PARTNERS IN CRIME |♦| dual-joining

[michael t.]

The thought of one arriving to the Typhoon from another world – or as an animal from a different form – was sort of utterly bewildering to Michael. The male had been born as a bobcat, and he had spent his entire life living as one, albeit while also adding on other modifiers through his life's journey. Thief, asshole, snake. They'd all been used for him at some point in the past, but never had he been called human. It had taken a long time for the fugitive to just get used to the reality of the fact that he and others had strange powers, and now there were people going around saying they used to be gods and humans and angels at one point in their lives. It sounded utterly crazy to him, but as long as they stayed away from him and didn't try to shove their own weird realities into his, they could usually just co-exist. Perhaps that was why he disliked Blits so much, since the other clearly didn't have the right knowledge to deal with the world that he was now in, yet he pretended that he knew everything. Either way, Michael wasn't allowed to vent his frustrations too much on that front. Roxie and Goldie had both already gotten on his case the last time he had lashed out, so he had been making... somewhat of an effort to be more friendly, and less judgemental. Just, a smidgen of effort, really.

Michael hadn't been drawn over to the border this time because of the usual rhythmic clashing of the bell, but instead because of soft voices he had heard while he had been out fishing. He had been out near where shore let the tracks, his body already halfway submerged in the water as he stood still and waited for his chance to strike out and grip something scaly and delicious in his jaws. He had figured that the time spent in the water would be pretty uneventful, since he hadn't seen anyone else when he had first climbed on in, but now it seemed as though his peaceful day was being interrupted. Lifting his head when Ranger's voice echoed out, the bobcat hesitated for a moment, glancing between the tracks and his floating prey. He'd already been out here for a while, did he really want to head over just to see what was going on? He considered just letting someone else deal with the pair, but he also knew that he was fairly visible from the tracks, so they'd either just notice him eventually, or one of the other crew members would notice and he'd be reprimanded for not going to welcome them in. Sighing heavily, the dark furred male moved out of the water and onto the sand, shaking out his thick pelt before he slipped his usual glasses and jewelry back on, having abandoned them before he went fishing so that they wouldn't get dirtied.

Once he had his usual accessories back, the fugitive made his way over to where Ranger and Raiden were, his brow ridges raising when he heard Raiden's words. A six inch sub? Wasn't that a sandwich? It sounded good, and Michael was glad his stomach wasn't growling at the mere thought of food right now, but it also seemed like such an odd request. Especially for someone so... well, not mundane, that was for sure. Despite Raiden's unusual appearance, Michael made an effort not to stare, which wasn't too hard considering who he had as crewmates. After all, when you had unique lookers like Goldie and Marina within your home, you got used to unusual appearances fairly quickly. Shaking these thoughts off with a quick little twist of his head, the thief sat down before speaking, "We're here. This island is the territory of the Typhoon... if you're lookin' to join, it would be appreciated for you to give your name. Both of you." He made it sound rather serious, but he also knew full well that it wasn't that arduous of a process to join the Typhoon. Well... except for the whole jungle juice thing, which he still hadn't done yet. Aside from that, however, it was mostly just a matter of being friendly, and not a complete murdering psycho asshole.

[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]