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    ✦ ✧ ✦ Oz trudged along, finally reaching the border of the Cartel's territory. What did the Cartel call them? Associates? Such a strange thing to call their friendly groups, but whatever, it wasn't his issue. It was such a far distance to go, he was a bit tired after walking all that way and dreaded going back. All that work just to say, "Hi, I'm here," when he was fairly certain none of them would care. The Hellhound sat down at the border, waiting for someone to approach him and ask what the fuck he was doing there.

    " Sup buddy, so what can the cartel do for ya today mate?." Breakout asked as he come forward to greet the other hellhound by the border while giving him a check out. Shit, he looked hot. He had always had a special taste for other hellhounds probably because he was one himself and he could only breed with other hellhounds so maybe it had something to do with that or because they where the same speice. It was natural to get drawn towards your own spiece. This one looked rather young though?. Younger then him at least?. Eh, sometimes the physicial age was difficult to see on others, some looked older then they were or looked younger then thier actual age. Whatever, it was not importand right now since this one was one of thier associates and hopefully he was here to buy something, the cartel could really need some extra cash right now.


    // ahaa how old is Oz??

    ✦ ✧ ✦ [ almost an adult but not quite! he's about a year old aadefsgrd ]


    The hellish eyes fell on Breakout and the hound waved his tail from side to side. "Yo. I'm Ozymandias, or Oz, Administrator of the Brigade and now the ambassador for the Cartel. Just came to check in and see how y'all are doing and if we're still associates." He says, partially dryly since he doesn't truly want to be there but rather does it out of obligation. "Also, to notify that one of our bosses, Bridalveil, has passed away. Kingpin is the sole Boss now." He adds afterwards, figuring he might as well notify them since the time for grieving was done. Well, the Clan's time. Oz didn't grieve, he didn't really give a shit either.


    Ozymandias. Yup, that was a mouthful name to say so he would likely just stick with Oz or Ozzy. " Well nice meetin' ya then Oz, name's Breakout, Capo of the Militia division so if ever needing a weapon or someone to do the dirty job for ya well ya're looking at the right man for the job." he introduced himself with a grin. Now to the question at hand Breakout would give a little bit of a shrug of his shoulders. " I've not heared anything about boss wishing to drop ya guys so as far as i know our business still stands. " He highly doubted Serpentine would do so to begin with unless a reason, they needed to value the associates they had and couldn't risk losing some for simple lack of interaction. The cartel themself could do better on that front so didn't see a reason to point fingers at the other.


    " But i can snatch him up for ya if wanting to be on the safe side. Oh and sorry for your loss. " He really didn't care what had happend to thier leader to be truthful about it. Everyone died eventually, sooner or later it had just been Birdalveils time but for the sake of being polite and respectful would offer his 'sympathy'.


    " And yeah, we're doing fine. A little slow perhaps but it's rather peaceful around here and most like peace so i suppose everyone is satisfied." everyone except him.Things where to peaceful for his liking. Breakout was feeling a bit bored and restless lately wanting something to happen at least. He never felt as much alive like he did when he was out on the battlefield.

    Breakout would prove to be the only of the two Cartelians that had any problem with the supposed peace around here. he's quite thankful, he thinks, that things aren't blowing up as they had been when he'd first joined about a month ago, perhaps two. The drama with Sanguine Ruins had been constant and it had tired him then, having been only six months with no knowledge of the world. But now he's eight months, he's more experienced with things evidently, and far more confident than he had been back then judging by the prideful way he holds himself. The little fox nudges Breakout's leg as he steps forward, shy smile dancing on his lips, the remaining baby fat of his cheeks squishing and causing his eyes to squint. "Sorry about Bridalveil. Is there anything we can do to help The Brigade?" he asks, knowing he's of lower position than Breakout and that the Capo hadn't offered their services, but also knowing that Breakout was also the least likely to do so. "Is there anything else you want while you're here?"

    ✦ ✧ ✦ The hound gave a slight nod of his head. "Nice to meet you Breakout." He says sternly, the corner of his lip turning to a small smirk but nothing overtly noticeable. "Good to know we're still on good terms then. The Veil has recently dropped us as allies and we've been having quite some issues with them." He adds with a small shrug of his shoulder. To be honest, it wasn't his problem and he didn't really give a shit. If the Veil wanted to be nasty, Oz could be nasty to her too. "Ain't much of my loss, I don't really give a shit. We still got Kingpin and of course, me, so eh." He says after Breakout's comment about losing Bridal. It wasn't his loss, it wasn't really anyone's loss. The only one that seemed to give a shit about Bridalveil was Rocket and maybe his father, but Oz? Nah, couldn't care less. It was as if she hadn't existed to him.

    Then someone else approaches, to which his eyes turn to. He shakes his head. "Not really, just came to check up on y'all. As far as I'm concerned, my job is pretty much done." He says, doing his best to return the soft smile though it seemed offputting. He gets up onto his paws, waiting a moment for any last words.

    "Apologies for my lateness," Serpentine hums as he comes forth finally, his steps likely would have been otherwise silent in his arrival. The dark servaline male, tall and lean, makes his way over to stand beside his two high positions, giving each of them a slight nod of his head before pausing before the ambassador. Oz, he had heard the younger male call himself, was an Administrator of the Painted Brigade. "It's good to meet you, Oz. I go by Serpentine, I'm the Godfather here, pleasure to meet you." The elegant male rolls his slim shoulders back, suave smile curling up on his features. "I might be visiting the Brigade later to speak with Kingpin about possibly bringing our clans closer together with a event." With how small their circle of associates were, Serpentine figured it should be all the more easier for he and the Cartel to plan something relatively small - scale. "I hope your return home is safe."