What the hell was with people lately? Michael knew full well that he couldn't say too much, considering he had killed and drained a Coalition trespasser following the raid. However, that didn't mean he was a big fan of how things were going. He had thought that the violence would be toned down with the Coalition gone, not go up. In this case especially, he found himself doubting Cory's sanity, and whether the wyvern was even safe to have within The Typhoon. Some would argue that Roxie wasn't safe to have around either, thanks to his cannibalistic nature, but at least his sister seemed to have a stable head on her shoulders – somewhat, anyways. Cory, by contrast, was a drunken newcomer and maniac who now was evidently prone to random violence, a combination of things that immediately set the dealer on edge. Michael's steps were short as he made his way over to where Cory and the dead rogue were, drawn over by the unpleasant scent of a decaying corpse on the air. His nose wrinkled as he grew closer, unnerved by the sight of Cory's little smirk. The body wasn't even good for drinking from, considering what a mess the wyvern had made.

After a moment of standing there silently, Michael cleared his throat to alert the other to his presence, a frown on the bobcat's muzzle. He muttered softly, eying the rogue's corpse as he spoke, "Hey, Cory... so. What exactly was the purpose of this?" He gave the body a little jab as he said that, before withdrawing his paw and shaking a bit of blood off of it. He then grumbled, his bob of a tail twitching behind him, "Maybe we should've just let Rift take all your booze away. I hope that you don't make a habit of this..." Perhaps someone else would've been frightened at the prospect of making Cory angry, since it was obvious it didn't take much for the other to get violent. However, the dealer knew that if Cory even tried doing anything to him, he would have the whole of The Typhoon on his ass, ready to maul him right back.

Roxanne had cannibalistic tendencies but she kept that under the wraps and hadn't exactly struck out to kill anyone, no, she had to be levelheaded as the captain... She was aware of this and said captain would make her way over with her snout wrinkling at the smell of blood, she noticed that there was a small group of some familiar faces and a new one that she has yet to meet. She found a frown on her maw as she stepped forward to take a stand beside Rosemary, her eyes fixated onto the body of the rogue feeling the saliva beginning to build up on the roof of her mouth though she cleared her throat nodding in agreement to what Emil said "Go give them a proper burial, Cory..." Her eyes turned to notice Alexandre having to see such a sight made her feel guilt, it was enough to snap her away from her hunger for the flesh that lay in front of her.

She would have to make sure that he was alright later but her mismatched gaze would turn to Rosemary with her ears twitching at what she was saying. "I'd reccomend it... Just so we can avoid this," Roxanne would glance over to the corpse only to say with a light shake of her cranium "This time it was a rogue, a possible joiner or a merchant. The next time you could end up injuring a crewmate and it would be for the best if you sought out help to avoid that." If it ever got to that point where Cory would end up hurting one of his own crewmates, Roxanne would have to intervene and if he got out of control... Well, she'd either have to kill or exile him, which wasn't something she wanted to do as of right now.

YOU NEVER GAVE UP ON ME; WHY DON'T YOU?
I'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU SEE; WHY WON'T YOU?

Cory's words made little sense to Michael's rattled mind, not that they would've made much more sense if the dealer was completely calm and thinking straight. He had been stressed enough already as of late, and to have the wyvern now rambling on about the most insane nonsense he had ever heard... Michael nearly told him to shut the fuck up. However, he knew better than that. Instead, the thief took a deep breath inwards, letting it out slowly before he shook his head, muttering to Cory with narrowed blue eyes, "Cory... I have no goddamn idea what you're talking about. You sound like you're high, or something. Clearly you need some sort of help, or maybe just a nap." The bobcat then shrugged his shoulders a little, not particularly caring which the other chose. As long as this little incident didn't happen again, Michael would be happy. It seemed as though that sentiment was shared with most of the rest of those who had gathered, including Roxie.

As Alexandre turned and wandered off from behind the crowd, the dealer just shook his head, tone harshening a bit, "I agree with Rosemary and Roxie. Get some damn help, cause if any of my pups end up subjected to this shit because of you, I can assure you there's gonna be hell to pay." Michael then just shook his head, shooting a brief glance at his sister before he turned to walk away. He had no interest in helping Cory bury the body, considering the other had caused this whole mess all on his own. It only seemed proper that he clean it up all on his own, too.

( out! )