03-25-2018, 10:08 AM
Icy blue hues landed upon the figure of the captain on that godforsaken turtle statue, and his massive paws led him towards the other inquisitively. A discussion, eh? Good, because he might just have a bit of shit to say on the matter. Iosef didn't care if people disliked his viewpoint or however they regarded it, but if he had something to say, his voice should damn well be taken into consideration. Otherwise this discussion would be a massive waste of time, time that could've been used in more productive manners. He didn't have much to say about Pincher himself; sure, he was an ass, and probably a drunkard as it appeared, but damn it, he was the head honcho of the Nautical Mile. He was who they answered to, and unless the tiger violently intervened, it was going to stay that way. Not that he wasn't a patient fellow—he'd wait when the time came. But for now he would listen to the way the bengal spoke, what he spoke of and his tone. Something about alliances, it would seem.
It would be strange for a rowdy warbound group such as the Typhoon to forge connections with another "Clan" or whatever the hell they were going to call them, but he assumed that in the end it'd be necessary to have at least one other power covering their backs. The problem was that Iosef didn't know who the hell the other leaders were. It was too vague a discussion to contribute to, but he'd give it a shot anyway. "It might seem simpler to pillage the others, but I also firmly believe that we should have at least one other group supporting us in times of need. We may be strong, but we cannot take down entities much larger than an invasion patrol by ourselves if the time arises," the snow-white Siberian tiger began. Despite his heritage, his English was impressive: he was even beginning to prefer it to his native Russian, and his accent had diminished a bit so that it sounded softer, far less thick that it initially was. "Now, about this 'Ascendants' group, what would they be willing to offer us, and what are they expecting of us? Protection? Little careless shindigs? Everyone wants something another group has." He supposed that the situation could be far simpler than he was imagining it: maybe it was just a partner during times of war and a friend in times of peace, no strings attached. But he had never met the Ascendants' leader before, only heard of them just now through Pincher, and he wasn't sure what to expect with that.
It would be strange for a rowdy warbound group such as the Typhoon to forge connections with another "Clan" or whatever the hell they were going to call them, but he assumed that in the end it'd be necessary to have at least one other power covering their backs. The problem was that Iosef didn't know who the hell the other leaders were. It was too vague a discussion to contribute to, but he'd give it a shot anyway. "It might seem simpler to pillage the others, but I also firmly believe that we should have at least one other group supporting us in times of need. We may be strong, but we cannot take down entities much larger than an invasion patrol by ourselves if the time arises," the snow-white Siberian tiger began. Despite his heritage, his English was impressive: he was even beginning to prefer it to his native Russian, and his accent had diminished a bit so that it sounded softer, far less thick that it initially was. "Now, about this 'Ascendants' group, what would they be willing to offer us, and what are they expecting of us? Protection? Little careless shindigs? Everyone wants something another group has." He supposed that the situation could be far simpler than he was imagining it: maybe it was just a partner during times of war and a friend in times of peace, no strings attached. But he had never met the Ascendants' leader before, only heard of them just now through Pincher, and he wasn't sure what to expect with that.
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