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IN THE SUMMER SILENCE,
I WAS GETTING VIOLENT
I WAS GETTING VIOLENT
[ oof i'm gonna be lazy and say this takes place after quantum ascends to leadership, disregard jericho comin' ]
The tigress watches the pirates as they move in front of her, their varying degrees of maturity and aggression causing one corner of her mouth to quirk up in a lopsided grin. She dislikes plenty of groups for their homogeneous atmosphere; she likes to live in groups where individuality thrives. She knows, in her bones, that if she still listened to that aching need inside her head - the same need that still pushes her down the path of violence and reckless adrenaline stunts - the Typhoon would have made a good home. But she likes to think she's reformed. She likes to hope she's reformed.
"Nice to see I got all of your attention," the psuedo-melanistic feline spoke, taking a moment to allow some of the tension to dissipate from the air. She certainly saw the officer's rather aggressive display, but she cared little to react towards it; after all, she might've done the same shit if some asshole wandered over to Sunhaven, though she likes to think it'd take more than yapping about seeing the leader for her to get shooketh like that. Her vermilion eyes focused on Pincher as she gave the captain a nod, remembering him from their last encounter and pleased to see he still held firm control over his crew.
"I remember you denied my appeal for an alliance last time due to Jericho's twinkletoe nature - but that's changed," she stated firmly, going straight for the guts of the issue while her lopsided grin widened. Quantum hated wasting time and bullshit niceties; like hell she needed to sit here and babble about the weather or some other nonsense before introducing her points. "Now that I'm leader of Sunhaven, care for an alliance?" she asked, in an playfully forward manner.
The tigress watches the pirates as they move in front of her, their varying degrees of maturity and aggression causing one corner of her mouth to quirk up in a lopsided grin. She dislikes plenty of groups for their homogeneous atmosphere; she likes to live in groups where individuality thrives. She knows, in her bones, that if she still listened to that aching need inside her head - the same need that still pushes her down the path of violence and reckless adrenaline stunts - the Typhoon would have made a good home. But she likes to think she's reformed. She likes to hope she's reformed.
"Nice to see I got all of your attention," the psuedo-melanistic feline spoke, taking a moment to allow some of the tension to dissipate from the air. She certainly saw the officer's rather aggressive display, but she cared little to react towards it; after all, she might've done the same shit if some asshole wandered over to Sunhaven, though she likes to think it'd take more than yapping about seeing the leader for her to get shooketh like that. Her vermilion eyes focused on Pincher as she gave the captain a nod, remembering him from their last encounter and pleased to see he still held firm control over his crew.
"I remember you denied my appeal for an alliance last time due to Jericho's twinkletoe nature - but that's changed," she stated firmly, going straight for the guts of the issue while her lopsided grin widened. Quantum hated wasting time and bullshit niceties; like hell she needed to sit here and babble about the weather or some other nonsense before introducing her points. "Now that I'm leader of Sunhaven, care for an alliance?" she asked, in an playfully forward manner.
TAGS • WRITTEN BY AXIOM