one," he said to chain, grinning now. hot guys and smokes? it was paradise here! "nice to meet cha, chain and marcellus. i feel like we're gonna be good friends."

Traveling was something that Pincher had always been used to especially in his earlier months of youth when he had only been a stumbling child chasing after the coattails of his father and uncle. In the very beginning when he had been forced to travel along his father's side, the child had grown tired of all the walking they did on the daily, his paws aching and becoming raw to the miles of travel. But as time passed, he slowly became numb to the feeling — his muscles slowly adjusting to the long distances that stretched in front of him. Of course, he did understand that not everyone was accustomed to the traveling of nomads like his father had forced him to adjust to but he didn't want just everyone to come into the Typhoon and think it was some paradise that it percieved itself to be to outsiders. No, he wanted the ones that were willing to travel the three mile stretch of railroad land to reach the entrance, it showed determination and energy they gave to achieve a goal. Something that Pincher found to be incredibly important if someone was to place themselves within the ranks of the crew.

He had been trapped inside his submarine since the morning, not coming out due to cursed paperwork that had decided to pile up on him. Most of it was papers scribbled with items that he needed to return from the treehouses back to the crewmates since they were in their second week of returning to Barracuda Bay and he knew some members still had not completely settled in due to damages to their homes. His fiance nor children were home at the moment so he smoked freely inside, clouds of smoke dancing around him as he bit down on his jet black cigarettes that he smoked when in deep concentration. He was filtering through the paperwork before hearing the voice of Caesar and knocking, causing him to break off his concentration on his work and to check out what was needed to be heard by him. As he listened, Pincher's cool icy blue eyes had turned to slits at the idea of another fucking Ascendant fuck coming but it seemed that this time, it was a joiner. Deciding it was his final say on if the stranger could join, Pincher let out a small grunt as he headed towards the border with his long tail twitching behind his muscular form.

"You must be the fucker that dragged me out of my work, eh? Merihem?" The low rumbling voice of Pincher snapped into the air after Luca, his right ear twitching at the comment of Merihem not being a spy due to stating his former allegiance. Huh, guess some people had grown tired of the mary sues that ran the snobby fucking place. They lacked dimensions that Pincher enjoyed in socializing but Merihem had left and decided to join the enemy. And that was certainly interesting as a small wicked glint sparked in his glacier colored gaze as he halted beside Gabriel, Marcellus, and Luca. His own smoke danced around him as he flashed a small smirk before answering "I don't see why I wouldn't want a traitor in my crew. Spy or not, you're free to join since I haven't had a possible backstabber in a while so either way, Welcome to the Typhoon. I'm Pincher, the fucker in charge of these fucks." He gave a light nod of his metallic gray head, his black cigarette bouncing lazily against his bottom lip as he spoke. They were fucking pirates — criminals, it was how things were and he wouldn't be surprised if there was any kind of traitorous actions but that wouldn't mean he would find it pleasing. Entertaining, yes. Pleasing? No. He would make them pay for the shit they tried to pull but if Merihem wanted in, he didn't see why not.

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Vandal finds it particularly funny how the newcomer is almost completely surrounded by men - her brother included - and she decides it's time to break the party before they all start writhing on the floor. Better that than dumping the tub of mambas on their head. "Tsk tsk, Pinchy, at least let them take th'Jungle Juice. If I had to go through hell taking it, everybody has to." The sardonic voice that chimes next comes from the black-and-green maned wolf making her own entrance, stopping next to her brother and flashing him an impish smile. She likes the chilled-out attitude he's exhibiting but knows that there's an undercurrent over the sea-foam froth his words exude. The ex-Ascendant could most definitely join but they will still be subject to all their rules. Treason and conspiracy to the captain is still a strongly punishable offense - and that's if Vandal doesn't get to them first.

"Vandal Roux. I'm the glowing bitch tha' watches the fucker in charge of all the other fuckers. As long as you play for our side, you shouldn't have any trouble with me," comes her introduction, smile never leaving her face. At the latter part of her sentence, she stretches out one wing and aims to gently cuff her brother on the back, a good-natured gesture that he should probably be used to at this point. "Well, why don' we twist the knife a little deeper, yeah? Come on. We should probably get to the camp - no point dawdlin' out here like a bunch of sitting ducks unless you all wanna do somethin' I'd rather not bear witness to."

merihem had actually never smoked before, but he wanted to smoke anyways because it looked cool. he was more of a pill-popping type of guy anyways- he actually had plenty of little ziploc bags filled with his stash that he carried from his old clan. he took a long drag on the cigarette and immediately coughed up smoke, though he bit down harder on the cigarette. throat burning, he talked with it still in his mouth. "thanks. i'm not hungry," he lied, not wanting to be a bother. plus, the cigarette smell kind of killed his appetite.

his eyes drifted over to caesar, and then to luca. oh god. he really was in hot guy heaven. especially luca. luca seemed like the loose type too... maybe he could strike up a deal later. "yeah, if i was a spy i wouldn't have told you where i'm from," he grinned, certain that he wasn't a spy. "jungle juice?" he asked, shrugging. "is that a drug?" he asked, curiously. "if so, sign me the fuck up. don't think just cause' i came from that pussy-ass clan that i'm not capable of doing your initiation-rites or whatever. i wanna be a full member. lemme drink that jungle juice," he told pincher and vandal. "but yeah. it's hot as satan's asshole out here. would one of you pretty boys show me around?" he asked, grinning.