Meetings. They were always something about them that irked Pincher, perhaps it was due to him being forced to continue the task of being the one to create and announce them. Despite his criminal acts, the Captain behaved more like a politician when it came to speaking. Formal yet simple that could connect with various types of crowds, the only problem that Pincher found in these situations that it caused him to clear his throat quite a lot. His lungs weren't exactly the finest despite his muscular appearance as well as being in a place that was humid yet carried strong sea clear wind currents that helped it easier to breathe than any other type of territory. The bad habit of smoking was probably the main reason why he struggled in speaking for long speeches or ramblings, his throat beginning to itch for the fumes that were similar to that of a chimney's. He never had any serious problems with his health but there was beginning to be a slight ache in his chest, alien to him when he rose from his bed in the metallic submarine quarters.

He had risen early this time due to one thing. Well, someone to be specific albeit he wasn't entirely sure it had enough awareness of what it was to hold the same level of intelligence that the crewmate in the Typhoon held. The little bird that Pincher had found within the rich tropical jungle had been injured, it's right leg holding a few scrapes that had begun to trickle with blood and for some odd reason, Pincher had decided not to eat it. Instead, the canine had swept up the tiny creature that thrived in protest but was too weak to break from the grasp of the dog. After managing to patch it's leg up, Pincher had been planning to set it out back into the wilderness but this time, it seemed the kiwi did not wish to leave his side while he worked. It followed his footsteps in delicate limps and after only a few hours, the pirate had taken a warming to it. Perhaps it was because it somewhat filled the hole that Bonnie had left in his heart, the macaw no longer alive due to reasons that Pincher could not connect together.

So, the sight of a towering obsidian doberman heading towards the tunnel that lead to the Deep Sea Dome and was being followed by a coffee brown flightless bird was certainly odd. Pincher could hear the conch be blown for everyone in the Typhoon to know that it was time for a meeting and Pincher went to settle on the throne, the ivory bandages around his skull due to his fracture now gone as he had healed...or well, felt like he did. He had headaches every now and then but it was something he was becoming used to as time passed. The kiwi that Pincher had decided to name Penny, was now attempting to jump onto the throne but was too small, it's call now becoming desperate and echoing in the glass dome. Pincher rolled his electric blue eyes and leaned down to pull it onto the chair where it began to snuggle on his side though Pincher ignored it as he decided to focus on starting the meeting when enough members arrived.

"Alrighty, meeting number...what? Seven? Who the hell knows. Anyways, I would like to start off with something that I've been planning for a while. I've decided to set up a new tradition that is known as cloaks and charms. If the name isn't obvious, it focuses on having members creating a cloak for themselves that help represent who they are or what they believe in. The cloaks are not a requirement to wear around all the time but it is preferred to be used when going out in raids because they will be made from a sturdy fabric that can only be found here. Next thing is the charms. The charms are requirements, well specifically the bracelets. Everyone that is in the Typhoon must have them because it connects to the title system that I have recently set up. The skull charms aren't the only thing that can be added to the bracelets, you can whatever miscellaneous charm you desire." Pincher raised his left foreleg to show a simple sturdy leather black bracelet around his paw, holding a single charm which was a blue waterdrop. Settling the paw back down, the Captain went to jump to the rest of the information he needed to spill.

"Vanessa is holding the weekly tasks/ooc prompts this week so go get one if you haven't now. Better than just being lazy fucks, I'll say. There is also a prank war that you can sign up to that will be started on Friday so if you want to join the fun. Now here, comes warnings because some of my high positions don't seem to be doing their job. Sekai, this is your final warning. If you don't start showing your face around, I'll have to demote you. Argus and Krataa get warnings. I need you guys to start picking up the pace. Keona, I'd like to pick up your activity a bit but this is simply a light warning for you." He was slightly disappointed with the ones he called out but hoped this would be a wakeup call for them as he eyed the crewmates. With a slight nod, he cleared his throat and decided to focus on the silver linings. "Vanessa, you get a shoutout for your contribution to this crew, good job. I would like to give Caesar the promotion to rise from Privateer and to become an Officer alongside Argus. If you accept the offer, get your ass here and take a cup. Goldenluxury and Cronas, you two are quite young but have shown remarkable potential for your age, you are promoted to Strikers." He allowed a ghost of a smirk to grace his lips when he spoke his daughter's name, proud that she was contributing to her home as well as Cronas, the child was rather peculiar but so was everyone in the Typhoon. He pushed the three wooden cups forward that were filled with the relaxing yet bitter juice of kava.

"Other things to note is the choice awards are still open and I've set up the title system for you to track so you are aware of what skull charms are what. I will also be setting up a guild tracker system soon because this will help me see who is most comfortable in which field. Also regarding the 'war' that we have with Tanglewood, they are no longer a focus for the Typhoon. They're boring as fuck and I've lost interest so instead you can either not cause any trouble or continue to, it's your choice. Also iff you have any shit to spill here, go ahead and say it. Other than that, meeting is dismissed." With that, Pincher stepped off the throne with the kiwi now laying on his back. He still had some ideas of how to get the Typhoon into what he desired but for now, he was satisfied with everything.

SUMMARY —
new tradition of cloak and charms is added to the guide!
vanessa is holding weekly tasks/ooc prompts this week
final warning to [member=256]sekai skywalker.[/member]
warning to [member=218]ARGUS[/member] and [member=290]THE EMPEROR.[/member]
light warning to [member=265]Keona.[/member]
[member=590]CAESAR CIPHER.[/member] is promoted to Officer, congratulations!
[member=48]goldenluxury[/member] & [member=885]cronas[/member] are promoted to Strikers, congratulations!
Shoutout to [member=914]Vanessa,[/member] for the good work
Pincher has decided that Tanglewood is no longer a focus enemy for Typhoon
June choice awards are still going!
Set up a prank war, go check it out (^;
Title system is up!