Earlier in the Lounge upstairs
"Whoa whoa. How did they manage to hire a gorgeous specimen like you?"
Miso clicked his tongue and whistled lustfully as soon as the young beautiful leopard attendant came waltzing by their table, the co-head of the Madaragumi found himself utterly enamored. He always had a weakness for women, but a young nubile beauty of his own species. Rex, he couldn't help himself. He reached out to touch her behind as she bent over to stack their empty plates full of bones, but only recoiled when she turned around to address him.
"Who? Me, sir?" She asked with a very squeaky and sweet voice.
"Why, yes you, my savannah sweetheart." The rugged-looking older male leopard replied, trying to put on his best charm as his eyes traveled up and down the curvature of her body, impressed. "What's a spotted beauty such as yourself doing bussing tables for a buncha mangy curs like Inarigumi, huh?"
"Well, I... I don't... I mean they are…" She stammered nervously with rosy cheeks on her gold fur, she didn't want to speak ill of her employers as they were the paycheck, but it was a compliment.
"Well?" He asked, slightly impatient.
"Well uh, my bestie, Cody, told me about the job." She answered, her squeaky voice fraught with uneasiness, enticed the old leopard boss. "She said they were hiring any species and she had started a few weeks prior. Sounded like a good way to help pay for our tuition. So… you know… here I am. Haha."
"College girl, eh? How quaint." He said as he dug into the sash on his waist and produced a tiny bottle with which he poured out a line of brown powder onto a small pocket mirror and inhaled it up his big nostrils through a rolled-up yen bill with one loud snort. He jerked his head back and quickly licked his snout clean with his long thick tongue.
"Sir?" The girl asked, startled.
"Ah, yeaaaah!" He growled, shaking his head violently. "That's the shit! Whoa." In seconds his pupils shrank and he perked up, starting to giggle at the girl with a wide Cheshire cat grin. "So you're working through school, huh? Fascinating." He said, out of breath, energetically, licking his lips and smoothing back the fur atop his head trying to appear much younger than he was. "Ugh… So….uh w-what's your name, babe, huh?"
It was at that time she finally noticed that his breath reeked of sake and that it was best she decide to tactically withdraw, quickly understanding he was going to be one of those guests. Plus he was old enough to be her father, just about pushing into grandfather territory.
"Where are you going?" He asked, taking notice.
"Um… I need to get these to the back…" She tried to excuse herself. "No need to waste any more of your time, mister."
Suddenly the leopard's leg slammed down on the table in front of her, blocking her path. "Oh come on… you're not wasting my time. It's just a little silvervine. Want some…uh? Never did tell me your name… Miss?" He asked devilishly grinning.
"Um…could you please move your leg?" She asked, trying to balance the plates.
The older leopard just reclined back onto the couch and then placed his other leg atop the other. "Perhaps… if you told me your name. " His smile grew even wider. He was toying with her and the leopardess was starting to lose her patience as she glowered down at him.
"The name is Miyuki, sir. And I'd rather take these trays to the back so if you could…" She snapped.
"Miyuki?" He interrupted. "Miyuki? That name… Miyuki-chaaan. I like it. Yeah." He teased, stretching her name as if savoring it on his tongue like a delicious tender cut of meat. "Such a nice delicate name for a pretty girl like yourself." He said. "Would you be bothered if I were to call you Myu-Myu? You look like a Myu-Myu."
"I-I- would rather you not, could you p-please move?" Miyuki asked indignantly, trying to move his leg out of the way.
The leopard just chuckled and refused to budge. "How about you sit awhile, hmm? I'd like to "pick your brain" some more." He smirked.
"I'm not really much of a talker…"
"Nonsense!" He growled, revealing his pearly fangs. "We can talk about… school. How about that?"
"Ugh… I don't have time for this. I'm going to go." She groaned, frustrated. Seeing she was getting nowhere fast, she quickly turned around and attempted to go the other way, only for the second occupant on the couch, a hatted leopard of the same build, to quickly growl annoyed at her.
"The hell are you doing?! I'm trying to watch the match!" The other male shouted, glaring at her.
"Sir, but this gentleman is-" She nervously explained.
"I don't care! GET YOUR FAT ASS OUT OF MY FACE!" He growled at her, snout savagely wrinkled. "Fuckin' broad…"
"C'mon…" Miyuki groaned as she quietly backed away and bumped into the creep's leg again.
