FERRARI LOVER — MEETING 11.02

[Masie]

Masie was leaned against her father's leg, kinda sad that her sister's were not present at the Meeting but they didn't really seem to care about these things so far. Even if that fact confused her since Owen deemed them important? She could deal with it, sometimes what her siblings did made no sense and she just had to accept that. Slowly, the girl was growing and it was starting to show further and further each day, but that was for later. Right now, the young girl let herself get caught up in how happy things seemed to be, delighted at the promotions even if she did not understand them yet. Most of what was spoken she couldn't yet understand perfectly, but she got the names and titles she knew. Everything was going well and she was clearly very happy with that, chittering aimlessly up at her father, rubbing her head against his leg briefly prior to going to search for CC who had also been mentioned.

It was on her way over to the small feline that something changed in her surroundings, a subtle shift that she noticed immediately. When Ceaser growled out, the raptors head snapped around away from her friend, taking a step so CC was directly behind her, scanning for Techno who was also too small for self defense in her opinion. Best as she could the child kept tabs on what he was doing, when he stood she would aim to nudge CC back with her foot slightly, using one tiny arm to stabilize herself on the ground as she did so, hissing low. That cat needed to get back in his place, cause he was clearly out of it right now, you didn't just talk back to someone who from everything she had witnesses was the alpha of alpha's around here. "CC, beside Techno." she wanted to get them back from whatever was going on, only moving if the small feline did in an effort to reach the other before anything could explode into battle.

The whole way, regardless of what she was doing after she had spotted both of her friends? She kept her gaze locked onto Ceaser, occasionally letting out a low hiss in warning. This was different from how she occasionally charged at a location Baku was sitting or cried out, she was clearly sizing up a threat, reacting to nothing besides his displayed aggression with her own calculated tension with the clear goal of protecting her friends. Unable to understand every single word, she had no choice but to make sure no matter what happened she kept them safe. Even if he was part of the group, a threat was a threat and if he became full on dangerous she'd do what she had to protect Techno, CC and the other kids.

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. HEAD OFFICER.

Caesar's right ear flicked to show he heard Owen's comment, as well as Masie's hissing, but he choose to ignore the both of them. Only because his focus right now was Pincher, whom he was glaring at, clearly expecting some sort of response from the Captain. The only person to draw his gaze away from Pincher, however, was Felix and the Officer quickly looked over to the newly-promoted Privateer. "I should be a Quartermaster before Bakugou." He growled. "Bakugou doesn't fuckin' deserve the position from what I've seen. The bastard does nothing." Technically speaking, Caesar didn't either, but he had been here longer than Bakugou. And besides, wasn't Bakugou apart of Snowbound at one point (or was he confusing him for somebody else)?

#psychosocial.

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Hissing caught his ears tufts, young and protective and he figured it was one of the raptors. Tension wouldn't be good, like feral dogs they could sniff it out and exploit it, but Caesar's own primitive noises were doing little to keep Feliks calm. He felt as if they were directed towards him, and whilst he felt he was nobody's puppet, there certainly seemed to be an air of obsequiousness as he found himself slowly agreeing with the Captain's decision. He should've been talking himself up, not talking another down, what could the 'Head Officer' offer that Bakugou couldn't? The ability to bully, turn himself green from the desire to be important? "He does more than enough to deserve recognition. He's always the one to get to lonely folk first, and folk who've been neglected and make them feel worth a damn. Not being biased is the best trait someone can have,".

Too many times laws had been twisted against him, too many times he'd called them out just to be punished for being honest. Maybe Caesar did deserve a taste of power, now he'd decided that they both deserved it equally. Once again, he couldn't speak for Golden for they'd never properly talked. "Furthermore, last I checked he doesn't get hung up over silly titles that everyone gives themselves. Only the good die young mate, you'll easily become Quartermaster some day when these folk are gone. Just take a chill pill and don't get hung up on it, only thing you'll get by bitching about Baku is a participation trophy,". He couldn't care for the ins and outs of group life, he only wanted to live comfortably so to him it seemed trivial that one would be so angry about not getting promoted. What the hell did it give you other than a title? Your leader held your freedom regardless of what position you were.

