FLIP / o, zen garden/m&g

[PINCHER]

There was a lot to taken in when one joined the Typhoon and in a way, Pincher was glad that it was a common emotion that occurred. It helped show who was willing to push through the pounds of information and settle with a determined mind in contributing. This included the entrance ritual but it wasn't mandatory, it was mostly for members that desired to show their capability of overcoming whatever haunts them or is blinding them from reality. The territory was also a challenge if one slipped out of the whole “this is a vacation spot” perspective and realized the dangers of it. Surrounded by miles of water and trapped in a mysterious jungle that was centered with an active volcano would be ready to explode at any second if it ever so much as shifted from it's normal everyday routine of bubbling and sizzling like some fucking frying pan. Pincher didn't feel too much fear of the possibility of it exploding because it was a rather calm volcano that bubbled out magma without the desire for it to be everywhere yet he wasn't going to tell anyone that since it helped newbies be on their toes in case of anything.

Pincher had been here for months now and was able to inform of where was what and why. He knew many locations and not because he was a senior in the ranks of the crew but because he found enjoyment in knowing where was what. Despite being a rather disorganized male when it came to maintaining his items all orderly, Pincher enjoyed being able to know where was what when it came to geography. Hell, he has traveled almost everywhere in the massive island, scribbling down various landmarks as well as how to reach them. He was aware some spots had been left empty due to losing track of time and focusing on leadership duties than his hobby of mapmaking. Due to this, Pincher had decided that today should be a free day for him since he was craving something new and fresh. So the tall canine set out to wander about with his memory already analyzing the environment around him as he pushed through the greenery and into a pathway. He managed to catch the fresh scent of crewmates and decided to see where everyone was deciding to head.

His large ears softly bounced with each step on the fertile volcanic ground, his electric aqua blue eyes fluttered around the scenery that unfolded before him as he stepped into the clearing. A garden. A very peculiar garden to be exact. He looked rather dumbfounded at how someone had managed to maintain it in a decent shape but he guessed anything was possible with effort. He stalked cautiously towards the others with his nose being stuffed by the various scents. Weird. A place for hippies he supposed as he raised a light brown paw to soothe the weird feeling before turning to face Connor. He rather liked the blue tabby despite being quite out of place, perhaps because he reminded him of someone that Pincher had found important in his past. ”Is this your crib now, Connie?” Pincher playfully inquired while walking past the crewmates that introduced themselves, interested in the pond that held koi fish since he had already met Connor before.

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