Azu heard the call, and came forward -- she remembered Stryker's meeting when he took over Snowbound, and she anticipated something grisly. She took a seat in the meeting, her cold expression hardly cutting to the bound serval by the lion's side. If it bothered her to see a member of her species mistreated in such a way, she didn't show it; though that wouldn't be much of a surprise to anyone, anyway. Azu never showed much emotion; enough that one person called her a psychopath.

She listened to him prattle on; as the meeting wore on, she wondered if Stryker planned on all his meetings involving this self-stroking masterbation for his ego. She breathed as she watched him manipulate the captive and force her to take her own life -- in and out, pupils dilated as twin monsters fluttered through her mind. But, for now, neither one claimed a victory; she sat there, two-thousand-yard stare. The picture of cold nonchalance.

However, at the tail-end of his little speech, the right corner of her maw curled up in a smirk. A flash of sadism sparked in her bronze eyes, hot bloodlust burning against the icy backdrop of her mind. "Clear," she said, voice hard before the storm of her mind snuffed out the sparks. She became cold again, the only difference the slight clench to her jaw.

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      LITTLE PISTOL

During his time spent in the Pitt, Eugene had not once seen a real leader; mere temporary replacements while the real one was out on vacation or something. It was strange to hear a voice aside from theirs absolutely screeching into the day for them to gather, but hey, at least he sounded serious about it. The former yakuza hated having a weak leader, someone who couldn't do anything right for themselves or their juniors. Too many times he had seen it, too many times he had been the one to deal with it.

The wolfdog was dragging his feet from his humble abode when he heard the threat, and if that wasn't good motivation to get his ass moving, he didn't know what was. Of course, who didn't love a good ol' spine-ripped-out-the-ass action? Oh, but this man's voice was intoxicating, he found it hard to decide whether he should go back to bed and wait for the inevitable assblasting or give in and see the face of this new demiurge. It was incredibly tempting to just turn around and get back to getting drunk off his ass, but in the end, Eugene decided he ought to see what all the fuss was about.

He settled himself toward the edge of the group, slumping down so his body met the hot sand, and raised his lantern eyes up to Stryker where he perched above the group with an incredibly smug and powerful air to him. The yakuza found himself smirking ever so slightly, peering at the lion with a quirked brow; he didn't know this guy had existed until now but, fuck, maybe love at first sight was real this whole time. He let a quiet hum and stretched his legs out in front of him, listening only to hear the male's voice, until he brought up a poor, struggling woman. Gene's brow furrowed ever so slightly as he watched her fight; paw trembling as it met her throat once, then again and again until she fell lifeless by her own claws. Pretty fucked. He wrinkled his nose. You've done worse.

He shifted slightly and sat up at Stryker's last words for the moment. "Crystal." The wolfdog murmured plainly, barely loud enough for the lion to hear among the crowd.

How interesting.  Well, Séamus could not possibly care less over the change in leadership.  The endfield shifted his paws absently, one sea-green eye on [member=265]Keona.[/member], whom he had grabbed on his way over.  Séamus was uncertain if everyone meant everyone, including those of prisoner and slave rank, but he figured he might as well make sure she knew what was going on too.  Until he realized just what he'd brought her over to witness.  Born blind could be an advantage, he supposed, to prevent such bloody images scarring her mind.  Unfortunately, her nose and ears had been born fully adept.

Nonetheless, the faerie bit back a sigh and forced himself back from pulling the child close to him.  He could not afford to blow his cover, nor revealing they were family.  So instead, he tried to send some feelings of reassurance through their connection.  A work-in-progress with room to improve, but it was there at least.  Séamus knew Guru was Goldenluxury's mother and by that matter, someone he was supposedly inclined to be loyal to... Well, he did not feel that way at all.  One of the crew or not, he only cared about his own; it made leaving and slipping into other places all the easier.

He hoped, grimly, he would not have to be the bearer of news regarding the mother's death.  Absent-mindedly, he flexed his talons, head tilted upwards towards the new leader.  How unnecessarily brutal.  He'd known others like that.  He could be like that sometimes, he supposed.  If it suited him for a particular situation. "Clear."

benny, for one, was not aiming so much for leadership at the moment. he was still a bit hesitant to take up responsibility as a warlord, but was gradually welcoming it more and more. since the fall of the boot riders, the marbled fox was uneasy with power and authority. outwardly he enjoyed flashing it like a brand new prada bag to those underneath him.

co-leading with quill and Valkyr had been treated more as a fun little game than a responsibility, simply because that's what it felt like at the time. esklav was sick, he was expected to be back and ready into action in no time. benny assumed the leopon would be out for a week tops before he and the other two were given leave and his reign would continue. they seemed to have hit a little hiccup with the last part, though the fox was slightly relieved leadership was not passed onto him. he wasn't ready yet. he wasn't sure when he would ever be. stryker was someone he could see eye to eye with on most cases, and given the chance benny would probably go to stryker more often than not for his duties than he had with esklav. the lion was much more... approachable with the ideas he had in mind. at least he wouldn't get shocked for misconduct.


benny did come as he was called a least. for once early to one of these things. it seemed stryker had some news to share and different idea's to deflect esklav's. the fox sat in the front line, looking up at the beastly leader with a smug grin. oh... he could feel that narcissism from a mile away. he knew the feeling himself. part of him missed it; the confidence in his decisions. doing things with no guilt or second thought. power was an addiction that benny stick couldn't quite kick yet. it was in his blood at this point.

still, news of his demotion had not phased him. there was no harm in reconstructing the process of who was worthy of which positions. benny pondered though what stryker had in mind for their little ragtag group of killers.

guru's execution had been an necessary evil to prove a point. goldenluxury was taken back. they were left with nothing other than this, and benny would only assume word would get to pincher quickly. however the leader felt about the mother to his daughter was unclear, but benny knew he himself would be pissed. at least for the fact that someone in his rule was even capable of being victim to this.


at stryker's rhetorical, benny nodded his head with  his smile spread to a toothy smirk. "you got it, chief."