FERRARI LOVER — MEETING 11.02

[toboggan]

The angel had not intended on staying for so long, but Beck, as it turned out, was a very difficult fellow to track, sometimes appearing and interacting with many, ere dematerializing and making himself a challenge to rediscover. Every now and then, the thought of his brother leaving entered his mind on a train of troubled thought, only for him to be proven wrong by a re-emergence of the ghost’s presence.

For now, it was but another period of the poltergeist’s inactivity.

The Typhoon was perhaps the best nesting place, what with its beautiful scenery and perfect temperature; though, on the other hand, the people calling the exotic isles their home were, to simply put it, a bit more hardcore. Had they been bad? No, not at all. But the actions of the Typhoon’s citizens fell under the category of chaotic, contrary to the judicial semblance Marco had gotten used to over the years. If push came to shove, then the angel would promptly leave, though that was surely not going to happen anytime soon.

He’d make himself present. It was not in his set of goals to make himself a prominent face in the clan, so the lynx understood that this meeting would not have a portion dedicated to him, and he was quite fine with that.