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[Luciferr]

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L U C I F E R . G R I M M

"The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...It coiled itself around your tender heart"

"It also couldn't possibly be due to your constant need to reaffirm your position over others? you have a very bad habit of antagonising and encouraging enmity towards you and others, mayhaps that had some inkling in the decision? we can't have a quatermaster unwilling to heed or play nice with his fellow clanmates or our allies" the deep drawling voice of the coal black dragon added with a shrug - Lucifer had nodded to his own shout out, the old dragon had led once, had been a vice leader twice over, he was something of an old hat at this game - discounting even his home verse's reign.

but aside from ceasar and his outburts - the vantablack beast turned his haed with a nod to Bakugou and Goldenluxury - they had done so much in so short a time after all even given their own struggles"Congratulations you two, you'll do us proud I'm sure" his head swung to feliks, owen and CC - known faces, known flaws, but the best of them indeed Congratulations to you three, keep up the good work

he might've even congratulated ceasar but alas the moulding cheese was busy throwing a tantrum and lucifer wasn't feeling charitable towards that hissy fit.

tags — [color=maroon]large dragon — hellion [5ft] — typhoon / officer — extreme

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[Grey]

Stillness. He didn't move, stuck on whether or not to stand up and leave or try and speak to the Captain. Perhaps there was some mistake, that he had misheard his name for another. It all felt too sickening for him. His ears felt blocked, head nauseous, stomach churning his discomforts. He stayed that way for a while, wondering how Goldenluxury was taking it as well. If he could read minds, he would realise they sat in the same boat - both didn't feel worthy, both had done things that made them unsuitable as leaders. He remembers the embarrassment of being lectured by Pincher in front of Quantum, Bakugou being unable to contain his sharp tongue and criticising the woman for speaking so lowly of her allies, being so desperate to gain The Typhoon as an ally. He hates having his paws licked and although he had been younger, far more explosive in personality, the memory still haunts him. It was a reminder that politics would always be a place of struggle for him because it was difficult to hold back his judgement, his opinions, his thoughts. He can't even begin to imagine the idea of Goldenluxury struggling to come to terms with becoming Quartermaster. He thought her to be almost perfect if not for her intensely selfless nature, her tendency to be ridden with injuries. Neither of them realise it but they both think and feel the same. Both think the other deserved it, both believe that they themselves shouldn't have been given the responsibility.

He was half-expecting someone to revolt against Pincher's decisions, re-affirming his thoughts regarding his promotion and the fact that he had skipped ever being an Officer. The truth was, he would have liked to have been an Officer rank. He didn't mind having that responsibility but Quartermaster was a role he had never even considered himself in. He could agree with the voiced opinion, the fact that Caesar had been a part of The Typhoon for longer than him. If Bakugou could hear the other male's thoughts about him once being apart of Snowbound, he would have called bull though. Upon waking up in this world, the first place he knew was The Typhoon. He may as well have been born here considering the fact that other groups didn't even exist in his mind until having lived on the island for weeks. It was strange to have made a connection between Bakugou and Snowbound unless, of course, Caesar was thinking of Kirishima. His friend and the rest of his 1-A classmates had settled in that group, a fact he only knew because of his friend who quit Snowbound to join him.

Then it was Feliks who spoke up. He didn't see much of the griffon but he surely enjoyed hearing his snarky comments, noting that he was far better at keeping things civil while also getting a kick of his own. He would have liked to be the same but Bakugou only ever ignited situations. Of course, he noticed Owen's small comment which brought him to remember the time the male had tried to side with Caesar during Goldenluxury's ocean lesson. It seemed that the german shepherd tried to do things to a similar effect to Feliks, to be a bystander while also having a forked edge. The shame was that he was quickly shut down by Caesar's misunderstanding. He couldn't help but feel his own spark of aggression towards the dream demon's second reasoning, stating that he did nothing when he knew that Caesar did the same. As far as he was concerned, he was at least far more civil than the other when it came to dealing with arguments. For the male to outright say that he did nothing with such confident emphasis infuriated the male, neck beginning to burn with a desire to throw hostility to the male in return.

Feliks, being originally detached to the situation by offering that of an amused comment, was suddenly on his side. Lonely folk. Did they really have that effect? Everyone knew that Bakugou had the tendency to insult others but he didn't realise the fact that he at least...noticed the ones around The Typhoon. He never thought it mattered, classifying himself as one of those 'lonely wolf' types. His lips pressed together at the other point, the fact that he didn't get hung up over titles. The only time he ever mentioned his previous 'Reaver' rank was to piss off Owen, reminding the other that he was, indeed, the other's superior. It was during Sunhaven's visit, unhappy with the thought that there were raptors scurrying about because he knew that Buckingham had had a bad experience with them. A civil matter had turned into a chase. Not wishing to be bitten by another prehistoric reptile, he offered to tell Owen to 'kindly fuck off', mentioning that he was his superior. He put the raptor trainer in a position to heed his words because it would give the other a bad name not to listen to his demands. Well, then again, this was Bakugou tooting his own horn.

