06-23-2019, 09:26 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 9.2pt; line-height: 1.4;"]V's never cared much for meetings. The cohesiveness of Los Santos isn't lost on him  he gets the point of all this shit; that doesn't mean he has to like it. He'd been lounging in one of the ancient creaking chairs down here with his fingers curled around his weapon, feeling the pricking burn of them and waiting for the lord and savior of this glorious shithole to walk down. He does, of course. Right on time. Volatile's hand stops clenching, now open as he uses one of the curved claws to clean out from underneath his nails. It just ends up leaving more dried blood there, but he doesn't give a shit. Doesn't even look down, golden eyes intently on Wolfsbane's face. Though V's not the sort of person to bow down to anyone, the guy's earned his respect. A few inches taller, not quite as stocky, but he's caught a few glimpses of his scars. Seen the weapons he carries. No use fucking with him unless he wants to make it permanent. At the moment, he doesn't.
A small, rough laugh breaks his silence at the idea of being friendly, unafraid of meeting Bane's pointed glance. Brotherhood sounds a little too nice. Not something he'll hate, not something he'd ever hate, just  sour, maybe. Meet and greets and alliances, bah. Why bother being someone's friend when you could just intimidate them into giving you their shit anyway? That's how he was raised and all he'll ever know. "'Other friendly groups'?" he quotes with a laugh, "let me know when we're getting back to the fun shit, boss." But with that, Volatile rises to his feet and leaves with a wave, heading off to do god knows what. He'll find out as he goes.
A small, rough laugh breaks his silence at the idea of being friendly, unafraid of meeting Bane's pointed glance. Brotherhood sounds a little too nice. Not something he'll hate, not something he'd ever hate, just  sour, maybe. Meet and greets and alliances, bah. Why bother being someone's friend when you could just intimidate them into giving you their shit anyway? That's how he was raised and all he'll ever know. "'Other friendly groups'?" he quotes with a laugh, "let me know when we're getting back to the fun shit, boss." But with that, Volatile rises to his feet and leaves with a wave, heading off to do god knows what. He'll find out as he goes.
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