THE KING'S KILLER — meeting 04.07

[PINCHER]

the devil's backbone

DENIZ "PINCHER" ROUX — MALE — THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — DOBERMAN

Ah, it seemed that another week had decided to fly by and Pincher knew it was time to one of his "leader" duties and responsibilities. He had been deciding to do a quick mini meeting but after observing his crewmates, he had noticed some members that had showed enough initative that he knew that they deserved to be recognized — more than a shoutout. And besides, there had been a sudden swell of new faces that he needed to point out since he did not want to forget names if he ever confronted them. The laidback thug had been sunning himself in the perfect beach weather, his long limbs stretched out while he lay on a hammock. It slowly rocked him back and forth that was pulling him into a desire to sleep but Pincher gave his head a quick shake and reminded himself that he needed to do his part in the Typhoon. His responsibility forced him out of the hammock, dragging his sleepy figure out of the comfort and pulling him towards the stranded submarine. As he reached his home, Captain locked his gaze onto Bonnie who appeared quite busy easy a juicy piece of milk white coconut. Bonnie noticed Pincher and let out a small mimicking hiss from a cat while spreading her wings open in a defiant expression. Pinch wrinkled his nose and growled "Hey now, it's only one time a week. It only takes you a few minutes so go on now and you can finish your fruit later." His scarlet macaw muttered a few foul curse words under her breath before dropping her fruit onto her bowl and lifting herself to the clear cerulean skies. While Bonnie sounded the alarm for meeting all over the island for crewmates to know it was time, Pincher took the freedom to snatch up a tasty looking crab by it's limb and heading over to the Deep Sea Dome.

Reaching the cave entrance and slipping into the tunnel that lead to the dome, Pincher hummed softly while ignoring the struggling wiggles from the crab that wanted to be released. Of course, the obsidian doberman was not going to do that and he hoped that the dumbass thing figured that out eventually. He was half tempted to sit in one of the many bean bag chairs inside the aquarium dome but forced himself to hop onto the throne, his jaws still locked onto his living snack while he waited for members to swarm in for the weekly news and decisions. While he waited, Pincher allowed a small shroud of dark thoughts to settle over his mind and his facial features, the coy smirk he usually had plastered onto his face turned into a deep frown as he parted his jaws slightly and allowed the crab to tumble to the marble ground with a wet thump!. It had fallen onto it's back, it's awkward limbs flailing in the air while it tried to balance itself back to it's normal position. Pincher observed with hooded terrifying cold sapphire daggers for eyes. He was thinking of the risks of declaring war on Tanglewood, knowing that there were some members that were unfit for such a dramatic event. As careless as he portayed himself to be, the real Pincher was a thinker and his head always swam with the risks and rewards of any action he allowed himself to demonstrate. Already, he had a plan and ideas in his brainstorming but knew it was better to first focus on the meeting, to focus on the present. Forcing his attention back to the meeting, he blinked in faint surprise when he noticed that some members had already arrived and were awaiting for things to get rolling. Pincher's shark-like teeth began to show as he allowed a clever grin to be placed back onto his jaws as he rose from his laying position to a sitting one.

"Hello, ya filthy pirates! Glad to see none of you became a shark's lunch. Now let's get this shit rolling with, shall we?" He greeted everyone with his galactic blue colored right eye squinting to a quick wink before briefly turning his attention downwards to the crab, glad to see it was still scrambling. A faint ghost of a chuckle escaped his throat as he began "Guess what, guys! I actually finally get to promote some of ya! About to damn time, I am not a freak of nature that has like twenty pair of eyes to supervise all of you. So, if your name is called, step forward and I will do the whole ceremonial shit I've been really excited to do. Argus, Papercutter, and finally Guru. You three have been doing some pretty decent work around here and impressing me. I welcome you to the Strikers." Pincher glanced up as he heard the flapping wings, managing to spot Bonnie coming with the vase that held the liquid of Kava. She tipped it over enough to allow each cup to be filled with the bitter liquid before setting it down on the arm of the throne. The Captain then pushed the cups in front of him for the three promoted members to drink. "Bula!" He shouted, knowing the tradition and hitting the floor with his paw three times. Hopefully the Strikers would know to hit the ground once before taking the drink.

After this had been commenced, Pincher leaned back to press his lean back against the throne, feeling the cool metal carvings create shivers that rolled down his spine as the doberman decided to bring out his switchblade and slam it down onto the crab that had finally flipped itself back to it's leg, piercing it's body and nailing it to the marble ground. It writhed and tried to escape but Pinch refused to let it go as he snapped his ocean blue eyes to the others. "Now, we will wait for the fuckers that come late to the meeting because I need all of you to hear what I am going to say." The same dark stormy expression settled back onto his scarred facial features, the warm sea colored eyes sharpening to appear almost ice-like.

