LONG LIVE THE VILLAIN | o, joining

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Another day, another home. Across the seas Feliks had done similar strategies to avoid feeling stagnant or bored with his surroundings, and it seemed like the habit wouldn't die around these parts either. It wasn't exactly his fault, all someone had to do was show a bit of intrigue when talking to him and he'd be fine wallowing in the attention, but every folk he'd stumbled upon seemed to greet him out of a bitter necessity more so than anything else. Delegated to just a 'necessity' was boring, insulting even for a being of his stature. Following the taking over of one group he was apart of, and the lack of intrigue towards another, the gryphon made the impulsive choice to try his luck in saltier lands. There would be no shame in bailing on the idea of living with a bunch of cracked up jokers dressed up as pirates if it didn't suit him, with nothing to lose Feliks began following the railroad. Wings resting following the flight he'd taken to reach this point, the lion-sized individual chose to walk instead, ignoring the strain he was putting on his dodgy leg. Salty air bothered it, cold air bothered it, normal air bothered it, it seemed like he'd have to either find a way to destroy the ozone or get a rocketship to space to avoid how irritating it was to walk on daily. Somehow, the former felt easier.

Fatigue shining on his face like a nasty bruise, the winged individual still had it in him to give a big 'screw you' to the idea of using a bell (he had lungs for a reason apart from breathing in the antagonising air) and instead cawed out for attention as loudly as his throat would let him. Lion-like tail lashed with impatience, as if expecting some weird freak of nature to suddenly appear through use of teleportation as soon as he gave his raspy cry. Name and business the imaginary creature would've squawked at him, and if he squinted just hard enough, the gryphon was sure he could've seen a green winged monkey floating about him asking that. Gosh his head hurt, gosh he needed sleep, gosh why the heck did he have to have such high freakin' social needs?! "Hey Typhoon!" his follow up call came, at least finding some comfort in knowing the name of this place following previous interactions... shame it wasn't a physical solace. "Name's Feliks, I'm joining, I know ya'll are shy but you can come out of hiding now," he tormented as dryly as he could. They were at least shy to give out information to confused 'loners', they were just lucky that the gryphon hadn't been offended by their prior caution around him.

[PINCHER]

CAPTAIN PINCHER ROUX | resides in the typhoon and is the demigod of rough seas. he is a muscular dark gray jaguar 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. —— ⚓

❝ YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN — YOUR SILENCE IS MY FAVORITE SOUND ❞

Pincher's life had once been full of traveling and moving, shifting from one temporary home to another. In the beginning, he had despised it with his entire heart and soul. His father had stolen him away from his home on the volcanic island and dragged him to various locations to cause havoc and chaos anywhere they could. Sweltering deserts Frigid snow valleys. Pincher had experienced every biome of life with his early "adventures" though most of it was spent on sailing to one land to the next. As time passed, the darkness that edged his perspective of traveling had faded away and he saw the wonders of the world with slight eagerness and excitement, the only silver linings that young Deniz could find in his troublesome days. It even motivated him to form the dream of becoming a mapmaker, to write and record everything he had seen but his father had shredded that dream and forced him into training. The dream now was left unfinished within him but Pincher didn't mind. He had responsibilities now. Duties. Family. Friends. They were what created a home that Pincher had never been able to settle into and he realized that despite how tempting it was to just get up and leave, he knew that they needed him here.

Reaching the island tended to be a hassle for members especially if they weren't fond of getting their feet wet with the small level of crystalline saltwater that usually covered the railroad tracks. Pincher was glad that it was. It was a big "fuck you" to anyone that tried to raid them with a three mile span of land between the island and the rest of the world. Yet, he knew joiners tended to find it irksome but then again...did Pincher care? As long as they pushed themselves into coming to the Typhoon's land then they were strong enough to put up a fight and that was what he was looking for in crewmates. The broad-shouldered tattooed male had been stepping through the lush jungle with his ears pinned to his skull as the sudden howling of some monkeys up in the trees were getting on his nerves but he needed to find a place to smoke alone and in peace. Usually, he would smoke in his submarine quarters but he didn't want any of his children to be damaged by second-hand smoke. Biting down on the unlit cigarette, Pincher's somber gaze snapped up from the ground to hear the odd cry of something that he didn't quite recognize. It came from the direction of the main entrance of the island and the male followed a path that opened up, his figure stepping through elephant ear plants to halt in front of the familiar stranger.

