kamikaze - [ESPIONAGE MEETING]

[Stryker]

⸺ STRYKER, THE KINGPIN ⸺

pleasing everyone isn't like you, dancing jigs until i'm crippled

After the meeting, Stryker sat on the beach. His eyes focused out on the distance towards Leviathan's Trench. Underneath the depths of the ravine laid a hidden cave. From the water's surface, it was unable to be seen, but after some exploration downwards the cave would appear before their eyes. The lion's meeting would proceed there today, but not before the two promoted espionages approached him. With a sigh, he awaited their approach before they proceeded to the cave.

[member=16137]Ezrakel Tsune[/member] [member=218]ARGUS[/member]

"TALKING"

[SirDio]

Ezrakel Tsune - Male - Oriental Shorthair 

The clashing tones of blues, purples, and greens within the young cat's eyes seemed to have subsided. Espionage, eh? Sounded like something he could do. No one knew him, aside, of course, from The Coalition. After the meeting did the tom rise from his spot and move toward Stryker, a bit more sway in his step.

"I do hope you've recovered, for the most part?" He tilted his head as he stood before his leader, ears flicking every now and then. Tail feathers clashing gently against the sands, he waited patiently for Argus to arrive.

[ARGUS]

It wasn't a surprise that Argus had been given rank there, no. It was with a heavy heart, and a solemn set to the dragon's gait that they followed along. Argus felt her own body ache with the feeling as Argus tried to grapple for control with the ability she felt bubbling in the surface. An espionage- a spy It would prove interesting, if making the rest of their work within the Coalition on the back burner in exchange for the work done inside anther clan- would irk at them. The dragon offered a hum of agreement to their charge's own question. Ten eyes swirling between the two without any real pattern.

"I hope at least, well enough." The dragon rumbled in their own growl. The mask that lay across their features was present- and hint the aprehention in Stryker's judgement far from their own tone. Instead the dragon decided to crowd near the entrance of the cave, keeping onlookers and any eavesdroppers away with a wing draped across the cover of the wall.

Stryker was egar to push them both out- his clever little spies they would prove to be, and argus had the telling of a great one under her wing. The dragon was so well at trading stories that she felt no ill will on doing it again, it was only in their history that told them of a different kind. With a handler on their neck- with their loyalty to a sense of people rather than a cause: Argus felt the lingering hesitance fade in the reality settling around her.

"What are our missions, dear kingpin?" Would they be placed together? apart? There were only the two of them as far as the dragon knew- and four clans to which they needed the eyes. Argus could mayhaps proove to be in two places- but three? No, even they didn't have the reserves or ability to stay awake- stay active in all of these places.

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"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"

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[Stryker]

⸺ STRYKER, THE KINGPIN ⸺

pleasing everyone isn't like you, dancing jigs until i'm crippled

As the two arrived, slitted eyes watched their surroundings carefully. They didn't need any lingering eyes. Luckily, there was no one else present (to his knowledge), so he began to acknowledge the two that arrived. A smirk rose upon his lips. "Somewhat, yes," the lion commented towards them. "I've been taking care of myself where I can." Admittedly, he was still weak and wasn't able to do as much as usual, but he hoped to change that soon enough. After all, he led the Coalition. They needed him. Stryker would need to hold his head high and push on as much as he could, despite the disadvantages it could cause him.

Onto business though. His gaze travelled down towards the ravine's edge, surveying it's contents. The dark abyss below hid the cave well. With a huff, weary legs rose up from the floor and wandered towards the edge of Leviathan's Trench. "From now on, we'll be meeting down there." An alabaster claw pointed downwards. To them, it would seem like nothing but water, but there was much more than that hidden within it's depths. Hopefully they could all swim. "Follow me... and if you get lost, grab my tail." That was more for the smaller feline, as he was sure Argus could handle herself.

Without another word, he dove into the water. Large paws stroked downwards. It was only a few feet below, but perfectly concealed from the naked eye. Feeling the water's current diminish, he pushed forward and shot through the weak waterfall's edge and into the cave's opening. Gasping for air, he moved forward and further into the dimly lit cave. He awaited for their arrival.

"TALKING"

[ARGUS]

Argus it would seem would be the first to move after the kingpin, dark eyes in a sea of pitch scrutinizing the chosen meeting place rather than watch their step. Though narrow the path Argus managed. Gripping along the edges of the side and keeping their wings pinned to the side.

Argus' mind was already clouded, what little attention could be paid gave a low hum as they followed the leader down, deeper. Chaz' was the healer, and simply put healing wasn't a road that Argus found well enough to put to use beyond a dire need. They had learned, long ago, but the times changed, medicine evolved, and the isle was still flourishing with all the wrong herbs for a medic born of sand. It was what brought them here, in the secret den where meetings would be held. Their large form at the back wall, even though the spacious room under the carve of waterfall.

Argus remained silent instead, watching for their own charge Ezrakel and Stryker both to speak. The dragon watching both behind a masked glance.

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"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"

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[Stryker]

bumping for ezra <3

[SirDio]

Ezrakel Tsune - Male - Oriental Shorthair 

Ezrakel followed Argus into the water, sore legs being forgotten as he pushed himself through the water. Following the two into the cave, and letting out a shake of his fur to rid himself of the water, he looked around. "That's smart." He shook himself again before facing Stryker and Argus. "Alright -- what's this meeting about?" The obvious answer had to deal with the espionage work -- but there was probably more information for the two.