RED BUSTER // plotting about things

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

It was pretty fucking boring around here, wasn't it? Caesar's tail flicked about idly as he laid in the sand, a frown on his face as he watched his new clanmates move about with no goal in mind. The Pitt was known for causing chaos, were they not? Shame how nothing really happened here. Rising to his paws, Caesar cleared his throat and called out, "Yo, who wants t' visit Tanglewood or something and fuck around with 'em?" It was a mere suggestion, and he could go do it by himself, but getting his clanmates to do things didn't hurt, right?

#psychosocial.

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] Hm. Stryker hadn't been so keen on the idea with messing with Tanglewood these days, seeing that they were rather peaceful nowadays. Yet they somehow preached 'chaotic good' was their motto. Silly. It seemed like they needed a taste of reality. "I'm down if no one else is," the lion piped up. "Are we talking brutality or prank-wise?" And yes... He had to specify. There had been too many times where he was awaiting to go out for some sick and twisted patrol, only to be met by childish jokes. Not like that wasn't fun though!

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

Caesar had a personal vandetta against Tanglewood, mostly due to the fact his brother was there. Should he know where his sister, Atbash, ran off to, perhaps he would have been more in favor of attacking the group she ran off to after he destroyed Snowbound. Then again, she could just as easily join Tanglewood and be with Vigenere, could she not? "Brutality all the way." The demon answered Stryker with a grin, pleased that the leader himself was planning on tagging along.

#psychosocial.

[LUCKY LUCIANO]

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT YOU WERE BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN — TAGS[/glow]

Lucky, on the other hand, had no personal problems against any of these so-called "clans". Groups. Communities. Whatever the fuck. He was "new in town", you could say, and Lucky knew next to nobody in these parts. Of course he had no quarrel with anybody, at least not yet, but now that he was in the Pitt? He supposed that he had an allowed "open season" on any of the other groups now... if he so desired. Lucky wasn't really someone who desired chaos for the sake of chaos. He desired organization and conquering through calculation.

However, chaos and destruction seemed to be the Pitt's way of life. They were more like barbarians rather than a criminal empire, in which the latter was what Lucky was more used to. Inf fact, he was currently observing two Pittians plotting an attack on "Tanglewood". Lucky could certainly wreak havoc and send a message if needed; in fact, he was somewhat of his group's muscle back before he left them. Would shaking some randos up be such a bad idea? Everyone was an enemy, as far as they were concerned. Lucky could pretty much do... anything he wanted.

Like a looming shadow, the dark charcoal-colored hound approached the two scheming fellows. No smile came to deadly jaws, although a hint of vague enthusiasm brightened amber optics. [glow=black,1,400]"Yeah, why not."[/glow] His voice was deep, although each word clear and [sub]heavy[/sub] with his city accent.

[Stryker]

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[glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] //who makes??

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

//done!: https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?top...2#msg56602