"Holy fuck, your yell is weird as shit..." Pincher quipped as the male raised a pale ghost white paw to softly rub the side of his head with his bloodshot optics locking onto the hybrid. He remembered seeing Feliks before, the other male had arrived to inquire information about the Typhoon and there was no way in hell that Pincher would allow that. He wasn't as wide-mouthed as other leaders nor were his crewmates since they were smart enough to know the dangers of giving out too much information. "Snowbound's too cold for you, eh?" Pincher questioned, storm gray head tipping ever so slightly to the side as he wondered why Feliks had decided to join though the faint scent of Ascendants did cause his glacier colored eyes to narrow.

❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL  — JAGUAR — FATHER — CASANOVA ❞

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[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]"Holy fuck, your face is weird as shit," the hybrid retorted as soon as Pincher opened his mouth, finding that a joke of such a low caliber didn't require much thinking power from the older male. It couldn't be helped, the days of having an erupting call similar to a bald eagle were long gone, Feliks at least had the gall to improvise and make the most out of a bad situation. Part of him was sure that the leader was referring to another part of his call as strange, but insecurity was a funny thing and in the face of someone with so much power, the emotion just got amped up that tiny bit more. Still, even despite showing signs of being offended by the observation, the gryphon's expression quickly turned into something more jovial. Past a gritting yawn and sleepy eyes there was a grin and flash of non-existent eyebrows, muscles relaxing as he prepared for some socialising. He'd missed talking to people within the several hours it had taken to arrive at the Typhoon, it felt like a waste of a day to be muted and alone even if the majority of those with functioning brains tended to be prickly fellows. Sometimes the hybrid was no exception, at least right now his priorities were away from this conversation despite his desire to talk. Feliks was just a very confused geezer, he didn't know what he needed 90% of the time.

For a while he was silent, quietly musing on what to say as Pincher brought up Snowbound. Narrowed eyes suggested that something about the various scents enveloping him had brought some sort of nostalgia within the other, and Feliks couldn't help but smirk at the subtle gesture. Least he ain't a blind little poppet. Even if dumb leaders were easy to run circles around, sometimes the male didn't have the patience to work around their complacency. "Something like that, aye," he kept the details vague to be provocative, figuring that if there was a problem with him abandoning the Ascendants then it could be brought up by someone else. Some days he just didn't want to be a motor mouth. "Figured I'd go on me holidays around here, sip on a coconut or two, get myself a hula skirt to dance in, that wouldn't be a problem would it?". Noticing that he hadn't technically been accepted into the group yet, Feliks turned his tone to be peppy once more - who could say no to happy hula dancing?

/ oof tired post

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

ALL ALONE HE TURNS TO STONE !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Honestly and probably surprisingly, Caesar quite liked this guy, if only for the fact that he outright insulted the Captain. A smirk formed on his maw as he stood next to Pincher, looking up at Feliks with black eyes. "Glad to see you've come to your senses about that pansy-ass place." The demon mused, having overheard Pincher mention Snowbound. Ugh, that place. Atbash ruled there, which of course made Caesar's hatred for the pacifist tribe even worse. At Feliks's question, the demon shrugged. "If that's your thing, do it man. No one fucking judges here." That was a lie, he did. "Welcome to The Typhoon, buddy. Name's Officer Caesar Cipher."

#psychosocial.

[Luciferr]

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"The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...
It coiled itself around your tender heart."

"Last I'd heard they were taken over, unsurprising considering their policies" a dark voice drily intoned - oh a truly pacifistic place was foolhardy to the darkness personified - no even when his mother had ruled her vast empire as benevolently as she could, she and his uncle hadn't been afraid to keep a ruthless policy against insurgents and violent threats, as his uncle had often said, 'true peace is a myth, better to be prepared than to be caught unawares' and it had been something every grim and the people they had shepherded often took to heart.

the gryphon was familiar though - he'd tried to learn about them (as unsubtly as possible) back when he'd been of that 'pansy' group as Ceasar put it, hm, how fickle loyalties could be to some - oh true he'd vacationed in snowbound under Jacob's rule and the alliance with typhoon but he'd come back quick enough, the place hadn't been for him - and if the faint scent of the ascendants was anything to go by, this one might be fickler than most.

or who knew, maybe he sought to vacation among all the clans - and offer what info he'd learned onto the next and the next.

hm, or maybe his old paranoia returned, still the dragon's gaze was assessing.

