GANG ROBBERY — MEETING 11.16

[PINCHER]

CAPTAIN PINCHER ROUX | resides in the typhoon and is the demigod of rough seas. he is a muscular dark gray panthera hybrid with frigid glacier blue eyes, marked with scars and glowing tattoos. he is the head of the roux family and is currently single. he is known for being a charming strategist with dark secrets. be cautious around him. —— ⚓

❝ A MODERN GOD IN A TAILORED SUIT — WHO'S LIPS TASTE LIKE FORBIDDEN FRUIT ❞

He was scared. He was terrified. He was pacing back and forth in his submarine, the insides now finally fixed after his accidental burning of possessions. Luckily most of his more valuable pieces had been saved due to him locking them in a treasure chest and the hybrid was relieved that it had not been lost in the fire. But that was not what he was worried about. He was worried because of him. Had he told everyone which family he belonged to? Pincher was gently biting down on his lower lip, gnawing with a nervous fever. He did this for a few minutes longer before coming to terms that he just needed to concentrate on getting the meeting up and going despite his desire to simply hide within the dark quarters of his submarine. This was perhaps the only place he felt safe now and allowed him to mumble softly under his breathe while he thought. That asshole was here now and this would only destroy whatever past he had tried to move on from but with the recovered memory of Kaiser and Archimedes' "joining", it seemed his thoughts would never let go. Pincher sucked in a shaky breath and halted from his pacing, brilliant icicle blue gaze narrowing as he contemplated until the flash of lightning crackled the sky and thunder followed with it's booming voice. Pincher glanced out to realize it was raining quite a storm and he hoped most would be fine running to reach the meeting, if not they could simply be brought up to speed with other members.

Allowing his peaked nerves to simmer down like a dying flame, Pincher straightened himself and headed out to be met by the pouring of rain. Other territories in colder seasons would have to deal with snow while the tropical islanders would have to deal with more than usual downpour of rain. He grimaced as he walked through the soaked sand hills, his dark cinder gray tinted pelt now drenched with the rain droplets that crashed down. He briefly glanced up at the darkened sky, noticing that the sun could not be spotted through the heavy clouds. He was tempted to use his elemental powers to push them away but he knew the rainforest thrived only with rain pour and he wasn't going to exhaust himself with such a task. So he simply picked up his pace to a light jog until reaching the mouth of the cave that leads down to the aquarium dome with his blue flames low as they licked his form to dry off the wetness. As he reached the throne, he waited for the rest to come. He knew the conch would have been blown and hopefully, through the rain and thunder, it had reached the ears of the rest of the crew.

❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — DEMIGOD — FATHER — THE HERMIT ❞

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