FERRARI LOVER — MEETING 11.02

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]A privateer eh? It seemed like The Typhoon's standards for their high positions was much lower than other groups he'd been apart of. Then again, they were smaller, and most likely recognised that for all of his flaws Feliks was a rather knowing being. A smirk appeared on his maw at a self-inflated ego, letting it fade as more news started to come their way. The decision to have two Quartermasters was a risky one - two leaders were always worse than one from the gryphon's experience (he had become leader in faraway lands just because the two bosses couldn't work together), had it been a choice between Golden or Baku he would've picked the latter out of involvement and personal bias... others seemed to disagree though. Caesar piped in, seething and envious - perhaps rightfully so.

Or, perhaps not. There was no denying that Feliks wasn't keeping a good eye on the Typhoon despite his police-like duties, he simply wasn't lawful enough to try and keep the peace and make sure everyone did what they was told. Caring about promotions was hard, but the drama was rather interesting. Shame he couldn't form a better opinion on it, maybe then he could've agreed or disagreed with Caesar's fury with more confidence. Only just become a Head Officer when Bakugou's managed to climb the entire pyramid... oh what I'd say if I didn't like ya kid he looked towards the new Quartermasters before flickering an emerald gaze back towards Pincher. "Three Quartermasters might be pushing it," he spoke, seldom serious.

The Privateer highly doubted Pincher would treat Caesar kindly for such insolence but hey, he'd just have to stick around to find out. Hopefully the other wouldn't get punished for feeling mistreated though, else a whole new can of worms would be opened up.