02-17-2020, 07:21 PM
The first to arrive to his little gathering was none other than Astiar, the big bug monster whom Michael had no idea how to interact with. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he could interact with the thing. Caustic had found out enough to communicate what the creature was, but that had seemingly just been because of his analytical nature, and not because of any actual communication between them. Still, Michael resisted the strong urge to recoil away from Astiar in a mixture of disgust and fear, instead just regarding the beast silently for a moment before he spoke, "Well... you, big guy, have one pretty obvious weakness in that you can't really communicate with the other people you're working with. At least not very well, anyways. Plus, you're pretty big and slow. Easy to get the drop on. You've gotta keep an eye on your surroundings, but I bet those things are pretty sensitive." He gently patted Astiar on the belly near his burn wounds, before he jabbed a paw up at the other's little antennae. He didn't know much about bugs, since they weren't exactly the type of thing you worried about for heists, but he knew that antennae were meant to pick up on things, and if somebody fucked with them? It would probably be less than great. Frowning slightly, the bobcat opened his mouth to offer Astiar some advice – as if the beast would actually understand any of it – when he was cut off by the sound of a slightly shrill and malicious little voice.
Two malicious little voices, actually, belonging to a pair of sisters in the form of Sweeney and Mercedes. They immediately went on the defensive alongside each other, fluffy pelts sticking out in indignation as they went in on him, pointing out his flaws. What a bunch of little brats. He had half a mind to just show them how weak they were, and punt them away with his paws. That probably wouldn't have gone over well, however, so he found himself just rolling his sapphire blue eyes, a soft snort leaving him as he heard them. He grumbled to them, looking unimpressed down at the sisters over the tops of his aviators, "Oh yes, I'm so weak that I managed to endure months and months of torture and then drag myself all the way here and still survive. I'm so embarrassed, you've caught me." He sarcastically dragged his words out at the children, unable to keep himself from chuckling at Mercede hesitating at the word "ass." Eventually he continued, looking the both of them over, "You two aren't hard to pick the weaknesses out of, but that's natural, considering you're both kids. Kids are naturally small and weak, and that's why adults protect you. Thankfully, the two of you have already learned that you're stronger when you stick together... good job." He grumbled the last bit, as if he was a little remiss to admit that the fox pair had done something right.
The last to arrive to the training was... Caustic. Shit. Michael could practically hear the alarm bells going off in his head as he faced his neighbor, eyes scanning over the larger canine. He knew it was probably a bad idea to analyze Caustic, but... well, the other had shown up for it, so clearly he was expecting something, right? The bobcat swallowed a little nervously before he spoke, clearing his throat to put on his usual fake bravado and bluster, "Caustic... ah, well, you're pretty damn big, which gives you an advantage over quite a few people, but you've got some stuff too, like... well, for one thing there's that cough you've got. It's obvious that if anybody wanted to incapacitate you seriously, they could just go right for the chest to hurt your lungs. Not to mention your foot..." He pointed down at Caustic's toes, his tail flicking back and forth as he pointedly avoided the other male's eyes, "You're missing two of your toes, which makes you naturally imbalanced. If someone wanted to knock you over, they could just aim for that leg..." Warily, he glanced up to meet Caustic's eyes once he was done speaking, wondering how the canine would react. He was far too used to the unpredictable at this point, it seemed.
Two malicious little voices, actually, belonging to a pair of sisters in the form of Sweeney and Mercedes. They immediately went on the defensive alongside each other, fluffy pelts sticking out in indignation as they went in on him, pointing out his flaws. What a bunch of little brats. He had half a mind to just show them how weak they were, and punt them away with his paws. That probably wouldn't have gone over well, however, so he found himself just rolling his sapphire blue eyes, a soft snort leaving him as he heard them. He grumbled to them, looking unimpressed down at the sisters over the tops of his aviators, "Oh yes, I'm so weak that I managed to endure months and months of torture and then drag myself all the way here and still survive. I'm so embarrassed, you've caught me." He sarcastically dragged his words out at the children, unable to keep himself from chuckling at Mercede hesitating at the word "ass." Eventually he continued, looking the both of them over, "You two aren't hard to pick the weaknesses out of, but that's natural, considering you're both kids. Kids are naturally small and weak, and that's why adults protect you. Thankfully, the two of you have already learned that you're stronger when you stick together... good job." He grumbled the last bit, as if he was a little remiss to admit that the fox pair had done something right.
The last to arrive to the training was... Caustic. Shit. Michael could practically hear the alarm bells going off in his head as he faced his neighbor, eyes scanning over the larger canine. He knew it was probably a bad idea to analyze Caustic, but... well, the other had shown up for it, so clearly he was expecting something, right? The bobcat swallowed a little nervously before he spoke, clearing his throat to put on his usual fake bravado and bluster, "Caustic... ah, well, you're pretty damn big, which gives you an advantage over quite a few people, but you've got some stuff too, like... well, for one thing there's that cough you've got. It's obvious that if anybody wanted to incapacitate you seriously, they could just go right for the chest to hurt your lungs. Not to mention your foot..." He pointed down at Caustic's toes, his tail flicking back and forth as he pointedly avoided the other male's eyes, "You're missing two of your toes, which makes you naturally imbalanced. If someone wanted to knock you over, they could just aim for that leg..." Warily, he glanced up to meet Caustic's eyes once he was done speaking, wondering how the canine would react. He was far too used to the unpredictable at this point, it seemed.
[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]
— Reggan