( I've decided for promotions, members that were promoted will do the kava ceremony! The kava ceremony is usually for visitors but I thought it would be a neat tradition for the promoted since the nonalcoholic drink is made to feel someone mellow and relaxed, to ease up the tension of taking up responsibility. These are the steps of Kava ceremony: Promoted members hit the ground once / Promoted say: "Bula!" before drinking / Promoted drink in one gulp / Captain hits the ground three times. I hope you guys like it! After a few replies, part 2 of the meeting will be added!)
"SPEECH"

#psychosocial.

[Guru]

MANICURES AND PEDICURES, I'M ALWAYS TIP TOP
Another meeting. How interesting for Pincher to do. As she wandered over, she kept her ears open for any of the swelling drama, but instead found herself indulged in something that involved her. And... it was positive.

'A promotion?' she questioned to herself. 'Well, I'll be damned, sweetie. Looks like I've been doing some good work around here...' Guru was thoroughly shocked by the promotion, but kept her mouth shut. With her recent actions, she figured Pincher wouldn't be too happy and would instead punish her, but it seemed like she was wrong on that note. Being his child bearer had his perks, she supposed. The thought just made a smirk curl upon her lips as she came to a pause at the front of the captain's throne.

The drink sputtered in front of her at the captain's word. Her paw slammed at the ground, it's sound booming across the meeting hall. "BULA!" she roared at the top of her lungs. With her free paw, she grabbed the drink and took it like a shot, despite it's nonalcoholic entities. When that was done, she stepped away and went back into the crowd without another word to Pincher or her fellow Strikers, as there were still things to address.

[ARGUS]

YOU'LL KNOW I WASN'T JOKING WHEN YOU SEE THEM TOO

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Argus followed along bonnie's cry, the distict smell of fruit drifting from the colorful birb makeing it's scent easier to trace back to the meeting place. Afterall they were in a different setting. Dull red eyes watching as Pincher settled on the throne and she couldn't help but smirk at that, a little challenge glinted into her eyes that was entirely fond.  Other's followed her- either tracing bonnie's scent or following along with her to the meeting.

She and other's settled around the leader. Voices quieting as he started to speak up, red eyes focusing back towards the leader instead of the crew members. She was startled a little after her name was called. Promotion? The clan was new, and slots needed to be filled rather quickly- she understood that. It just showed that the leader trusted her, and that felt a little humbling if anything else.

The drinks were offered, and she hit the ground before attempting to take it. Claws striking the earth and ironed talons creating an edge to the hit that would leave others ear's ringing. "Bula!" Finally, she took the drink, dull red eyes bright even as the drug took its hold. Body relaxing under it's steady insisting.

It was quite a drug, Argust felt herself admitting, feeling how her wings seemed to drop from where they usually settling higher on her back now almost to the floor. A smile on her face as she muttered a "Thank you". She stayed where she was though, did not hide back along her crewmates and awaited by the thrown for the leader's next announcements.

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[Verdigris]

  Curses, there was that parrot again. At least this time, the jackal was sort of expecting it, given that it had been a week since the last time he'd heard it. Descending from the trees, Papercutter headed towards the dome, albeit a bit quicker than he had the last time; while gaining a reputation for being late might have its uses in, say, the city, it would do more harm than good here. Arriving next to Guru and Argus, he glanced up at Pincher, internally wondering if the throne was anywhere near as comfortable as the beanbags. The show of power would be well worth any stiffness, at least in the jackal's mind, but the stiffness would be severe.

  The mention of promotions regained his attention, only for the call of his name to almost send him into another trance of confusion. He had already proven himself worthy of a position, even if it was only a few rungs up the ladder... he wouldn't say so aloud, but he still found that hard to believe.

  Even so, he would gladly take the opportunity he was being offered. With a grin, Paper struck the ground firmly with one paw and shouted, "Bula!" Then, with a quick glance at the drink to ascertain that its color was different from the drug cocktail he'd taken the first night- one could never be too sure- he took the cup with the other paw and downed its contents.

  This drink took hold far more quickly than the hallucinogens had, but the effects were far less unpleasant, the cool liquid calming every muscle in his body. With a small nod, the jackal sat back down beside Argus, but remained at attention; whatever was next, it was probably important.

[georgie]

Georgie swallowed after a yawn so big you could’ve fit a planet on her tongue. It wasn’t brought on by the meeting; she was still tired from her ritual night. Sleep hadn’t been wasy to achieve following the ordeal. She was at her best and brightest regardless. Something close to it, anyway.

“[color=#d4af37]Omigosh! Congratulations you three! Good job, I love you!” She cheered for Argus, Papercutter, and Guru, teeth flashing when they closed into a cheek-aching smile. She quieted down soon enough, hearing that something important was to come.

[Luciferr]

//Should I just track? Since technically he didn't join till after (I can always edit in a rep,y otherwise).