figure it out - [COTC VISIT]

[number nine.]

It seemed as though he had arrived a bit late to the party, eh? Or, at the very least, he had arrived too late to see the very best bits of the drama that were going down. Alliances were nothing new to Number Nine, the jaguar having become quite well acquainted with them throughout the multiple places that he had come to call home. However, he very rarely saw them as actually being of much use to anyone. Allies were prone to betrayal, or just straight up not showing up in the other group's time of need. It was the reason why Nine had always preferred to work alone, as a solitary bounty hunter, rather than with some kind of partner. He supposed that Lewis could've possibly counted, but Lewis was his partner, not his partner. His husband had more than enough to worry about already, what with his whole "ferrying dead souls around" thing. Nine wasn't about to toss helping his love out with bounty jobs on top of that considerable pile.

From what he had heard of Vaas so far, it wasn't too uncommon to see the tiger in a bad mood, but this seemed to be something special. Special enough to draw Nine in, the large feline wondering what exactly it was that had caused so many to gather. When he spotted Stryker, he felt his fur stand on end, oddly unnerved by the other's presence. He hadn't heard anything about the Coalition's leader in the past, but it was pretty easy to figure out who had pissed everyone present off. For once in his life, Nine made an attempt to be the diplomatic one, coming up beside Vaas and rumbling casually, "Woah, woah, what's going on over here? One second everythin' around here is all pina coladas and sunshine, and now all I can hear is a bunch of threats being tossed around. Maybe everybody should chill out a little bit, especially if you aren't Medusa, Sugar, or Rhine, considering they've got the big boss words around here." Nine knew he was being a bit hypocritical, considering he had gone against his leaders and caused trouble in the past, but nobody around here would know that. For all they knew, he was a model citizen.

Turning his gaze towards Rhinestone, Nine questioned curiously, long fluffy tail lashing and flicking behind him, "How are you feeling about this guy, boss man? It doesn't exactly seem like he'll be winnin' any popularity contests around here anytime soon..." He didn't want to tell Rhine not to consider the alliance, since that really wasn't his place, but he hoped that the guy would have a bit of common sense. Or at least a little bit of diplomatic leadership skills.

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