It seemed that, at least for the moment, Michael was trapped in the Pitt. Well, not really trapped, if one looked at it critically. After all, his wounds were being taken of well, he had a place to stay, and nobody had treated him too unkindly since he had gotten here, so it wasn't as if he were still in the captivity of the Lost. It was just that he was trapped here in the sense that he couldn't exactly leave, not without exacerbating his wounds and probably dying without a proper plan. He was essentially back to square one of his criminal life, with no big intimidation factor and no reliable muscle to back him up. He needed to recuperate, and plan whatever the hell his next step was going to be. That wasn't so bad, besides the aching loneliness that threatened to cave in his chest every so often. He really needed to get to know the people in this group a little better, if only to make sure that he knew how to get under their skin in case they tried to eat him, or something. Or if this really turned out to be a cult, like he had suspected in the beginning. What better way to get to know people than to help them out? It had taken a little bit of thought to figure out how the hell he could help such a large group out in his current state, but he liked to think he had figured something halfway decent out – even if it might end with him getting punched square in the face, or something along those lines.

He wasn't sure it could truly be considered training, since it wasn't as if he was going to have his new clanmates punching dummies or fighting each other, but he would be giving them new information and trying to teach them how to cover up their weak spots, so that was training enough for him. The male could be found near the middle of The Pitt's strange little main camp area, right in front of the strategist temple. His aviators were perched atop his nose, hiding sharp blue eyes behind them as he glanced at passersby. A lit, mostly burnt cigarette was clenched between his jaws, a welcome stress reliever as he tried to adjust to his new environment. He took a deep breath inwards before exhaling a lungful of smoke before he put the cigarette out, smashing it beneath his paw. Once that was over with, he called out, hoping to grab the attention or those around him, "Hey! If any of you want some training in how to deal with any weak points you've got, then come over here to me! I'm always eager to pick out people's flaws." He gave a little crooked grin at that last bit, his tail flicking back and forth lazily behind him as he waited for others to come up.

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The first to arrive to his little gathering was none other than Astiar, the big bug monster whom Michael had no idea how to interact with. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he could interact with the thing. Caustic had found out enough to communicate what the creature was, but that had seemingly just been because of his analytical nature, and not because of any actual communication between them. Still, Michael resisted the strong urge to recoil away from Astiar in a mixture of disgust and fear, instead just regarding the beast silently for a moment before he spoke, "Well... you, big guy, have one pretty obvious weakness in that you can't really communicate with the other people you're working with. At least not very well, anyways. Plus, you're pretty big and slow. Easy to get the drop on. You've gotta keep an eye on your surroundings, but I bet those things are pretty sensitive." He gently patted Astiar on the belly near his burn wounds, before he jabbed a paw up at the other's little antennae. He didn't know much about bugs, since they weren't exactly the type of thing you worried about for heists, but he knew that antennae were meant to pick up on things, and if somebody fucked with them? It would probably be less than great. Frowning slightly, the bobcat opened his mouth to offer Astiar some advice – as if the beast would actually understand any of it – when he was cut off by the sound of a slightly shrill and malicious little voice.

Two malicious little voices, actually, belonging to a pair of sisters in the form of Sweeney and Mercedes. They immediately went on the defensive alongside each other, fluffy pelts sticking out in indignation as they went in on him, pointing out his flaws. What a bunch of little brats. He had half a mind to just show them how weak they were, and punt them away with his paws. That probably wouldn't have gone over well, however, so he found himself just rolling his sapphire blue eyes, a soft snort leaving him as he heard them. He grumbled to them, looking unimpressed down at the sisters over the tops of his aviators, "Oh yes, I'm so weak that I managed to endure months and months of torture and then drag myself all the way here and still survive. I'm so embarrassed, you've caught me." He sarcastically dragged his words out at the children, unable to keep himself from chuckling at Mercede hesitating at the word "ass." Eventually he continued, looking the both of them over, "You two aren't hard to pick the weaknesses out of, but that's natural, considering you're both kids. Kids are naturally small and weak, and that's why adults protect you. Thankfully, the two of you have already learned that you're stronger when you stick together... good job." He grumbled the last bit, as if he was a little remiss to admit that the fox pair had done something right.

