Horrible were words he would never use to describe Goldie. In his eyes Goldie was nothing short of a loyal Typhoon Dealer, ready to defend the Typhoon and it's members at a simple beck an' call. The loyalty of Goldenluxury made him sometimes even doubt his own loyalty to this place, he wasn't sure if he would be the one to defend the Typhoon with his own life, but when he really thought about it; there were members in this group that he would defend to his very last breath even if it didn't mean much with how vulnerable he was. Even at Goldie's worst, Marcellus could only find respect for the Dealer and admiration for her levels of loyalty. Whether her worst be murder or breakdowns, he would always find a way to retain his respect for the bengal feline even if murder slowly became Goldenluxury's way of life though he had to admit that it would probably never be his even if he vowed it to. He wasn't a murderer in the slightest but that wasn't to say he was a simple pacifist. He would fight with his last breath if it meant his survival over someone else's and would just as easily murder them if it came down to his life versus theirs.
Marcel was taking a short nap during the day but he easily found himself unable to rest, his eyes opening every so often as he could feel the sunlight against his pelt that drafted through the broken glass window next to his bed. Finally an hour passed and just the king cheetah sprang to his paws in frustration, huffing he allowed his claws to dig slightly into the wood bark beneath before he finally made his way out his shack in the effort to take a walk. His paws pounded against the sand before it switched to the dirt and grass in which he made his way towards the jungle and past the gate where he turned his head slightly to get a glimpse of Kirishima disappearing on the other side of it and the loud sounds of sobbing and crying. For a moment he wondered if Kirishima was in trouble and instantly he sprang into action, the king cheetah forcing as much speed as he could manage with his useless limp. His chest heaved with slight anxiety until he reached the other side to reveal the figure of Kirishima and... Goldenluxury?
"Goldie? Goldie!" Quickly the Privateer made his way past and over to her sobbing and blood covered frame, his eyes darting around as he tried to figure out what to do. He remembered briefly, Gabriel, a member of the Typhoon who had helped him with his own panic attack when he had one. Remember, remember. "God damn it! Marcellus remember, this is important!" He muttered in anger to himself, frustration building before he finally remembered. He made his way to Goldie's side where he pressed his body against her sobbing bloody one to assure her that they were here to help. "Goldie, if you can hear me, breath. Breathe in and out, calm down, we're here to help you." He coo'ed softly to her, trying to get through to her through the panic attack. His eyes looked over her desperately, desperate himself to seek any signs of improvement through her condition. "Someone, get Junji or Silus, quickly!" He called to them, not moving from Goldenluxury's side as he could feel the beginnings of panic inside himself as well. What if Goldie never calmed down? Right now he could only hope for the best outcome.
Marcel was taking a short nap during the day but he easily found himself unable to rest, his eyes opening every so often as he could feel the sunlight against his pelt that drafted through the broken glass window next to his bed. Finally an hour passed and just the king cheetah sprang to his paws in frustration, huffing he allowed his claws to dig slightly into the wood bark beneath before he finally made his way out his shack in the effort to take a walk. His paws pounded against the sand before it switched to the dirt and grass in which he made his way towards the jungle and past the gate where he turned his head slightly to get a glimpse of Kirishima disappearing on the other side of it and the loud sounds of sobbing and crying. For a moment he wondered if Kirishima was in trouble and instantly he sprang into action, the king cheetah forcing as much speed as he could manage with his useless limp. His chest heaved with slight anxiety until he reached the other side to reveal the figure of Kirishima and... Goldenluxury?
"Goldie? Goldie!" Quickly the Privateer made his way past and over to her sobbing and blood covered frame, his eyes darting around as he tried to figure out what to do. He remembered briefly, Gabriel, a member of the Typhoon who had helped him with his own panic attack when he had one. Remember, remember. "God damn it! Marcellus remember, this is important!" He muttered in anger to himself, frustration building before he finally remembered. He made his way to Goldie's side where he pressed his body against her sobbing bloody one to assure her that they were here to help. "Goldie, if you can hear me, breath. Breathe in and out, calm down, we're here to help you." He coo'ed softly to her, trying to get through to her through the panic attack. His eyes looked over her desperately, desperate himself to seek any signs of improvement through her condition. "Someone, get Junji or Silus, quickly!" He called to them, not moving from Goldenluxury's side as he could feel the beginnings of panic inside himself as well. What if Goldie never calmed down? Right now he could only hope for the best outcome.