Usually the meeting was held during the early rise of the sun, Pincher tending to be a very early riser due to the habit being implemented on him when he was only just a child. He could easily recall his father sinking his teeth into his scruff and dragging him out of his temporary bed of moss, the memory still fresh with Pincher recalling how his father had always told him that the “early bird gets the worm and you for desert”. The threat had terrified the young captain as a kid but now, it only was a simple saying that Pincher would hum to himself when he was locked inside his submarine quarters, mumbling to himself on what should be implemented or what should be ignored for now. He was an extreme planner, enjoying the ability to create new plans that would help him achieve whatever goal he wanted at the moment. Currently, the male had a bit of trouble with being able to actually get the plans rolling but after a decent amount of time and planning, Pincher was able to finally do a right schedule for what he wanted to do. As the male finished his work, he was startled by how much time he spent on the meeting as he glanced at his window to notice the darkness that etched the sky instead of the usual brilliant sapphire blue that splattered the heavens above.

”Shit!” the lean canine stated with his long ears pulling back in an embarrassed expression, his sitting figure jumping up so he was standing in a rigid stance. Glancing around, the charcoal colored pirate caught Bonnie resting with her head tucked inside her colorful wing. ”BonBon, wake the fuck up and sound the meeting alarm.” He ordered hurriedly towards her as he slid his dark sleek armband into his foreleg. Bonnie refused to move at first, her closed eyelid peeling open a little so she could glare at him before rising from her sleeping position, mocking the order that Pincher had given her. Of course, the banter was ignored by the doberman pinscher as he headed towards the door of the submarine, his caramel paws softly thumping on the dense red rug that coated the floor. Stepping out, he felt the rush of cold night winds slice into his flesh, causing the male to shiver ever so slightly but Pincher focused on walking towards the aquarium, his long limber legs able to carry him quickly to the destination while Bonnie soared to the sky and began to shriek “meeting!” so everyone knew what today was.

Once Pincher had slipped through the aquarium tunnel that lead to the underwater dome, he noticed that the brightness that was usually surrounding them had gone down, dark cobalt blue waters now mostly hiding whatever was in these dangerous waters. Yet, he was used to such sense of uncomfortableness as the canine sat upon the worn throne, laying calmly on it while he waited. When enough crewmates had decided to show up, Pincher decided to begin. ”Alrighty, let’s get this show on the road. First of all, I would like to begin with a good old reminder that I am currently holding weekly tasks/ooc prompts. If you’re interested in actually doing some fucking work around here, check it out. Fresh meat can check it out, that being Krataa, Lust, and Greed. Kind of wild we have two new members that are named after two of the deadly sins but hey, that’s none of my business. Krataa here is quite a decent fellow to talk to so be nice and don’t steal from any of them.” Pincher stated with a sly grin faintly tracing his jaws before deciding to jump to the next stone of his announcements. ”I would like to give shoutouts to Ilijas, Beatrice, Keona, and Greed. Not bad for a couple of rookies, keep it up and you might be rising up these weird ass ranks. Speaking of ranks, I would like to make some promotions around here. Lilyspoise, you’ve down more than your fair share of work and have a decent healing talent, I don’t see why I shouldn’t promote you to Witch Doctor. Congrats Doc, you earned it, just try not to mistake our jungle juice for water again.” He raised a fictional eyebrow, piercing aquamarine blue eyes holding a brief flicker of warning before focusing on the rest of the promotions. ”Caesear, ya mind becoming a Striker for us? You seem like a Striker to me. Sekai as well, you have been around and I’ve noticed. Congratulations and salud!” As usual, the drink for promotions was sitting beside him as Pincher placed the three cups on the floor and pushed them forward to the newly promoted to drink, the nonalcoholic liquid filled with something that eased the nerves.

Once that was settled, Pincher decided to go into the deep end of the pool. ”Demotions since some higher ups haven’t been around as I’d hoped they would. Guru and Georgie are demoted. Argus, you don’t receive a warning but I do miss your scary ass face so I’d like you to hold tryouts for a privateer or two if there are any good fighters around, this war ain’t over as there is a raid in Tanglewood, go now if you haven’t already. Lily, for your first task as a doctor, I’d like you to also hold tryouts for Voodoo Nurses, see if anyone here can actually save a life besides you.” The doberman ordered, pointed velvety ears pricked as he glanced around, observing the expressions of his crew before adding in a lighter tone, ”Also I set up a rave party for us and Snowbound! Go wild in it, just don’t be a party pooper. This means that I need a volunteer to go send the invite to Snowbound. Don’t whine, it ain’t that far of a walk. And recently the Ascendants decided to drop their alliance with us and then their leader died, what a conicidence, eh?” A wicked playful chuckle escaped his jaws as Pincher was messing around with the idea that he had been involved with the leader’s death but he gave a light shake of his head as if to deny any suspicions that may have stirred in the minds of the other pirates. ”Lilyspoise, if you don’t mind sending my condolences to the Ascendants for their loss, I’d really appreciate it. If they deny our little gift basket of sorrow then bring it back, I ain’t wasting our resources to stuck up bitches. Other than that, meeting is done and over with unless anyone has any questions or concerns. Oh, before I forget, there will be a special meet and greet tomorrow on the Tempest — if anyone doesn’t fucking know, it’s the damn giant ship at our shore.” With that, Pincher stepped off the throne though he remained just in case there needed to be anything said or done.

SUMMARY —
welcome new joiners! > Krataa / Greed / Lust
shoutouts to Ilijas / Beatrice / Greed! keep it up!
promotions to Caesar & Sekai to Strikers / Lilyspoise to Witch Doctor! Great job, guys!!
demotions to Guru and Georgie
Argus can go make tryouts for Privateers
Lilyspoise can go make tryouts for Nurses + visit Ascendants
Weekly tasks + OOC prompts are up!
Check out the raid please! (it's purposely private)
Rave party + volunteer needed to go send invite to Snowbound
Check out Hero/Villian week!

fate or finality

Lioness ✦ The Typhoon ✦ Striker ✦ tags

Ah, yes. Was it her first meeting or her second one? The cub could not tell that well, time just seem to blend in so much for her. The lioness listened, humming. Ah, so Krataa was nice? She'd have to keep her eyes on him. Wait... what? She was promoted? An almost unhealthy feeling of pride swarmed over her, a small smile upon her maw. However, she had to tell the others.. “Congratulations! And condolences to those demoted.”

//all is noted!