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Sam had followed after Goldie- not quite flying, of course- leading any of their children who wanted to follow. When she arrived, Sam neatly sat, her wings tucking in close to her back and her head tilting a tiny bit, eyeing over Goldie quietly. Ever present and quiet. For once, at least.

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Raiden nervously heeds the call for a meeting, tail dragging limply behind him as he took his seat near the back. Oh boy. This would be a ride.

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If I fall, get knocked down, pick myself up off the ground

The tiny Dealer perked her ears and quickly rose to follow the horn's call.  She hoped Goldie was taking it easy, though she knew the tigress was probably eager to fall back into her routine.  Keona could understand that.

The petite fae waved her tail in a quick greeting to the captain as she found a close-by seat, curling her tail neatly over her paws.

✯ — keona sibéal ní faoláin. female. dealer of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

[glow=white,1,400]OPEN YOUR EYES UP , STEP IN THE RING ! — [abbr=APHRA CIPHER, THE TYPHOON, 4 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

It had been a while since the last meeting - at least, one Aphra had been to. Since she returned, she couldn't recall a meeting ever taking place since then, but given Goldenluxury's circumstances, it made sense. Even if Aphra believed otherwise. At the sound of the horn, the oriental longhair made her way towards the deep sea dome and took a seat.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]if Goldenluxury believed that finally being in decent enough health to hold a meeting would excuse a fall back into old habits, he would beg to differ. He'd seen the exhaustion that weighed her down. Her recent delivery seemed to take even more out of her, and the slow crawl back into some state of normalcy had proved both the leader's strength and, perhaps, her shortcomings. (If they were to be frank, he was still reeling after Roxanne's bloody birthing, so he assumed it could not be much different for any other new mother.)

She hadn't held a meeting in a while, and Ahab had not attended any sort of event as of late - a fair trade, he thinks as he takes a seat. She looked tired, and so did he. They were, if anything, propping themselves up with whatever they could scratch together. Maybe that was enough.

A meeting, huh? Despite having been around for a while now – at least long enough to be somewhat acquainted with everyone, anyways – Michael couldn't recall any time that he had actually been around for a meeting taking place. The fact that it was his first time attending such a thing sent a faint thrill of excitement through the bobcat, despite the fact that he was sure it wouldn't be anything all that exciting. Padding up, Michael joined with the large group already gathered before long, Roan rushing along after him in excitement. The pair took their places relaxed and looking upwards, both waiting to see what would be said, except Roan's eyes kept occasionally wandering, searching for his mother's presence.

[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]

Though Lute had found himself not being around for very long thus far, he found himself in the same boat as some here that had been here longer than himself in that they had yet to attend a meeting here in the Typhoon. The slimy dragon had heard of things happening before, and had been told by some how they usually went, so he was not a complete stranger to them, but he had patiently waited to see exactly how they were done, so when he saw many of his fellow pirates moving forward making their way over to gather in one spot, he excitedly clambered after them.

Looking up towards Goldenluxery, the large dragon would look down once more, watching where he was stepping before sitting towards the back so that he wasn't in the way of anyone, before taking a glance back up and waiting. 

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[glow=white,1,400]I LOVE YOU, CANNIBAL QUEEN ! — [abbr=ROXANNE ROUX, THE TYPHOON, 3 YRS OLD, DRACONIC FELINE, SINGLE NOT LOOKING]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

With a twitch of her whiskers, Roxanne arrived at the scene with a slight limp in her paws still not over the electric injuries she had received. They had slowed her down and well, a lot of things had began to pile themselves onto her shoulders and she was exhausted yet she pushed onwards. Finding a place near her son, Roan, did she brush her nose against his cheek only to sit down carefully. The small draconic feline glancing up towards her niece, several emotions within her gaze. Her heart heavy. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

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OCTAVIO SILVA
High-Speed Daredevil
AFRICAN CHEETAH
TYPHOON
"Ooh, sick death, dude!"

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Octane vibed with everyone else.

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