LAST DITCH EFFORT | 4TH PARTY INVITE

I'LL BE GOOD, I'LL BE GOOD

Places to be, places to be. Not that Bast didn’t like Pincher (he didn’t), but he had a few more invited to give that morning, so he tracked down a NPC on the border and told them to take news of the fourth party back to the rest of the pirate bunch. And then he was off, because again, places to be.

PARTY PARTY PARTY

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IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Caesar happened to be the one of the people that the NPC approached about the party and Caesar couldn't help but snort. The Ascendants invited them to something? Sure, Caesar knew they weren't enemies, but that didn't mean he liked them. Caesar flicked his tail, thanking the NPC with a flat tone for delivering the message to him before he went off to meet up where the rest of the crew was staying while the tsunami raged on. "So The Ascendants invited us to their little 'fourth of July' party." The demon stated with a shrug, trying to address as many people as possible. "They're not an ally, so I guess you can go if you want, or stay if you don't. I'm sure Pincher doesn't mind either way." Although, going there just to fuck things up sounded like a good idea.

#psychosocial.

"Nobody is fucking going anywhere." Pincher bluntly ordered in a demanding tone, clearly one that held no patience for being questioned. He was sorting small weapons that he had found in the flooded shores of the beach, mostly dented and dull due to the strike of the tsunami. He didn't even bother glancing away from his work in sharpening the edges of the blades, his cold calculative oceanic blue eyes narrowed with concentration as he sorted a dagger into a large brown bag that lay on the floorboards of the treehouses where everyone was located temporarily for. He had heard that the raptors that had attacked his crew had been spotted in the territory of the Ascendants as they were some of fucking pets and that disgusted Pincher to the point that the temptation to stir a revengeful desire to strike back.

"I bet they are celebrating that shitty holiday that stupid humans had...something I frankly don't want to give a shit about remembering." Pincher's voice drawled out as he rolled his glacier colored razor sharp gaze as his thin tar black pupils decided to finally glance towards the direction of the spotted savannah that had brought news. He shrugged his broad shoulders as he muttered "If you want to go crash and destroy some shit, go the fuck ahead but don't get caught. Last thing I want is more injured crewmates."

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© MADI

IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Oh, good, so it seemed he and Pincher were on the same page for once. "Alright then." Caesar responded with a stiff nod. He definitely took note of the Captain's permission regarding crashing the party - that might be something he'd do later.

#psychosocial.