CROSSFIRE / typhoon leader

[PHOENIX]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; text-align: justify;"]☂ This certainly did not seem like the kind of situation Phoenix should be in. That wasn't going to stop the maned wolf from eavesdropping on this entire conundrum on her approach to butt into the conversation, naturally. At least it was a conscious decision to be a nosey piece of shit. She was a member of Elysium, sure, but based on what the strange voice through the thickets was saying, it didn't exactly seem beneficial to continue associating with Elysium since they had been dead weight. Phoenix wasn't quite chaotic enough to voice that thoughts aloud, or rather not at this particular moment to avoid a similar reprimanding Clarence was receiving from this strange girl on their borders. Goldenluxury Roux. What an incredibly odd name, and she'd heard many aliases in her travels. Were those sort of names commonplace in the "customs" of the wilderness? At one time she wouldn't have bat an eyelash at the use of "Goldenluxury" as a surname, but she introduced herself as though it was her primary name. Exceedingly curious. Although, to be fair, the most interesting thing of note aside from that was lackluster at best: how did dogs wear jackets? Eh, both of them were questions for another time. For now, Phoenix had to inject herself into politics she had no place in discussing. Seemed like a sound (and entertaining) enough plan to her.

"What are you and the 'Phoon wanting in return, exactly?" The maned wolf inquired as she breached the snow-covered shrubbery, thin legs carrying her quietly to stand alongside Clarence. Her flippant nicknaming of a group that seemed to be here on quite serious business was... Well, not her best idea. But it wasn't out of hostility, and hopefully her body language and tone of voice conveyed as much. "A-n-y-w-a-y," Phoenix continued with a loose wave of her shadowy limb, punctuating each letter with a wiggle. "Elysium is built around, like, balance. Justice and community, I think. Pretty rad, right?" Why did she think jumping into this was a good idea. This small cat was about to tear her a metaphorical new one if the big cat didn't beat her to it. "To be honest I'm just a lackey and I'm kinda talkin' out my ass because I haven't really paid attention to the whole overarching themes Bex and Clarence are going for but cha'girl is trying here."