His eyes then flick towards Goldenluxury, Bakugou still quiet when he heard her speak and say that he was a hardworker. He took commissions, if it counted towards anything, made sure to voice his opinions (though not very valued ones) during political discussions. Other than that, he always accepted the idea that he was just selfish. The rumble of the ancient dragon Luciferus caught his attention as well, noting why Caesar didn't deserve the position of Quartermaster rather than also join in on defending him. He didn't mind that but almost forgot to react to the other's congratulations to his new position. To be honest, he wished he was happy with the events but he could only give a sheepish nod. "That's, uh...enough with defending me," the young Quartermaster finally spoke up. His words lacked the usual energy, the usual fire. "And fuck off Caesar. If you think you deserve Quartermaster before me so bad, maybe you can stop throwin' a tantrum about it like you're some shithead's baby. You're givin' me a headache."

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. HEAD OFFICER.

Everyone that spoke only made Caesar more angrier, the savannah digging his claws into the sand as his gaze snapped to Feliks, Goldenluxury, and Lucifer's words as they spoke. The fur on his neck bristled as he listened to their words, letting out a growl, though didn't say anything to them. Not yet, anyway. Red filled his vision, and he could feel his ears get hot from anger, and was faintly aware of the ringing in his ears.

"You all are acting as if I'm the fucking devil." Caesar hissed in response to the three that talked to him before, his gaze specifically on Lucifer. "It would do your fuckers some good to learn some damn respect." He spat out that last word. "Nobody gets around in this life by being pushovers. What I do to make you all stronger. More connected, ready to fight for one another. If you don't think what I'm doing now isn't playing nice," He chuckled, shaking his head in mock amusement. "Then you're clearly all idiots. You would have never survived in my old home." Things were rough there, especially those who lived in the Seventh Tier. "Hell - Pincher himself is an ass! And yet I'm the only one who gets shit for it." He snorted. "Sorry I have the balls to say shit that everyone else is afraid to."

The Officer was clearly missing the point his Crewmates were saying to him, believing that he was above the words they spoke. What they said were all lies to him, meant to break him down. I'm not going to let that happen. Caesar thought to himself, huffing angrily at the crowd. Just as he was about to walk off, however, Bakugou started to speak. Caesar whipped his head around to look at Bakugou, baring his teeth as he stepped towards the younger male. Faint smoke came from the savannah's fur, almost as if he was steaming, but he made no other movement. But oh, how he wanted to leap for Bakugou's throat right then and there. But that will leave you getting exiled. The demon reminded himself. You need your position.

"Fight me." Caesar growled in a dark tone to Bakugou, still baring his teeth at him. "Prove to me you are worthy of your position. If I win, I become Quartermaster instead. If I lose, everything stays as Pincher announced." He wasn't going to lose. There was no way in hell he was going to lose.

#psychosocial.

[Grey]

When Caesar speaks again, his eyes are locked onto his form with the intent to silence him, to sink his claws into his flesh and turn those words into screams. Then again, he wondered if pain even phased him, wondering if the male were too proud to let the hurt cause him to whimper beyond repair. The devil. He had a feeling that there were certainly members who thought the savannah to be like that of the devil, an embodiment of hell, impatient in his very being. Anger enshrouds him. He's blinded in a fit of hatred, embitterment, entangled with Satan's breath. He can't help but snort at Caesar's expectation to be treated with respect. Although Bakugou was rude to his own crewmates, he never stopped to expect respect or manners in return towards him. He knew what his foul language would reap to him, he knew that when the time came to it, everyone would leave him to die. Then again, with the current unfolding events, he was beginning to wonder if they would remember him, remember him when he falls in battle to be consumed by the mass of fighting bodies, filled with murderous intent. It made him want to cry thinking of the number of pirates who were so willing to justify Pincher's decision.

He says nothing at Caesar's rant, none of his words holding any true weight. He doubted the demon would be able to make them stronger. No, he would only make them revolt, he could cause discord to their hierarchy and peace. There had to be a balance and it existed under the leadership of the Captain - the Captain who would always be irreplaceable. At the words of 'more connected', he rolls his eyes, only reaffirming to him that the Head Officer was blinded by his sense of self-worth. While Bakugou had too little, Caesar had too much. Funnily enough, Caesar's rage was doing the opposite of what the other might have wanted. It was actually making Bakugou want to keep his position as Quartermaster in a petty return of his insults, biting his tongue at the demon's claim that they were cowards who couldn't voice his opinion. He was spitting nonsense at this point. He clearly knew nothing about the ones around him. Feliks, for example, was more than willing to pick a bone with the leader when the time came to it. Bakugou as well had spoken out a number of times in situations where he shouldn't have. To say that Caesar was the only one with 'the balls to say shit' only proved the demon was too caught up in tooting his own horn to pay attention. The only one who looked like an salvageable fool at this point was Caesar.

