Post by Caramell 🍬 on Sept 4, 2024 19:58:12 GMT 11
Caribes easily shook the other man’s hand. A handshake meant so much more in the underground market than simple respect. It was a chance to test out your opponent’s strength without resorting to a duel between the two of you. It was also a chance to see what they may be hiding up their sleeves, both literally and metaphorically. The way the admin gripped Caribes’ hand – firm, with an unyielding hold that signaled the end of such events only occurred when he said so, yet gentle enough that Caribes could easily force a break earlier on – let the old gent know just enough.
“I aim to please.” Words dripped like sweet-sour candy. One minute, full of the sugary goodness you expected and that lured you in. A lickspittle response, lapping at the heels of whoever took charge to lead the way. The next, a cutthroat remark meant to stab you in the back when you least expected it. Caribes was by no means shy to take the reigns in whatever manner worked the best. They, however, knew that now was neither the time nor the place to stir up commotion among their fellow colleagues. A rogue Grunt was an easily detainable and removable sort. A rogue admin or executive…well, that was par for the course, really.
“Do keep me in mind for more luxurious missions?” Caribes laughed, snatching up the pink hippopotamus-like tail in one hand to quickly pocket it away. They turned swiftly and nimbly on the tips of their heels and easily strolled out of the room. Some of the newest recruits who gathered at the door hooted and hollered, congratulating them on a mission well down. Some asked how it was to go up against an actual police officer, their eyes belying their strength as fear decorated their gaze.
How was it? The way Thea was easily baited and switched from the start, followed by a sniveling twerp who couldn’t even keep herself together? A devious grin covered Caribes’ face from one end to the other. With a quick nod, they answered the question, leaving elaborations to be left to the imaginations of the newest recruits. “Like taking candy from a baby. All cops are the same. Learn their weaknesses early on, and profit off those weaknesses, if you want to make it in this organization.” They scoffed, one hand holding onto their official uniform. Even if Caribes was only a lowly grunt for now, it felt good to truly be trusted in their home once more. The only true home they’d ever known.
OOC: Closing this thread now. ^^ Also, since Caribes has enough Prestige, he's been moved to Grunt!
Words: 430 | Caribes - Graboid - Octalus - Gizmo - Chuckie - Steven - Annabelle
