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[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]Amaranth wasn't quite sure what to think of the Typhoon quite yet; the territory was huge and there was plenty of places for her to hide and relax, but at the same time, she wasn't sure about a lot of it's members yet. Pincher, in particular, was a peculiar puzzle she couldn't quite understand. He was such a bruiser and and a greaser, and she wasn't sure what to think about him; she kept her distance and never spoke up against him or tried to bother him about anything, but, there was something peculiar - Daphne had it too - but it was an air of... how would she word it?

It didn't help that she felt anxious whenever he was around, like a pressured pocket of air just swirled around her to choke her - it was like she was drowning in her own carbon dioxide, and maybe that's why it was so peculiar, that she found herself wondering a million things about someone she knew so little of. She felt almost a little intrepid to ask, but as she found herself under his steely gaze she faltered. It was horrible to feel that way, have more fear than faith of her leaders.

Wondering to herself, she figured that it was maybe time to meet him, legitimately ask him, 'hey, what's your deal' - and she found herself a little jittery, she gently resolved herself to approach his quarters, gently rapping against the door; but saying nothing, leaving the sound of her knocking hanging in the air with a sullen echo.

[ [member=64]Cheeters[/member] [member=66]PINCHER[/member] uwu ] "Speech,"