Fight me. The words resonated within him, echoing throughout the chasms of his mind, beating against his chest. While he didn't have to power to give his rank to Caesar, knowing that it was up to the Captain whether to allow the demon to become second-in-command, Bakugou wasn't going to get the proposition slide. He lived for the sensation of battle, hated the idea of rejecting it because he would appear a coward. Bakugou was no coward and he had his own ego to appease, lips curled in a return snarl to the Head Officer. "I will," the young Quartermaster replies on instinct, ears pressed against his cranium in his own aggression. Suddenly what had been dead energy was replaced with his own anger, his own newfound strength to prove himself. He didn't care about the possibility of losing, being heavily injured from the battle, but he did care about the fact that his strength had been challenged. His strength was the only thing that held onto his self-esteem, let him live. He will win, he thinks. Losing was not an option for the ragdoll. If he lost, what worth did he have left?  "But you'll be sulking at the end of it like some bitch's petty little girl."

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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 panthera hybrid 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. —— ⚓

❝ A MODERN GOD IN A TAILORED SUIT — WHO'S LIPS TASTE LIKE FORBIDDEN FRUIT ❞

Of course there would be a reaction. Wasn't it an old law in science that an action would always be followed by a reaction? He watched as every expression chanted by the news that were announced and the male calculated how they felt from the briefest twitches of mouths or swiveling of ears. It was obvious that the Quartermasters announcements would be the most impactful as it had been a long waiting moment of nearly three months that Pincher had stood without his right hand deputy or deputies. His assistant deputies were good enough at their duties and Pincher was proud of their initiative of working but the hybrid was not surprised that there was a negative explosion from Caesar, the yellow eyesore Officer of his. He watched the savannah's seething reaction impact the present with half lidded frost blue colored eyes, a face of deadpanned disinterest.

Caesar had been here for a good time now, dedicating himself to prove to be a worthy Officer but also a huge pain in the ass when things did not go his way. Pincher stepped back to settle onto the throne as it appeared shit was not finished and proclaimed acceptable in the eyes of one of his crewmates. A little bit reminded him of his father and the thought made a small pattern of permafrost to blossom on the throne, very slowly expanding as crawling branches. He tipped his head back, watching like a parent as their child threw a tantrum and he glanced towards the others as they defended Bakugou and Pincher inhaled as he closed his eyes and suddenly the frost that was covering the throne suddenly spiked out to cover the frost of the entire aquarium, the tropical coral reef waters now hardly visible by the thin sheet of ice as the male then exhaled, eyes opening to lock onto the bickering and arguing high positions.

His breath danced in the air as it was mixed with the blue wisps of flames and the dropping temperature of the aquarium dome as he ordered flatly ”That is enough. Caesar, you are ignorant and selfish and have yet to learn how to adapt to situations that you do not have an upperhand in. That works in battlefield but in a democracy full of bloody fucking pirates, that isn't gonna protect you from not having your throat sliced over and over. A being that cannot adapt and shift to become better with changing times will only doom a group and its inhabitants. I don't give a shit what you think but call everyone an idiot and I'll just let them run you out. I've had enough of your insulting, if you even became leader, you would have no respect and nobody would follow you if you never showed an ounce of respect for them. We ain't no fucking passive group that blindly follows whoever is at the top, we are independent creatures that do not mind the idea of mutiny when a Captain is seen as unworthy. However, if you do want to fucking challenge Bakugou, then you have the freedom to. But that shit of you becoming Quartermaster if you win is going against my orders and you know what happens when you go against my orders, don’t you?”

Pincher calmly stepped down from the throne with his claws unsheathing, his muscles tensing under his short dark storm gray pelt with his tattoos suddenly glowing a blinding white. ”If you lose, Bakugou remains Quartermaster. But if you win, you will have to challenge me next. No going back now, Caesar. And if the fight is going to happen, no powers. An honest fight has always been our thing here so don't even think about question it.” With that he simply leaned back onto his haunches and tipped his head innocently to the side while the corners of his lips curled in an almost twisted sinister smirk. He was become more accepting of the chaos of life as death came closer to his path and if this was going to happen then Pincher would sure as hell want to spend his time enjoying it.

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

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