HARD TIMES | o, joining

[PINCHER]

There were times like this that Pincher really wished he had stayed at home with Goldie especially because he was aware how nervous his daughter appeared when she was not there for her to spot. He could understand her point of view, due to the trauma of seeing her father's corpse. So he didn't want to stay out too long but sadly he was forced into slipping into the night to head for the blood of any victims that weren't from the Typhoon. Luckily, he had managed to explain to the shrieking wails inside his head that he would not injure or murder any of his crewmates so they would have to deal with him going out into other territories and taking lives there. It tired him and brought guilt because Pincher was not fond of becoming a hitman, especially to do the bidding of magical forces that he could not even see.

His cool glowing aqua blue eyes widened ever so slightly, tar black pupils locked onto the plasma horns that now caused the pale emerald gaze of the stranger to glow. What the hell? He kept a calm expression stitched to his face though his upper lip slightly curled to reveal shark-like teeth ready to tear if Alpha was here to seek chaos in the volcanic island. Yet he seemed to introduce himself in a way that allowed Pincher to slowly relax from his jumpy paranoia of possible threats. A9? He raised a fictional eyebrow, quirking up with confusion. "A9? Sounds like a name you give an experiment." He wasn't dumb. There were creatures that were products of twisted science by humans or other creatures, he had met some before but not enough to truly understand what their purpose was. Some continued their missions while others decided to define themselves and not struggle with the burden of being considered something that they had never asked to become. His head tipped to the side, long silver rays of the moon outlining his face as he heard the name. Alpha. And then the smaller figure began to question where he was causing an amused glint to spark in his vibrant gaze. "Sound tragic indeed, sorry that happened to ya. But if you do need a place then I guess the Typhoon would be good. Like you said, you intend to pull your weight around here so I better see that, Alfie. By the way, name's Pincher. I'm the captain of the Typhoon aka the fucker in charge of you fucks." He rumbled, giving a faint tip of his head towards the slender male but before he could speak more about how things were done, he felt slight movement and glanced down.

Cronas. The young Striker was certainly a specimen of curiosity for Pincher. He didn't seem like what generic kids were considered as. He didn't seem to have much emotions or perhaps lacked in showing them. However, his attention briefly focused on the powder gray child as Pincher's vibrant gaze narrowed to slits as he breathed "Cronas, the hell are you doing out here?" He hoped the child had not stumbled upon anything dangerous and it seemed luck was on his side because the child did not appear injured nor disturbed. Allowing his tense figure to slowly loosen his muscles beneath his sleek onyx colored pelt, Pincher's gaze snapped back towards Alpha as he tipped his head towards Cronas as he added "This is Cronas by the way." He wondered how these two oddities would interact.

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