LAYER CAKE | o, request

[FELIKS]

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Between the raids, murders and common thievery, Feliks was getting rather antsy waiting for his hierarchical superiors to get their asses in gear. Though a week hadn't even past since the events had started to come up, the older gryphon was an impatient soul when it came to protecting the integrity of the groups he associated with (he wasn't about to be partnered with a bunch of lazy do-gooders) and there were very little doubts that the longer they waited, the more ammunition that the Slavers had against them. Why give them chance to prepare and lavish in their selfish lifestyles when action could be taken? It wasn't the hybrid being reckless either, for the consequences of raids only seemed to be emotional most of the time - surely the Typhoon could take a bit of backchat in response for teaching the assclowns a lesson. Having to ask around to figure out where on earth Pincher made his home (it wasn't like he paid attention to that sort of thing in his daily life), Feliks settled outside of the home of the other, letting out his weird caw to alert the Captain of his presence past the walls. "Yo Pinpin, gotta question for ya, you got five minutes to come out and answer otherwise you're making me Quartermaster," he huffed teasingly, and oh, what a disaster that would be.

[PINCHER]

CAPTAIN PINCHER ROUX | resides in the typhoon and is the demigod of rough seas. he is a muscular dark gray jaguar with frigid glacier blue eyes, marked with scars and glowing tattoos. he is the head of the roux family and is currently single. he is known for being a charming strategist with dark secrets. be cautious around him. —— ⚓

❝ YOUR HEART IS A BOTTOMLESS ABYSS — DEEPER THAN YOU'D LIKE TO ADMIT ❞

Pincher was tempted to just go and completely destroy a group specifically the Ascendants but with all the irksome trouble that the Pitt was making, he wa tempted to destroy the smaller group as they were just a thorn on his side. The jaguar however was going through some unfamiliar motions, ones that made his entire body feel like it was on the verge of collapsing and becoming dust and decay for the world to take. He supposed maybe it was the rare moments where his demigod side grew stonger and tortured him for being on land instead of being among the seafoam waves of the ocean. But Pincher didn't want to go back, he despised the feeling, he despised how he felt so alone in the darkness of a watery grave. The sirens were clearly impatient with him but Pincher needed more time, he needed to make sure he prepared everything before having to say goodbye. He knew it was coming. But he forced himself to remain even when the deadline had long since passed.

Pincher was curled up in bed, a glazed look lacing his glacier blue eyes as he felt himself sink deeper and deeper into the hushed whispers of the unknown language play inside his head. What the fuck were they saying? He was cut short from concentrating as he heard the caw of Feliks, causing the wildcat to stiffen and force himself to step out of bed with his body shifting uneasily. "Fuck..." Pincher mumbled softly under his breath before stepping towards the door before opening, frigid gaze locking onto the other male with a deadpanned expression as he heard Feliks speak. "That's not how it work, sweetheart. Anyways, the fuck do you want?' Pincher inquired with his fictional eyebrows furrowing as he wondered what Feliks wanted to speak to him about.

❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — DEMIGOD — FATHER — THE HERMIT ❞

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[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Pincher's appearance when he came to the door was a far cry from what Feliks recalled seeing at his joining. Rumours had flown about discussing the death of a partner, the male's poor luck with those interested in a long-term commitment meant that no empathy could be shared with the other. Sympathy was a challenge too, for the gryphon couldn't imagine what emotions you'd feel from seeing a loved one lifeless on the floor. The extrovert may've disliked the isolated life he made for himself, but his blessings could be counted in regards to that particular drama. As such, very little about Feliks' expression changed as Pincher answered the door, keeping himself smarmy in the face of a grumpy figure. "Sweetheart?" he scoffed, finding the void tone and choice of words rather eccentric together - this was coming from Feliks out of all creatures. A taloned forepaw was raised, 'thumb' digit scratching idly at his chest feathers as he tried to figure out a way to word this. Between the smirking and the teasing, the gryphon was well aware of how insecure his request would seem, regardless of how silver he made his tongue.

