With many wanderers coming into the Coalition of the Condemned's realm, Stryker couldn't help but wonder what caused their word to get out. Nevertheless, the Kingpin was honored. The more they could take from the mainland, the better. It improved their cause and allowed them to achieve their goals righteously. Even so, he was worried. With Caesar's arrival, the lion questioned his ability to stay hidden while they continued to build up. The boy was wild. Hell, unpredictable. After all, getting exiled from every group was a big hint. Nevertheless, he hoped the domestic feline would come around and serve Stryker rightfully. All he needed was a little convincing.

Sauntering towards the Leviathan's Trench, the male spotted the spotted cat in the distance. Slitted eyes narrowed momentarily. He debated whether he should talk with Caesar now or later, but ultimately decided on this casual area rather than a formal setting.

The lion approached from behind, a cocky smirk lining his lips as he grew closer. "You look bored," came his casual drawl. "Mind if I join you? I think we should talk." Stryker was smart enough not to push his buttons currently. His taunting nicknames would only makes things worse.

A huff left the lion. Pessimistic as always. They weren't stuck here. Those that came here had done so by choice, minus the few slaves they had. Even so, Caesar and Stryker could of easily slipped back into a group or the neutral grounds. Animals could tell them to leave all they'd like. Rather than stand their ground, they came to the Coalition of the Condemned to avoid the trouble. That was their choice. Unlike Stryker though, the Cipher saw it as a damning fate, rather than an opportunity to make a new name for themselves. Pitiful.

The Kingpin tried to get on his level though. After all, he understood that they were far from prosperity. Their chances of seeing their former homes were few to none. “We’re both stuck here, but life is what you make of it, Spots,” he commented. Neon eyes looked over and he offered a light shrug. "With time, things will work out." How long until that day though? Or would karma take control and leave them in the dust? "I think if we both work together towards what we want-" Stryker's gaze narrowed and his brow furrowed. "-we'll prosper." That depended on if he could trust Caesar or not though. Undoubtedly, he was suspicious.

"Caesar," he reminisced. "I want to believe you came here in good faith." His head craned, horns jutting outwards in an almost threatening manner. "But we both know that isn't true... unless this is truly your last option." If that was confirmed, then the savannah cat would need to work for Stryker's trust. Hence, why they were talking. This was Stryker's last place to go, truly, but he did not want to admit it. The Pitt would never take him in, Elysium and Tanglewood would have exiled him on the spot, and The Typhoon's leader would slice him open. There was only so much he could do. Letting the Coalition of the Condemned die off wasn't one of them. If he was going to takeover new land, he was going to need all the miscreants from the mainland... and that included Caesar. [color=#00b400]"Are you willing to work towards what we both want, Caesar?"

[b]I'm back like a vertebrae and I come with a hat full of tricks, Everybody's waitin for the show to begin

A snort left Stryker. Caesar knew damn well the more he got annoyed, the more Stryker would call him that dumbass nickname. Was it appropriate? No. Did he care? No. Quite simply, take a fucking joke. Nevertheless, they continued on with their business, the savannah implying they haven't been exiled here. Yet. The Kingpin hoped he would not ruin that opportunity, especially as a fellow outcast. After all, the feline was a strong adversary. Untrustworthy, but strong and willing to do what was needed. "Well, that's quite a bonus," the lion reminisced. "Let's keep it that way then, shall we?" In a quick movement, he attempted to clap the savannah's back endearingly. He doubted this thing they had going on would last long though.

Stryker's head tilted away, staring out into the horizon now. "Power, mostly," he answered. "I can throw in some more incentives though, of course." Bitches, currency, slaves, a position, or whatever else the dastardly man desired. Whatever kept him silent was vital. "Get me that bitchy Atbash and you've get brownie points too." The big cat was joking... somewhat.

His remark was met with sincerity. How surprising. Stryker had never imagined laying a paw Atbash again, but yet here he was, ready to go on the hunt with an old friend. The Kingpin chuckled darkly. "So she's still alive?" he restated. A satisfied grunt left him. "Now that is surprising. What an old cunt." They hadn't succumbed just yet either. He supposed he shouldn't be too surprised, but he was inclined to assume the feline had perished ages ago, especially with her passiveness. Disgraceful. The thought of ripping her open again though was much more thrilling.

The lion merely smirked. "Capture, torture, use her for our plans depending on what she can manage." It had been awhile since he had seen her. Who knows what powers she may have acquired. "Perhaps kill her..." His gaze shifted his gaze back to Caesar. Flecks of hair fell into his face as his head craned to the side. "Unless you're too soft to do that to your loving sister." In reality, his decisions varied from moment to moment. He held no impulse to kill her currently. Stryker would work Atbash to the bone first.