"Don't mind him." The smiling leopard remarked at his prey. "Ponzu-san doesn't share my appreciation for the fairer sex. I'm sorry if I bothered you. I'll let you through… if that is what you want." He said, nodding with that mischievous grin, trying to sound oh so innocent.
Miyuki just frowned at him, trying her hardest to avoid blowing her top. " Thank you so much for understanding. " She grumbled ticked off through gritted teeth.
Just as she took her first step, his leg snapped right back down in front of her like a toll booth. "On second thought…." He said, playfully.
"OH COME ON!" She snapped at him, face turning a vibrant shade of red. "Let me through! I don't have time to play games with you!"
"Are you sure you can't spare some time to sit with me for just a little bit, Myu-Myu-chan?" He begged almost childishly. "Please?"
"Will you stop it! Stop calling me that!" Miyuki snapped, her own snout wrinkling as she bore her fangs at him. "I'm just not that kind of girl!"
"Come now, I used my manners and everything." Giving her a mocking beg. "I even said please . Should I add pretty to it? Hahaha."
Pat. Pat. Pat.
He began patting the soft space on the couch between him and his partner, who was much more concerned with the fighting match than his partner's antics. "C'mooooon… sit a while."
She glanced over to her employers, both vixens had their attention drawn elsewhere, likewise watching the match below with a vested interest. She was on her own. She had half a mind to just cross the table itself, but then she'd really get in trouble or possibly fired. The job really was a godsend for her tuition.
"C'mon, Myu-Myu-chan, I just wish to admire your spots more closely." The old leopard propositioned. "It's not so often you see one of your own kind in the Inarigumi's turf of all places. Plus, you have such a dazzling pattern of spots. See I'm something of a connoisseur. A cat's spots can tell such an interesting story. Just sit with me, alright? I could tell you about your tapestry, eh?"
Miyuki wasted little time deliberating an answer. "No thank you, sir!" She said very assertively. " Now let me through or I'm going to call security!"
"Now, now… you're the one being difficult." He retorted, clicked his tongue disapprovingly.
"Me-me?!"
" I'm a guest here… an esteemed guest and I just wanted someone to keep me company. You can't even do that for me? I mean what kind of service is that! Don't you wish to honor your employer and make her guests feel welcomed, hmm?"
His attempt at playing the victim only made her inner carnivore peak."Priscilla-sama doesn't pay me to talk with the guests, alright?!" She growled back at him with bass in her voice. "So I'm sorry I can't sit with you. Now could you please let me through?"
"Oh darn… I guess rules are rules" He playfully stated, feigning defeat, throwing his arms up and reclining into the cushions of the couch. He lifted his leg but brought it right back down as "Wait! I know!" He said, snapping his fingers together. "How about I pay you the average hostess bar rates then, huh? It'd be a job or a tip then, wouldn't it? You like tips don't you?" He said, reaching on his person and pulling numerous stacks of bills out for her to see.
"Well, I-." She stammered, starting to feel flustered at the sight of the money.
"You see, I'm a very important person in the Back Alley. See I am Miso, co-boss of the Madaragumi. One of the lords of the Back-Alley. I make moves around here, sweetheart. Bigger moves than your boss for that matter. I get what I want when I want. You could too if you do what I say."
"I want to get the hell away from you…" She said under her breath.
"Just sit with us as we watch the match down there and all this could be yours." He reasoned, holding roughly 100,000 Yen in his hands. "See this? This is nothing to me and there could be more later down the line… if you want it that is." He said, giving her such an oily smile. "I can help pay your tuition. How 'bout that? Just watch the fight with me."
"I-I really shouldn't," She nervously stammered, a bit tempted. "I'm not really a fan of such horrid things. I just bus tables and wash the dishes, sir. Maybe you should try… one of the dancers?"
"Aw… too violent, huh? Well, that's natural for a female like you. Violence has always been more of a man's game. But… you can still talk to me in the meantime. We can keep each other company. Tell the truth, I'm far more interested in you, darling. I can keep your mind off of such… nasty things. Haha." The gangster slyly teased, canines poking as chuckled and he reached out once and his clawed hand twiddled with her increasingly distressed tail, causing her to shiver and nearly fumble the plates.