"ArmPitts, stains o' society, lemme list a couple of crimes for you since you seem busy. Thievery, murder, capture and that pittiful raid. I know I didn't join a bunch of stepping stones, so I want you to tell me what the hell we're waiting for in terms of justice,". Perhaps Pincher was the scheming sort, settled in his room all day and planning every action accordingly, but Feliks was the complete contrast of that. A reckless go-getter, more often that not he liked to think of things on the fly to get what he wanted. More dangerous, but a helluva lot less stressful than worrying himself to death in a shack located goodness knows where. "I wouldn't mind hosting a counter raid if none of the high positions are up to it, been far too long since I've fought anyone,".

[Luciferr]

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The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of [i]horror...It coiled itself around your tender heart[/i]

"I would second this" a voice spoke up from behind the two, a visible shadow cut through with livid red eying the two and nodding to Feliks.

"They've taken Junji and Keona now - we cannot abide inaction on this" he rumbled, claws flexing idly "and I won't stand to leave them in their clutches" the slavers would live to regret it, he would make sure of that even if he had to move heaven and earth to do so.

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[PINCHER]

CAPTAIN PINCHER ROUX | resides in the typhoon and is the demigod of rough seas. he is a muscular dark gray jaguar with frigid glacier blue eyes, marked with scars and glowing tattoos. he is the head of the roux family and is currently single. he is known for being a charming strategist with dark secrets. be cautious around him. —— ⚓

❝ YOUR HEART IS A BOTTOMLESS ABYSS — DEEPER THAN YOU'D LIKE TO ADMIT ❞

Pincher listened with distilled silence, ears turned with intense concentration as he forced himself to come to the realization that the Pitt were no longer just a pain in the ass but showing actual danger in threatening his crew especially with the captures that had been occuring. It caused the icy fury within him to spike up and he suddenly had an intense craving to crush every single skull inside that disgusting group. The one that believed slavery was fine. The Typhoon was warbound but they held a belief in freedom and having the possibility of one of his crewmates to be turned into a slave caused something to suddenly snap inside of him, the nauseating feeling of his demigod power suddenly being drowned by the hunger and ambition to get his plan into gear in tearing the Pitt apart with his group. "You're right. Those fuckers don't know who they are messing with so we will certainly give them a show to remind them. I've decided on what we will do. Feliks and Lucifer, I want both of you to be in a destructive raid at the same time I go in with a rescue raid. You cause as much mayhem as possible, light those motherfuckers up, cause as much commotion as possible. With their attention drawn, I'll go in with a few others and grab the crewmates to safety." Pincher's forked tongue flicked out as distaste filled with tongue at the idea of going into the disgusting ass territory of the Pitt. Who the fuck with a decent mind would live in such a dry dump? Seemed idiotic but he wouldn't complain as he just wanted to get prepared for the raid that would teach the Pitt. Maybe he could snatch one or few and give them a lesson to not fuck with them.

❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — DEMIGOD — FATHER — THE HERMIT ❞

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[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Inquisitively turning around at the sound of another voice, Feliks gave a brief nod in return to Lucifer before turning himself back around to face the boss. Curses found their way into his mind as he scolded himself for being too loud, signs of losing his careful edge painfully obvious as he spoke loud enough for others to hear. Deep down he knew better, deep down he knew of spies roaming 'round every single corner, but it was too late to apologise now. This was a little too important to just whisper into the Captain's ear, if it wasn't public then action may never happen. With a hawk-like gleam in his emerald eyes, Feliks listened to and watched Pincher as he spoke with conviction. Good, at least he was taking it seriously now that someone had brought the concerns to him, and being able to cause some discord within the territory... admittedly it excited him. A parted beak would've been showing teeth if he had them, wings flapping in preemptive anticipation of invading the Pitt's territory, offering a wild look to Lucifer once more as they seemed to be partners in this. "Whoever causes the most commotion wins," he challenged the bigger male, snorting. Sure, Luci had advantages in terms of his powers, but the gryphon had the motor mouth, no amount of fire and fury could match up to him when he was on a roll. "Whoever leads the raid gets a -20 penalty unless they're me, so who's gonna take charge?".

[Luciferr]

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The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of [i]horror...It coiled itself around your tender heart[/i]

/late af apologies

a dangerous grin curved around dark scales - ah rain terror and bring down an apocalypse, what else was he made for? - and the dragon cocked his head with a nod, eyes sliding to Feliks as he hummed "what you want to wager on that win?" he mused in good humour before acquiescing "considering it was you who first approached Pincher on this, I'm fine if you wish to lead"

/short af bc sick sorry guys.

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