Michael was not unused to animals with wings that really shouldn't have had wings. After all, Roxie was his sister, and she, along with pretty much all of her children, had wings. At first it had startled him, but over time the extraordinary had become ordinary, and the bobcat became used to the feeling of a wing brushing against his side whenever he pressed up to his sibling's side. However, Roxie and her children all had wings on their backs, where Michael could pretty much expect them to be. This newcomer – who had happened to startle the thief quite a bit by landing in the sand quite near his little home – instead had her wings in a rather unusual place: on her paws. Interest quite thoroughly piqued, the privateer got up to his paws before long, moving away from his house to pad up beside Natyli. His head cocked to one side as he looked Tasia over, somewhat disappointed to see that she didn't seem to have anything valuable on her. He let Natyli speak first, watching his niece for a moment before he added on, curiously, "Those wings are pretty... interesting. Where are you from, anyways?" It was sort of his job now to welcome people in and figure out why they were here, but that didn't mean he had to be a dick about it.

OCTAVIO SILVA
High-Speed Daredevil
AFRICAN CHEETAH
TYPHOON
"Ooh, sick death, dude!"

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Man, they really needed to work on Octane's people skills. The last time he had spoken with the cheetah, the other had expressed a sense of frustration over feeling alienated from others, but then he went and did stuff like this. Didn't he know that it was rude to just ask people about their body parts? Gently pushing against Octane's shoulder as a warning, Michael muttered quickly, "Jesus Octane, you don't just ask somebody something like that. Not like she can control it." Not anymore than he could control the color of his eyes or Octane could control the pattern of his spots, anyways. Her wings being on her paws was definitely an odd site to be sure, but the thief doubted that Tasia had intentionally chosen to have them be there. Her saying that she was Olympus was also pretty damn weird, but it was hardly the first time anything weird had popped up in the Typhoon. After all, just look at their leader. Goldie, although definitely badass, was infinitely weird with all the god stuff and her terrifying powers.

Turning his attention away from Octane and Goldie, Michael processed both what Aphra and Tasia had said, tilting his head thoughtfully. So she was supposedly here from Olympus... how had she ended up in the Typhoon? Curious and more than a little amused, the fugitive added onto Aphra's statement with a grin, "Are you maybe here on some kind of assignment from Olympus? They're all about messages and hanging out with mortals up there, aren't they?" Michael knew very little about actual mythology beyond what he had read once or twice on the road, but he did know one thing. Those gods from Olympus really did have a thing for interacting with – or having kids with – mortals, and he could only imagine that perhaps Tasia was one of those kids. It would be kind of neat, if the Typhoon had been chosen by the gods for something. Although it also could've been disastrous, considering their prophecies were far from always having happy endings.

OCTAVIO SILVA
High-Speed Daredevil
AFRICAN CHEETAH
TYPHOON
"Ooh, sick death, dude!"

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