09-24-2018, 09:05 AM
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Between the raids, murders and common thievery, Feliks was getting rather antsy waiting for his hierarchical superiors to get their asses in gear. Though a week hadn't even past since the events had started to come up, the older gryphon was an impatient soul when it came to protecting the integrity of the groups he associated with (he wasn't about to be partnered with a bunch of lazy do-gooders) and there were very little doubts that the longer they waited, the more ammunition that the Slavers had against them. Why give them chance to prepare and lavish in their selfish lifestyles when action could be taken? It wasn't the hybrid being reckless either, for the consequences of raids only seemed to be emotional most of the time - surely the Typhoon could take a bit of backchat in response for teaching the assclowns a lesson. Having to ask around to figure out where on earth Pincher made his home (it wasn't like he paid attention to that sort of thing in his daily life), Feliks settled outside of the home of the other, letting out his weird caw to alert the Captain of his presence past the walls. "Yo Pinpin, gotta question for ya, you got five minutes to come out and answer otherwise you're making me Quartermaster," he huffed teasingly, and oh, what a disaster that would be.
Between the raids, murders and common thievery, Feliks was getting rather antsy waiting for his hierarchical superiors to get their asses in gear. Though a week hadn't even past since the events had started to come up, the older gryphon was an impatient soul when it came to protecting the integrity of the groups he associated with (he wasn't about to be partnered with a bunch of lazy do-gooders) and there were very little doubts that the longer they waited, the more ammunition that the Slavers had against them. Why give them chance to prepare and lavish in their selfish lifestyles when action could be taken? It wasn't the hybrid being reckless either, for the consequences of raids only seemed to be emotional most of the time - surely the Typhoon could take a bit of backchat in response for teaching the assclowns a lesson. Having to ask around to figure out where on earth Pincher made his home (it wasn't like he paid attention to that sort of thing in his daily life), Feliks settled outside of the home of the other, letting out his weird caw to alert the Captain of his presence past the walls. "Yo Pinpin, gotta question for ya, you got five minutes to come out and answer otherwise you're making me Quartermaster," he huffed teasingly, and oh, what a disaster that would be.
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