"Keep your grubby hands to yourself!" The girl loudly rebuked as she barely managed to catch the plates thanks to her feline reflexes, however, she still made a mess on her dress, spilling some of the blood and meat juice all over herself. "Look what you did! Now I'm going to smell like meat for the rest of the night!"
"Well if you had just sat down…" Miso snickered at her. "You brought it on yourself."
Miyuki finally lost it and just slapped the gangster right across the face. Miso blinked as the sting persisted.
"This isn't funny!"
Regret almost instantly set in on the leopardess's face as she realized just what she had done. She'd struck a guest. She was so fired, she thought.
Miso rubbed his cheek before turning back to her. Rather than appearing angered, he seemingly took the rejection in stride, unsettlingly so at that. However, Miyuki soon saw this was merely a front as he lurched forward to snatch her up by the waist. "Feisty, huh? Now I'm really interested!" He snarled, forcibly pulling her down onto the sofa.
"Sir!" The leopardess frightfully screamed as she jerked and contorted wildly, fighting hard to escape his tight grasp, screaming at the top of her lungs trying to get security's attention. "Sir! SIR! LET GO! Aaahh!"
"Struggle all you want, little bitch! I always get what I want." He demanded, his veil of patience vanishing as his snout wrinkled. "You think you can just tell someone like me, no?!"
"Security! SECURITY!"
"Alright! Cut it out!" The security dog growled as he practically materialized behind them and wedged his hands between Miso and the waitress. "Let her go!"
"Calm down, Fido . Ease up with the guard dog act, ey?" Miso joked, letting Miyuki go and trying to play it off as an accident. "You're just overreacting. She just fell is all, I was trying to help her up."
"No, he's lying! Please Mr. Gin, help!" Miyuki shouted, ripping herself free from the couch and running into Gin's arms.
"Time for you to leave." Gin ordered, the leopard. "Get up." He ordered drawing his pistol. "I told you about causing trouble!"
"Come on…" Miso mumbled. "She's exaggerating. We were just having a small chat and she fell."
Gin didn't buy one single rotten word spewing out of the feline's mouth, "Get. Up." He ordered, punctuating with cocking noise of the gun's hammer, briefly getting Ponzu's attention.
"Lapdog…" The surlier leopard growled, eying the dog with murderous intent.
"That won't be necessary, Gin."
It was Priscilla, the fox clearly had had her fill watching things unfold; "I think that will be quite enough of your small chat , Miso-sama!" She hissed the leopard.
"Ma'am?" Gin asked, looking at her to see how she wanted to proceed.
"Gin, escort Miss Miyuki out of here."
Gin nodded and did as he was told, forming a shield between the Madaragumi leader and the waitress. Miyuki eagerly took the opportunity, wasting little time cleaning up the table before leaving with the Inu in a huff.
"Miso-sama, a word, if you will." She beckoned, rising from her seat with a frigid expression, somewhat disgusted by his lecherous behavior. She wasn't surprised. Nope, this wasn't a surprise. She had already known underneath all his smiles and friendly banter that the feline was a creep through and through; a lecherous bastard.
"Oh I know that look," Miso commented, amused, throwing his head back with drunken laughter, throwing his hands behind his head as he reclined back into the couch. "You remind me of Antoniette . She was so cute when she got all fussy like this."
Priscilla blew through the pleasantries and just got right down to it. "Now you listen here!"The fox hybrid growled, stamping over the Madaragumi's side of the chamber and jabbing her metal fold-up fan right into Miso's face. "I know just who you are, Miso, and I know what your position in the market hierarchy is compared to mine, and I understand you feel untouchable wherever you go but let's get one thing straight. This is my establishment and it is not a brothel! My workers are not some slut eye candy for you to manhandle!"
The sly leopard cackled. "Well, you weren't doing anything about it, Mistress Chance." He pointed out. "I mean, a fox like you definitely heard everything I imagine." He said pointing at his ears. "You could have stepped in."
"Oh, I did hear." She readily admitted. "However, I kept my mouth shut to observe my potential partner. Just to see how low you could get."
" Potential you say ?" He repeated, snickering.
"Yes, potential and to be frank, if you can't tell already, we are going to have a problem if you keep up this behavior. My girls are not whores. I didn't hire them to be whores. So you can keep your lecherous hands to yourself!" She barked.
