08-02-2018, 11:28 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 520px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; font-family: verdana;"]Neutral was her code. Remain balanced, involved but not biased when needed. It was a bit contradictory to the status quo of the Typhoon, what with it's no neutral policy. Save for the Snowbound, the other figurehead groups couldn't escape the rambunctious pirates even if they wanted to. Looting and pillaging, raiding, stealing, and kidnapping, it was a part of the pirate life, it was a part of the Typhoon. That being said, it wasn't a part she had to partake in, rather, she could enjoy the comforting scent of rum and gunpowder without the burden of getting blood on her claws, or guilt on her conscious.
That being said, the appearance of other groups was making headway for the Typhoon to really get their hands on trouble. The Rosebloods appeared to be no exception, though they were shaping up to be a perfect match for rivalry, at least in Fischer's mind. She approached steadily, chin tilted in the air, sniffing thinly as she stopped beside Vandal and Des. She held her tongue, listening idly to Prestige. The message was cloudy enough, but the diplomatic delivery of the Advisor seemed to spare what seemed could be a threat. Interesting. The blind black smoke stood there, silent for a few moments, almost hoping Captain Pincher would arrive to settle everything, but the Privateer felt she needed to at least say something. "Ah, she's right ... we don't do neutrals either, a mutual relationship ..." Fischer finally spoke up, her voice clear but slow, making sure to get the words she wanted to say out perfectly. She knew Des was right, but she knew she had to sacrifice her own personal opinion for the better of the Typhoon for right now. "It's still very appropriate of you to be completely honest about ... about The Roseblood's intentions. Diplomatic." She would offer Prestige as much as that and a gentle smile, though she wasn't sure how sparing of politeness Pincher would be when he arrived, she wasn't expecting the Captain to really have the patience anymore for these groups, even as bold as this one appeared.
That being said, the appearance of other groups was making headway for the Typhoon to really get their hands on trouble. The Rosebloods appeared to be no exception, though they were shaping up to be a perfect match for rivalry, at least in Fischer's mind. She approached steadily, chin tilted in the air, sniffing thinly as she stopped beside Vandal and Des. She held her tongue, listening idly to Prestige. The message was cloudy enough, but the diplomatic delivery of the Advisor seemed to spare what seemed could be a threat. Interesting. The blind black smoke stood there, silent for a few moments, almost hoping Captain Pincher would arrive to settle everything, but the Privateer felt she needed to at least say something. "Ah, she's right ... we don't do neutrals either, a mutual relationship ..." Fischer finally spoke up, her voice clear but slow, making sure to get the words she wanted to say out perfectly. She knew Des was right, but she knew she had to sacrifice her own personal opinion for the better of the Typhoon for right now. "It's still very appropriate of you to be completely honest about ... about The Roseblood's intentions. Diplomatic." She would offer Prestige as much as that and a gentle smile, though she wasn't sure how sparing of politeness Pincher would be when he arrived, she wasn't expecting the Captain to really have the patience anymore for these groups, even as bold as this one appeared.
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ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags
ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags