MONTHLY MEETING [OCTOBER 2020]

[bubblegum]

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

Technically, as a captain of such a large and old group as the Typhoon, she was expected to come to these. Though, in her experience they'd always been quite redundant, and the tigress did not enjoy wasting precious time. But, many changes had undergone the political climate of the groups in the past few months, new ones beginning to pop up, policies and leaderships changing in others, and she'd stayed out of most of it. With her children born, wife wed and dead, and goal to end slavery within the Pitt succeeded as it seemed, the female had little care what anyone was doing besides Tanglewood, so long as they weren't specifically messing with them. And thus far, none had the gall to do such a thing. Which didn't have her complaining - not at all. In all honesty, she still wasn't quite interested stepping in today, but she made the active choice to do so, just based off rumors of what - or more specifically who had come of the previous one. Her grief for Sam still pained her, and she still had no desire for senseless war, but if it were true that the monster she'd been hunting for over a year had made an appearance, then she'd be there to see it herself.

Besides, it seems Rin, a former friend, had stepped down from Elysium as well. She may as well introduce herself to the newest leader. What she'd not expected, however, was to find the two-headed individual she stumbles upon today. She'd taken her scimitar with her today, for good measure, even though she was aware of the technical "peace" that was supposed to be upheld during these. She cared not for it. Whoever made those rules was not in charge of her, and she would act how she best saw fit. That'd how it'd always be. If Stryker was around, then it was best she'd be prepared for it. She offers a simple nod to the stranger, tail tip twitching gently. "Hello there, you smell o' Elysium. M' name is Goldenluxury Roux."