The relatively massive leopard then at that moment rose up from his seat as if taking offense, bumping the table as he rose higher than the vixen like a colossus. His older partner likewise tore his attention away from the match and hovered his hand over the jeweled hilt of his katana, waiting on standby as the room's tone suddenly shifted tensely. The power disparity was vast. The jungle cats' tall and muscular frames far outclassed her as a fox, they stood even taller than San. If either Miso or Ponzu was quick enough they could pick her up and snap her in half with little difficulty. Or worse run her through with their swords.
That said, she wasn't defenseless. Priscilla grasped the grip of her sawed-off double-barrel tightly behind her back. She was a fast draw and in seconds she could empty both barrels into Miso very quickly. Plus she was not on her own. To her back, Raira had her twin Berettas drawn on the big cat while to her left she had Ferro aiming a heavy pistol of her own from the entryway. Together with her sawed-off, they would have little difficulty dispatching Miso if he wanted to do anything.
However, from the cocky grin still on the leopard's face, he knew that it wasn't that simple. They would still have to deal with Ponzu. Priscilla knew it too. Heavy beasts like leopards require a lot more stopping power than a couple of berettas and her shotgun would be empty by the time Miso would be down. She'd simply have no time to reload and deal with the other feline before he'd be on top of her. A bad situation all around if it escalated.
"Jumpy ain't ya?" Miso jested, eyes cycling from Priscilla to her Inari sisters.
"Not comfortable?" She asked, glowering at him.
"Just stretching my legs is all." He answered calmly, stretching out like a cat until he heard a few satisfying pops, before staring down at her content, showing off his large yellow cone-shaped canines. "That's much better. This couch wasn't made for a heavy beast such as myself. Too low… and weak."
"Well if you are done complaining about the furniture, I'll get back to what I was saying… I don't like the way you operate, Madaragumi-sama. Put plainly, you overstep habitually. You act like wherever you step is your own turf. But let me tell you now. This isn't your territory and these aren't your girls. You don't run this… I do ." She said, planting herself firmly in front of him. "And my rules are to be obeyed while you set foot inside my building. Understand?"
"Relax, Mistress Chance. I know who is in charge here." Miso said, growling lowly with his crooked smile as he nonchalantly reached down past her face to grab his drink. His sharp claws popped out as he gripped the cup and took a big sloppy gulp. No care at all as stray drops of alcohol began to stain her fancy carpet.
Priscilla's brows creased annoyed. "I'm sure you do. Well, let this mangy cur be clear. Deal or no deal, you lay another paw on one of my workers again and you and your ilk are all back out onto the street before the fight down there is even over… for good this time. Bribe or no bribe."
"Ah, sure thing Boss Lady." The leopard remarked sarcastically, rolling his eyes and strolling past her looking around the room. "You know… you just proved a point I was telling Ponzu the other day."
"Point?" She eyed him, skeptical. "You have a point?"
"Well after the last debacle with our first attempt I was telling him that dealing with you is just like dealing with your venerable aunt Toni. I told him that you and that firecracker of a vixen are just alike. You're both bossy, you love money, and you're both a bunch of killjoys." He raised his voice with theatrics, getting a few bystanders' notice.
Priscilla cocked her head at him, offended. "Really? Well, forgive me for wanting to protect my girls."
"Look at this place. You Inarigumi always like to proclaim to be the masters of entertainment around our little back-alley, that you know better than us brutes, but you always seem to find some way to suck the fun right out of things. Like that stuck-up little tramp earlier. She couldn't talk to me because you restrict her from mingling with guests. I just wanted some conversation is all. Is that so hard to provide?"
"I'm far more certain that her aversion to your advances had more to do with your charm than anything, Mr. 'No means Yes.'" Pris remarked, folding her arms.
The leopard just sighed. "I'm just saying, young fox. You seem so smart enough to serve us the meat of dead losers, you have all this music playing in here like a nightclub, you have dancers, all these flashing pulsating lights to get people's blood pumping, an excellent view of the arena below, a stocked bar and kitchen, yet you are missing one thing: hostesses!"
Priscilla silently gave the leopard a very perplexed look.
"You're passing up on a very easy and possibly lucrative innovation." He continued.
"Oh, I see where this is going. You just want some young attractive bodies up here to keep you company. You want me to run a hostess bar so you can get your grubby little hands on some young girls. That it?" She answered, cutting to the chase.
The leopard shrugged and nodded. "You make it sound perverse. I mean think about it. Something to keep your VIPs entertained as they deal in business with you or as they watch the action downstairs. It'd be a dream."
