MR STRYKER I DON'T FEEL SO GOOD / dye

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[CAESAR CIPHER.]

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

On the other hand, Caesar felt quite differently about the clan he found himself in. To him, The Pitt was everything The Typhoon was trying to be: rough, tough, and mean. The Pitt was merciless and ruthless, already ready to cause trouble. While The Typhoon did occasionally cause trouble, Caesar felt as if he had to act a certain way there. After all, Pincher had a three strike rule and Caesar unfortunately reached three strikes. But of course, the demon was happy now, since he almost immediately went to join The Pitt. Catching a whiff of the scent of the clan he was formerly apart of, Caesar followed it. The scent had a trace of Goldenluxury and anger filled the Dweller as he went on, the fur on his neck bristling.

However, when he arrived on the scene, Goldenluxury was nowhere to be found. Instead, it was Stryker, almost covered in purple paint. Seeing the leader in such a way made Caesar relax and the demon couldn't help the snort that escaped him. "Feeling a little violet today, Stryker?" He mused, his tail tip flicking back and forth.

#psychosocial.

[Grey]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]Awful, disgusting sands. She can wholeheartedly agree with the young female, despising the dessert and dunes which bordered the jungle. Ugly, tainted, corrupted. While others were deterred away from The Pitt, Pan finds herself drawn to the group's solidarity, their intimidating nature. She may appear to be a pacifist but she has no particular qualms against violence or torture. Sometimes necessary evils had to be taken. Pan would rather play the villain than the hopeless hero. The serval's eyes scan a panorama of the landscape that stretches before her, the feline stalking the jungle quietly. There was recently a fire caused by The Typhoon, a band of pirates, in retaliation for The Pitt's actions. She finds it frustrating that the group had even had the idea of aggravating the island to begin with, not wishing to be caught within the midst of a conflict so early into her joining. The sight of smoke and ashes always makes her catch her breath, small lung capacity making the experience torture as the feline tries to pass through trees and low-growing vegetation to escape the thick, curling smell. The dark-furred fem finds herself moving out into the dessert once more, trying to kill two birds with one stone. As she leaves the smokey area, she will continue her attempts in getting used to the heated environment around her.

She notices the scent of seawater, a salty smell that lingers and stays long enough for the girl to follow. Indifference wavers over her but curiosity blooms, paws beginning to shuffle through the sands before she follows the border, ghosting behind Goldenluxury. There is no aggression that lingers in the female but she hears a call before noticing the smell of paint. Her ears twitch, hurrying to the scene to notice Caesar looking bemusedly at Stryker who is dripping with purple paint. It doesn't suit him, it isn't his colour. But Pan doesn't voice her opinions, preferring to keep it to herself. "I can wash it off with rain," she offers but one can easily see the way a smile is beginning to creep towards one cheek, pushing it aside as she looks at the miserable appearance. Her nose twitches when she looks over across the border again, sniffing quietly. To be honest, she doesn't understand why the girl had put so much effort to pour a bucket of paint over the ardent. It seems like wasted energy, a petty and unnecessary move. She isn't fond of pettiness but considering it wasn't directed towards herself or anyone she particularly cared about, Pan finds a little entertainment in Stryker's misfortune. "Who was she?"

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] A disgusted shiver ran down his body as cold paint rushed down his mane and ran down his body. A pissed growl left the male. Stryker didn't like the rude awakening, nor the cocky message back to him (despite deserving it). So far, he just thought it was water... Really thick water... The lion let out a sigh, shaking out his mane wildly as he opened his weary eyes. The world came into focus soon enough. Violet patches were now spread across the temple walls and all over his personal belongings, causing him to look down suddenly at his paws. Sights of purple flooded his head. "Oh." His features relaxed as he noticed his stained white fur, finding some positivity within the horrible situation. "I can work with this." What was meant as a petty prank had turned into something that he could... well... work with. With wet paws, the ardent took the remaining blobs of paint and scrubbed it through the rest of his pelt to ensure a clean makeover. After all, if he left it patchy, then they would know about his failure to notice the enemies within the clan, but the Pittians seemed to already notice already.

At Caeser's words, he let out a cocky snort. "No, I'm feeling blue, jackass," he shot back sarcastically. "You look like you're personally running red, Caeser." Angry. He meant angry. The lion, as per usual, was trying to seem like the higher spirit in the room and allow himself to become the subject of their conversation. "Quite nice if I say so myself, besides your comment." He was trying so hard to make it intentional-looking. Stryker doubted that would work in the long-run. Oh well. Neon eyes shifted to Pan, who also happened to notice the incident, and was offering to wash it off with her water elementals. For a moment, his eyes went back down at his paws. The ardent hesitated. If he said yes, then it'd look like he was pranked... Well SHIT. "No, no, it's fine." A smile met his tired expression while he proceeded to try and blink himself awake once again.

"What girl?"

Nice job playing dumb, Stryker.

Sike.

[Grey]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]She wouldn't like having paint all over her pelt. She doesn't like irritations upon her skin, has little tolerance for anything that was vaguely slimy. The idea of being drenched in the substance would make her physically cringe. If she had felt more comfortable with The Pitt's community, perhaps she too would give a rather snarky comment. Pan has always had the tendency to be rather cheeky in her replies but the serval was intensely awkward and shy around strangers. It made her close up, become far more detached than she needed to be. Her exterior, therefore, was compromised. She doesn't like having her personality judged and assumed. While she doesn't like fighting, for example, Pan would not consider herself frail or vulnerable. She simply doesn't like inconveniences. Her more polite nature, on the other hand, was the girl's attempt at avoiding conflicts while she still views others as strangers or acquaintances. It was difficult for her to feel at ease around a group of creatures she has only just met.

She doesn't think much of the male's hesitation, not picking up on the brief pause and simply twitching an ear when she hears his response. A pride thing, maybe. Feeling a little braver, she simply smiles and replies: "The one who called you a deadshit."

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

"If you call this red, than you definitely haven't met me." Caesar replied with an amused snort. Although it was true that he was angry over The Typhoon visiting here, he wasn't quite to the point where he was seeing red. Whenever Stryker tried to assure Pan that things were fine, Caesar rolled his eyes. "Good luck getting that out of your fur." Especially when it dries. That wouldn't be fun at all and quite honestly, the demon was glad Stryker had been here before him.

At Pan's question regarding the Typhoonite who ran off, one of Caesar's ears flicked. "Goldenluxury, by the looks of it." He replied nonchalantly. "She's had a personal vendetta against Stryker for a while." Wait, did Pan forget he was formerly of The Typhoon? How insulting.

#psychosocial.