TAGS • PLAYLIST • LARGE DRAGON • TYPHOON / PRIVATEER

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[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]The disdain for Snowbound was as clear as day, and as the two spoke their opinions on the pacifistic group, Feliks found himself being unable to argue with it. He was a naturally chaotic individual, shifting loyalties constantly and never having a stable backup if something in his life went wrong, him and a calmer clan just never really fit together. Even the Ascendants was a little too laidback for him, it sucked as it limited his options for worthy homes but the griffon could not argue against his own preferences. Fights were like a drug to him, it was a primitive urge to be the strongest and smartest one alive that fueled him to be competitive even if his prime was long past him. At least if he died, he'd die a badass defending something for a change, instead of succumbing to something mediocre like illness or old age. "Eh, I'd cause too much trouble for them if I stayed," he commented wryly, nodding his head in Caeser's direction. Thank goodness he could wear a hula skirt, the silence had him worried for a second there. "Good to meet ya,". The fact that these guys cared more about a takeover than the Ascendants did was certainly amusing though. He was sure that Snowbound and Ascendants would've been amicable to one another but as soon as he brought up the fact that an 'ally' was taken over no one in Space Mountain had cared. At least the Typhoon acknowledged it.

Emerald eyes ghosted over the larger individual, Feliks finding himself habitually raising his head and ruffling his feathers to make himself seem bigger. Too used to being dwarfed in other less cool bodies, it wasn't nice to be reminded of those times. "Yeah, the ArmPitts took 'em over, well, one guy and his band of merry ferals did, I was there,". It was perfectly avoidable if his clanmates had been able life their best claws up against him, there was nothing terrifying about being 'taken over'. "To be honest though, there ain't nothing special about ruling over a bunch of pacifists, they should've at least tried going for someone who'd bother fighting back. More humiliating that way, you're not gonna legitimise your own special group by beating a bunch of tree-huggers into submission,". Pick on someone your own size. It'd always been his policy, and so, the Pitt became the first group in these strange lands to be disrespected by Feliks. "I ain't shittalking your ally am I?". Perhaps a bit too late to ask that question, Feliks did so anyways, figuring he could at least get some political info out of his tangent.

[Luciferr]

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"The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...
It coiled itself around your tender heart."

"ah, the slavers" and the disdain was there clear as day - he'd never been fond of the practice and when one had once been forced to kill and maim what had been friends with his own hands by a powerful creature and unable to act on it, a prisoner in his own body, well, one didn't truck with the idea of any slaving anymore - no the great dragon would be happy to see them all drown in their own blood.

"They certainly picked the softest target they could find" was his own agreement - he wasn't incline to like snowbound at all after Jacob had stepped down what with Atbash's dissolution of their once alliance on baseless terms or so he had been caught up on when he'd returned - well, maybe if they hadn't they'd have had an ally willing to come to their rescue.

"Lucifer Grimm" he added aware he hadn't given his name yet, though it seemed the gryphon was all but joined, unless Pincher had anything to say considering the last time he'd been here.

TAGS • PLAYLIST • LARGE DRAGON • TYPHOON / PRIVATEER

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[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]"Slavers?" he asked, remnants of alarm appearing in that condescending tone of his. What type of fucked up continent had he found himself on where slavery was a thing? Ok, Feliks was no saint, he'd be the first to admit that, but he'd never take away the personal freedoms of anyone else. Capturing was fine, but using the vulnerable as scape goats for all the clan's dirty work just didn't sit right with him. They make a profit from clipping other's wings. The griffon would take a serial killer or sadist over them anyday, heck he'd take the one that messed his life up over them! Finding himself growing increasingly weary at the thought of a Romanesque imperialism within a group around here. He thought he'd left that behind, he thought he'd have a chance to look past smothering leaders... it was a shame there was no escaping greed. "Well if they had any wits about 'em they'd be lookin' for some easy labour with the takeover, cowards, every single god damn one of them,". Perhaps Snowbound included, for they lacked the sense or spine to understand that raising your claws wasn't always so bad. "Good to meet ya Lucy, anyways" he cooed, gaze drifting off to the side of the dragon's body as he was left to his own thoughts.