"That's what you want. Your dream." She clarified.
"I mean… who wouldn't want something like that? Don't you enjoy a little company yourself? You got that little herbivore boy of yours wrapped around your finger I hear"
Priscilla's ears pricked right up at the very mention of San. She of course tried to play it off and keep her composure, but the leopard was all too quick to notice.
"Oh yeah…" He boasted, slyly grinning as he circled her. "I know all about that tall fluff ball of yours. Ponzu told me all about him. It's no surprise to me that a hybrid like yourself dates outside her species… but a herbivore? Guess the Shishigumi aren't the only weirdos around here. Hahaha."
"Careful… you already tread thin ice, Miso-sama." Priscilla hissed, gripping her shotgun real tight as she fought the urge to turn it on him. "If you even think of laying a finger on him know that it will be seen as an attack on me . And an attack on me means war with the Inarigumi." She bluffed, knowing full well the other clans wouldn't lift a finger against the likes of the Madaragumi for a halfbreed, much less an outsider like San. She could practically read what Raira was thinking over by the couch as she watched them, I told you so.
Fortunately, her bluff worked. The leopard was quick to relent. "Now, now… don't get paranoid, no one is in the mood for a costly gang war, we are here to make business. Nothing less. Besides, war over some little herbivore is beneath me. I'm only making a point. Hahaha." Miso chuckled,
"Then stay on topic, please." She insisted.
"My point is if you allow some of these pretty faces on your payroll to keep your guests company, that it would do wonders for this place. Don't you think? Sometimes someone like me could use some conversation after a long day, you know. Your girls could make tips too. Maybe with some more renovations, you could make this into a full-fledged club in its own right– one that could rival that of your own Boss's club."
"Ambitious aren't we?" Priscilla giggled, wagging her fan at him. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Building off of my pet project just so you can one-up my Boss. The scavenger mindset at its most obvious."
"Hey now… no need to insult me. I'm just trying to pass on some good advice to my potential partner." Miso growled, tilting his head at her. "Don't you want to leave Ten's shadow? Impress your Aunt? Maybe you could lead the Inarigumi. And when you do… just remember who gave you a few pointers, yeah?"
"Well… potential partner I don't seem to recall asking you for advice on the matter. " She said with a mocking smile. "So if you are done…"
"But I'm sure Toni taught you to always listen to your elders for advice and respect the lessons they give you. Especially if it's sound. And that's sound advice."
"I'll give you…your idea sounds good on paper…" She begrudgingly admitted, strolling around him. "You make some sense… but"
"Course it makes sense!" He snapped at her. "I'm a boss for a reason!" He boasted, basking in the perceived compliment. "You know Toni once called me a "Wellspring of Inspiration" back before your time. She sought my council once upon a time. The turf war of 97', back when we kicked those lousy stinkin' hyenas out of town. She relied on me to lay out the battle plan and we prevailed that day." He was waxing nostalgia to an obnoxious degree.
"Yeah, and I believe that was the last and only time I've ever heard my aunt talk favorably of you, Miso-sama." Priscilla quickly responded, putting an end to his little nostalgia high. "So I'm not so sure if I should be so welcoming of your suggestions at face value."
"Huh?" He said, taken aback. "Really? Not even a mention of my large- uh… well…" He quickly stopped himself with a knowing grin, much to Pris's eye-rolling chagrin. "Perhaps that's a little too personal for your young ears." He chuckled. "In any case, how about we put "hostess" on our list of changes for this place once our partnership blossoms, hmm?"
Priscilla tilted her head at him as the leopard continued to sell his idea. "By all means… jot down whatever you want, Miso-sama."
"Maybe some more appealing attire as well. G-strings or maybe some sexy maid outfits for example? Ten's place is much more lively from what my boys tell me. Maybe that can be used as an example, yes?"
"Sure thing, Mr. Wellspring of Inspiration. '' Priscilla responded in a mocking tone as she traversed by the edge of the lounge's skybox, leaning with her back to the balcony overlooking the fight.
"You're mocking me." He caught on and his smile soon faded.
"Wow, you're such a sharp beast!" She sassed. "You catch on real quick."
"So you are really going to ignore all of my advice?" He frowned.
