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[Stryker]

STRYKER ☣ COTC ☣ KINGPIN

Well, that was rather quick. Stryker's brow furrowed as the hoard gathered. From a tiger, rainbow... dog?, and domestic felines, this group didn't seem as traditional as he had thought. The Kingpin merely pushed his expectations to the side, especially when listening to the deputy eloquently answer his request. Satisfied with her response, he nodded. "It's a pleasure, Sugarspice," he remarked back. "I come seeking an alliance with Palmclan today or perhaps a neutrality at the very least." Elysium had already denied his request. Hopefully this occurrence went differently. What was in it for them though? Well, seeing that he already promised Haven Island for The Pitt out of pure bias, there wasn't much besides their outstanding assistance with any of Palmclan's needs. From raids to mere trading of herbs, Coalition of the Condemned would be there for them. Being on an island far from the mainland provided many rare herbs and almost essential supplies for land-locked groups. Needless to say, they were an valuable asset.

His neon gaze maneuvered towards Medusa, watching her tongue stick out. He offered a flicker of his own split tongue with a subtle snort. Snakes, man... "Medusa, your name stands true," Stryker cooed back. "Your gaze is astonishing, but I would hope that you'd be willing to spare me so I can look into your beauty for a bit longer." A smirk curled upon his maw. While she was truly gorgeous, the lion was taken. He couldn't help complimenting a fine fellow or female though.

Following his compliment, Vaas and Rhinestonestar caught his attention as they came to stop. He dipped his head in greeting towards the two, taking note of their curious comments. "As I was telling... Ah-" 'Fuck, what was her name?' "-Suga, my group would like to propose an alliance between Palmclan." Stryker really wished they could skip the repetitive details. 'Hey, can we have an alliance?' 'Sure, what will you offer us?' 'Well...' BLAH BLAH BLAH. It was all boring political bullshit. "You scratch our back, we scratch yours. The whole ordeal, really."

And finally to the most interesting of the bunch. Whatever this fucking eye-blinding thing was. "Might say the same for yourself, grandson," he cockily shot back. Stryker winked. "It runs in the family."

THE WEAK ONES ARE THERE TO JUSTIFY THE STRONG
DON'T BOTHER TO RESIST OR I'LL BEAT YOU

— Reggan