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[VASS .]

Vaas had his own thoughts, on the clan that bordered his group's territory, had plenty to say- to spit about it. As much as the boss would gripe, it wasn't up to him, it was up to his group. They all wanted to work together, thrilled at the prospect. The numbers of the clan that bordered them, the lands that sprawled along under Rhine's rule. His group was greed, and Vaas could understand that if nothing else. The want for more room, to get away from the rats- the tools to rid them of their territory entirely. Vaas didn't deny anything that was said, to aware to understand the want of falling under a stronger force- together. As it was his small group wouldn't dent the natives of the typhoon island- if any of them survived that fuckin' volcano, anyways

There was the drag of Rhine's voice, soft-spoken- distant in a way that cut across to The boss' attention. Deep sea-green eyes looked on. His tail curling in curiosity behind him in interest. He flashed his fangs at Toadwisker- the stranger and let out a humor-filled hiss between the show of dangerous threatening fang. "you're small enough to be considered a cacharo still." He drawled the words out, punctuating them with steps closer towards the pair. Hearing rhinestone speak and toad both converse made him impatient worry.

He clicked his tonged, a slow drawl in his next statement as he thought it aloud. "'ve got some shit back in the stone trap, but we'd have ta go through the... what you kittens call it- twoleg place?" Vass' own den was there; a Wearhouse of rusted steel and painted concrete walls. It was a thing of beauty, and lit up like a bomb when under the right influences. it held enough to cover Vaas if he sliped and fell onto rusted metal, but there wasn't much in the way of herbs. Just some cleaned out packs of rolled gauze, and enough fresh water to clean it. If nothing else it would give them the chance to look at it better.

The group Vaas led had little in the way of a medicine feline- but they had enough, creatures who practiced the witch-shit of herbology; mostly to find a better high, sometimes to heal others, if they could be persuaded to be parted with their own batch of herbs. He let out a hum, seeming more amused by Rhine's... shall he put it- fretting- over the other one: Toadwisker. Vaas found it interesting, a key to the leader, a hidden secret that Vaas would love to pry apart. 

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"take me into your heart , accept me as your savior nail me to the fucking cross and let me be reborn" — an antagonist with a silver tongue , a pirate with nothing to loose and everything to gain .  vaas montenegro ; he who lives to fight demons should be weary he himself does not become one ." it's not like i am fucking crazy — "

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