The last to arrive to the training was... Caustic. Shit. Michael could practically hear the alarm bells going off in his head as he faced his neighbor, eyes scanning over the larger canine. He knew it was probably a bad idea to analyze Caustic, but... well, the other had shown up for it, so clearly he was expecting something, right? The bobcat swallowed a little nervously before he spoke, clearing his throat to put on his usual fake bravado and bluster, "Caustic... ah, well, you're pretty damn big, which gives you an advantage over quite a few people, but you've got some stuff too, like... well, for one thing there's that cough you've got. It's obvious that if anybody wanted to incapacitate you seriously, they could just go right for the chest to hurt your lungs. Not to mention your foot..." He pointed down at Caustic's toes, his tail flicking back and forth as he pointedly avoided the other male's eyes, "You're missing two of your toes, which makes you naturally imbalanced. If someone wanted to knock you over, they could just aim for that leg..." Warily, he glanced up to meet Caustic's eyes once he was done speaking, wondering how the canine would react. He was far too used to the unpredictable at this point, it seemed.

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Quietly he had been watching, but not from afar. He had been quite close by, only unseen because of his invisibility and only unheard of cause he was ghosting  through the jungle.

Was he surprised to hear Jervis’ children exercising their most prominent inherited feature? Big mouths like their father. But that was fine for now, it would get the pipe in trouble in the future. However Kydobi was going to make sure they did not warp into a similar person like the last ardent.

It did please the panther to see member do actively participating amongst each other. Especially a brand new one, despite his injuries Michael was getting involved. It was a good start. When the two little ones started snapping at the bobcat he would post most attention. How they handled this would influence Kydobi’s outlook on them. But it was well.

Needless to say he was impressed by Michael. A name he had heard float around but never had a fact to pair it with.

It was hard for the panther to turn this chance down. This whole affair was pretty intriguing to the prideful brute. Flaws? Kydobi had none, at least physically. Or rather functionally.

If one looked deeper, they were all internal and mental.

As much as he hated to admit it, he wound like the validation of seeing Michael pause in thinking.

“You seem very insightful. I’ve wonder what flaws do you see in me?”, he would inquire as he allowed himself to be seen.

Absently, Michael's short tail flicked from side to side behind him as he eyed the group before him, his blue gaze lighting up when none other than Kydobi came over. The leader of this whole damn group had come to his gathering, intent on having his flaws laid bare for all to see. The bobcat couldn't deny the short thrill that raced through his body at that, just because he knew he could find something. Despite Kydobi's certainty that the thief would struggle, Michael felt quite confident in himself, knowing full well that there were times where you needed to pick out not only the physical flaws, but the flaws of the mind and heart as well. The male found himself stepping forward, intent on pointing out Kydobi's weaknesses in the most saccharine way he could, but he never managed to make it to that point. He had certainly heard Caustic speaking to him before, but he had been too distracted by the presence of the leader, his one deaf ear not helping the situation much either. It was nearly a total surprise when a paw came crashing down upon his back, knocking him to the sandy earth below and knocking the air straight from his lungs. The bobcat wheezed, his usual injuries further exacerbated by the roughness of the other.

He quickly found himself snarling, lashing his body from side to side as he shoved upwards, ignoring the sting of his wounds even as they protested violently. Eventually Caustic released him, and the bobcat was back on his feet before long, holding back the groan of pain that threatened to leave his muzzle just at the action of sitting up. He glared bitterly at Caustic, hissing at the scientist after he had regained his bearings "Well, it's real fuckin' nice to know that you know how to combat that shit. I'm afraid I don't have any goddamn gold stars to give you, sorry." He really was pissed at being humiliated at his own training, not to mention the ache that he was sure would be remaining in his body for the entire rest of the day. Flattening his ears at the frantic buzzing sound that was happening near them, he glanced in the direction of Astiar, noticing the large bug dragon's distress. He just chuckled – with a faint wheeze to it – before he spoke again, "Glad to see you're worried about me, big guy. But I'm alright, can handle myself... I'm gonna need a minute, Kydobi. Fuckin'... wounds hurt." He brushed a little bit prissily at his own fur, flattening it back out again as he waited for the pain to stop echoing in his body.