"Oh? Yours? Most certainly. That's because regardless of your sound advice… you still haven't won our bet yet and well that still means you aren't officially my partner." She remarked, jabbing her closed fan at him. "You have to win the bet, remember? I thought we went over this."
"Fine…" He said dryly.
"Oh and by the by… while you were flirting and flexing your ego you might have missed out on the fact that my fighter is winning." She stated with a singsong cadence. "She's been kicking the crap out of your guy for the past few minutes." She said, pointing her fan down to the heated battle below.
"He's losing?!" He shouted, rushing over to the railing.
"Seems like it."
Kyuu was indeed winning, furiously striking her battered opponent until he fell down on his knees. The rabbit looked ready to finish this and Priscilla finally felt as if this scheming windbag would finally be out of her fur. The surprised expression that replaced the smug leopard's obnoxious arrogance, felt oh so sweet for the fox to take in.
Kyuu wound up for one last punch, swinging hard with a right hook. Then… the monkey caught her punch. Just like that, the monkey stood up. The tables had turned. There was a collection of gasps in the stands after the monkey struck Kyuu with his tail.
Miso's smug demeanor returned almost in an instant. "You were saying?" He said, turning to bask in her surprise.
"What-?!" Priscilla shouted, confused as she saw Kyuu go down onto a knee herself, holding her throat while the monkey attempted to hold her in place. The fox's gaze was drawn to a puddle of red by the rabbit's foot and then it all became clear. She'd been cut.
"I don't believe it! THE CYCLONE HAS A BLADE! It looks all over now, PSYCHO IS CUT!"
Baraki's voice suddenly thundered through the lounge's speaker system confirming it. Coiling behind the simian was his tail gripping a dagger. No doubt a part of Miso's plan to win this match-up.
"Who wasn't paying attention now?" The leopard snarkily remarked, playfully pulling and straightening his whiskers with a crooked smile on his mug.
Ignoring him all she could think about at that moment was San, her eyes scoured the arena floor for her lover, finally spotting him down at cage-side on his own. Her llama looked just as on edge as her if not more so. Then at that moment, she saw her girls appear behind him just as she had previously ordered, and she allowed herself a small bit of relief. He was safe for now.
Thoughts of having to explain herself began to bubble within her subconscious. Her eyes flew back to the monkey who was holding Kyuu down and with the bladed weapon poised to deliver the final blow. She began silently pleading for a miracle, when two large clawed hands landed on both sides of her shoulders, nearly knocking her over the railing. Priscilla uttered a low annoyed snarl as glared up at the giant leopard with murderous intent. Every fiber of Priscilla's being wanted to burn his hands off just for even touching her.
"You never can be too sure with fights… one second you're winning then pow… surprise upset. Hahaha." He grinned sinisterly. "So… what do you have to say now… partner ? Willing to listen to my advice now?"
"OH! WAIT A MINUTE! ENZIGURI! LAST-MINUTE ENZIGURI FROM THE PSYCHO! WHAT A MANEUVER! MARK MY WORDS THE DETERMINED DOE IS NOT DONE YET!" Baraki's voice blared through the speakers. The audience erupted jumping with excitement, the crowd of beasts down below all looked like desert sand cascading over itself in the wind. Priscilla quickly ignored the leopard and looked back down to the arena, hoping for one last lucky save.
She was in luck. Kyuu had just managed to stave off the attack at the last minute with a fast kick, even causing the monkey to cut himself in the process. The rabbit further answered the attempt on her life with a hard kick right to the monkey's jaw, sending him crashing down on all fours. She was still in the fight and a wave of relief overtook Priscilla as she glanced over to Miso. She could tell just from his trembling hands that it was his turn to panic.
"Oh, this changes nothing," he growled, acknowledging her returning smugness. "She's still gonna down! You'll see."
Priscilla jerked herself from up under the leopard's grasp and strolled back over to her seat next to Raira. "You can write off your victory snack all you want, Miso-sama, but she still has some fight left in her. She's a stubborn little bitch like that."
Trivia
The Madaragumi
I know the canon Madaragumi likely has like one boss, but I decided for The Misfits canon it would be interesting if there were a dual-head leadership going on. The backstory being they both formed the group back in the day together. Besides their lore is all over the place anyway. Like one minute they are Jaguars the next they are leopards. I just headcanon they allow all any spotted big cat in, Jaguar or Leopard, which is how Marcos is a jaguar and Su is a Leopard.