DÉJÀ VU — moving in

[michael t.]

Tanglewood. The scent of the swamp dwelling group was enough to make Michael want to turn tail and run, the small fugitive not eager to be on the end of whatever punishment they would give him for his past crimes. As far as he knew, nobody was actually aware of the fact that it had been him who kidnapped Moth, but that didn't make him feel any more at ease when he scented the allied group. Unfortunately for him, the musky scent of Tanglewood was practically the first thing to slap him in the face when he emerged from his home that morning, his ears pinning back as he paused in his step. Part of him wanted to turn right around and hide away inside for the next week – or month – but that would probably be suspicious, and would ultimately just end with Roxie beating down his door to find him. So, he just took a deep breath inward, calming his rattled nerves before he stepped out of his hut and headed down the beach towards the source of the scent. It would do him no good to just try and ignore it, so he might as well see who it was that had come to their island now. Last time it had been Sam, and that had worked out fairly well, so perhaps this wouldn't be so bad, really.

When he eventually arrived where Goldie, Sam, and Kaz were, he found himself pausing, his eyes widening a little at the wide variety of items Kaz had brought with him. It caused a bit of excitement in the thief, who wondered if the former Tangler had anything of value, before he quickly shook his head. Worry about stealing later. With this in mind, Michael moved over beside Sam, leaving a bit of space between them as he sat. Kaz was... interesting, to say the least. The other reminded him a bit of some of the thugs he had worked with earlier in life. Ex-"military" brutes that had good brains but instead decided to focus on using them for heinous things. It had been advantageous for Michael back then, but now it just sort of put him on edge. Especially with the evil eye that Sam was currently giving this guy. He must've done something really fucked up... or she just hated anybody who reminded her of her old home. Either way, Michael found himself muttering after a moment, "Uh... welcome to The Typhoon, I guess? Who're you? I don't have the background info Goldie and Sam do." He wasn't sure the guy would actually take a break from ordering around the crewmates he had claimed as moving peons, but he might as well try to make friends.

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