M I D A S

Unlike most others who at the moment were returning or re-emerging from their homes after the Coalition's defeat, Midas hadn't really been hiding. Nor did he have any sort of noble and important goal he had been pursuing during his absence, either. Rather, he had simply been a child for the majority of the time that everything had gone to shit. He had been too young to be let out of the house on his own by dad or pops, and while he and Frankie did occasionally sneak out, he found more entertainment within his home. It was hard not to, when his dads were two world class thieves, and they lived in a house full of pet rats and moths. There was more than enough for him to do, and his dad's orders to stay inside had only become more strict once the Coalition had shown up.

Neither he nor Frank had been allowed out after that point, Michael's words a bit manic as he told them that it was for their own safety. Ultimately, their pops had to come over and calm him down a bit to soothe his anxious and ailing mind. After that, Midas had decided that he would follow his dad's instructions for the moment, not wanting to see a similar anxious expression on the bobcat's face ever again. Thankfully, Frankie had seemed mostly in agreement with that, so the two of them at least had each other to keep themselves entertained while they were trapped inside. Not to mention the fact that they were constantly waiting for news, watching every little thing their dad or pops did, listening for any sound of fighting outside. Eventually, it had come again.

It was after that day that their dad came back inside, telling his children that it was once again safe to go out. However, even as he had smiled and reassured them that the Coalition had been fought back, Midas couldn't help but notice how Michael's eyes had a slightly pained look to them. It was obvious that something had gone wrong, if the way that both his dad and pops had then disappeared off, faintly mumbling about heads and Goldie. That didn't spell anything good, especially since the pup knew how much his dad respected their captain.

With everything seemingly fucked, Midas had decided that it was time for him to re-introduce himself to the world. After all, they were no longer taken over, and people were evident saddened because of... whatever had happened to their beloved captain. So, he might as well try to put a smile on their faces, right? Right.

He had waited only a few days before he threw open the front door of his family's house, walking through the sand and towards the main town area, the tavern a shining beacon to guide him along. Once he had deemed that he was close enough for a large group to hear him, Midas announced himself loudly, "Ay there, fuck'eads! I 'eard that we're finally not taken over anymore! So I decided that it was tha proper time ta re-introduce myself to you all! My name is Midas Townley-Phillips, and my dad is a dealer around 'ere. So, ya better be nice ta me." With that, the boy's loud voice then fell silent. Evidently, the coyote pup was happy with his new introduction, and was waiting for others to introduce themselves.

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The first one to come and greet him was someone... really tiny. Keona's approach caused Midas's head to snap up, his eyes widening and his head tilting to one side. She talked all proper, like an adult, and claimed that she was a dealer, but... hell, she was smaller than him. As much as the pup liked to believe he was big and scary, he was constantly reminded of how young he really still was, so to see someone smaller than him who seemed so much older was certainly a shock, to say the least.

He was quick to voice this, heavily accented voice amused as he spoke up, "Wow! Yer Keona? M'dad 'as told me about you before, but he never mentioned that you were so tiny! Y'got some kinda defect or somethin'?" Internally, the coyote knew that such a question was probably rude to ask. In spite of this, he couldn't help the words pouring forth from his muzzle, no matter how crude they were. Perhaps he'd learn to hold his tongue a bit better once he was older. Tapping a paw thoughtfully against his own muzzle, Midas then questioned, "So yer the other dealer, huh? I bet bein' all tiny really comes in 'andy when yer spying on other groups, right?" When the young canine thought about the divisions and dealers, he couldn't imagine anything more exciting than infiltrating other groups. Getting to see them from the inside without them even knowing you were there – although he was fairly sure he'd never be too good at it.

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Geez, these guys were prickly, weren't they? Maybe that was why dad had kept him inside for so long. In spite of Salem's awkward and vaguely hostile response, Midas found himself just snorting before he shook his head a bit wildly from side to side. His tone was fond as he spoke, amused by how personally they seemed to take his offhand comment, "Oi, calm down a bit, will ya? I wasn't trying ta insult 'er. Sorry if that was rude, alright? Dad has been trying ta teach me 'proper manners,' but I guess I ain't quite got the hang of it yet." Despite how he had sounded, the young coyote was being genuine when he said it hadn't been meant as an insult. It had just spilled forth from his mouth, mostly motivated by the fact that he had never met a rusty spotted cat before. He only pretty much had experience with the rest of his family, so he only knew a bunch of other coyotes, and his dad, the sole bobcat.

With that out of the way, Midas turned his attention back to Goldie, looking the former captain up and down curiously. In the stark other direction, she sure was big, wasn't she? She looked like she could step on him and leave him squished like a bug. Luckily for her, she would be correct in assuming that he wouldn't have any expectations for her. The only knowledge of her that he had was secondhand from Michael, so he'd have to come up with his own opinions. For now, he just offered her a toothy smile, tail thumping against the ground as he spoke, "Nice ta meetcha too, miss Goldie. My dad's told me a bit about ya, but I wasn't sure I'd ever meet ya thanks t'bein' stuck inside for so long. Yer more intimidating than I imagined." Although, she couldn't be that intimidating to him, considering he was still inspecting things like her tattoos, and bright fur.

Once he was done looking at Goldie's peg leg – and wondering when he could get his own tattoo – the boy was finally able to refocus his attention on Salem, and Keona. What were they asking him about? Oh, right, divisions. The pup let out a bit of a cackle before shaking his head, laughter still bubbling out of him as he explained, "Nah, I don't really think the Blackjack Rats are fer me! I know my dad does some important work, but I ain't really the sneaky type, ya know? I'd much rather be out 'n' fightin'... ya know, like the Grim Rays!" His dad had been sure to give him a basic rundown of the various divisions once he was old enough to understand. Naturally, the combative ball of energy had gravitated towards the Grim Rays, eager to destroy The Typhoon's enemies – even if he was a bit small for that, yet.