the snake's den || MANDATORY MEETING

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      LITTLE PISTOL

UNDER THE SKIN, AGAINST THE SKULL, THEY PUT A LITTLE CHIP SO THAT THEY KNOW IT ALL. I THINK I MIGHT BE SCARED OF THE WORLD AND THE WAY IT MAKES YOU FEEL AFRAID, AND HOW IT GETS IN THE WAY.

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During his time spent in the Pitt, Eugene had not once seen a real leader; mere temporary replacements while the real one was out on vacation or something. It was strange to hear a voice aside from theirs absolutely screeching into the day for them to gather, but hey, at least he sounded serious about it. The former yakuza hated having a weak leader, someone who couldn't do anything right for themselves or their juniors. Too many times he had seen it, too many times he had been the one to deal with it.

The wolfdog was dragging his feet from his humble abode when he heard the threat, and if that wasn't good motivation to get his ass moving, he didn't know what was. Of course, who didn't love a good ol' spine-ripped-out-the-ass action? Oh, but this man's voice was intoxicating, he found it hard to decide whether he should go back to bed and wait for the inevitable assblasting or give in and see the face of this new demiurge. It was incredibly tempting to just turn around and get back to getting drunk off his ass, but in the end, Eugene decided he ought to see what all the fuss was about.

He settled himself toward the edge of the group, slumping down so his body met the hot sand, and raised his lantern eyes up to Stryker where he perched above the group with an incredibly smug and powerful air to him. The yakuza found himself smirking ever so slightly, peering at the lion with a quirked brow; he didn't know this guy had existed until now but, fuck, maybe love at first sight was real this whole time. He let a quiet hum and stretched his legs out in front of him, listening only to hear the male's voice, until he brought up a poor, struggling woman. Gene's brow furrowed ever so slightly as he watched her fight; paw trembling as it met her throat once, then again and again until she fell lifeless by her own claws. Pretty fucked. He wrinkled his nose. You've done worse.

He shifted slightly and sat up at Stryker's last words for the moment. "Crystal." The wolfdog murmured plainly, barely loud enough for the lion to hear among the crowd.