NAMELESS BODIES, IN UNREMEMBERED ROOMS — open

[michael t.]

Truth be told, Michael knew very little about Ahab. He didn't know where the bear came from, how long he had been there, or how long he intended to stay within the Typhoon. Hell, he didn't even really know if the other actually intended to stay in the group of pirates, or if he had been somewhat roped into it, like the bobcat himself had – not that was in any way a complaint, he had an actual home here. Still, he knew the important stuff. Like how Ahab could be kind of scary and abrasive at times, and letting him be the first one to a joiner probably wasn't the smartest idea. Or how Roxie seemed so incredibly fond of him, to the point where he was essentially an extended part of the family as well – a family that, if the traffic in and out of Roxie's house was anything to go by, was rapidly approaching cult status. He had also noticed that Ahab a tendency to... disappear. Or at least, show up a lot and then seemingly pop off the face of the earth. It was an unnerving habit, but not one that Michael couldn't relate to. After all, he had spent a major portion of his life just traveling from place to place, showing his face and then running off with Trevor. He could understand the temptation to get off the grid – or the need to, in certain cases. He could really only hope that Ahab wasn't a fugitive, like him.

The bobcat had felt a faint sense of confusion when Ahab had once again vanished into thin air, but he hadn't thought much of it. He had grown used to only looking out for himself over his several years of living, and going out to look for a menacing beast he didn't even truly know wasn't exactly an appealing concept. He was sure that Roxie must've been worried on some level as well, or at least, would've been more significantly worried, if it weren't for the fact that she was a little preoccupied with her children coming and going. The Typhoon honestly was in a constant period of shifting as of late, and it wasn't hard to see how things could slip through the cracks. When the thief himself had taken note of it, he had just silently hoped that Ahab would return at some point, if only so that Roxie wouldn't be given yet another source of grief. Despite the hard exterior he put on, his sister had definitely managed to worm her way into his list of primary concerns, right next to his own life, Trevor's life, and greed, something that was extremely impressive. Ultimately, her happiness impacted his happiness.

When the bobcat had left his home that morning, he had been expecting yet another somewhat chaotic day, perhaps with another person leaving and another one returning. Or maybe things had finally begun to calm down for them, up until the next wave started... his thoughts were interrupted, however, when he heard a voice, deep and gruff. He recognized it, but the knowledge of who it was didn't serve to put him any more at ease. Emil had frightened the fugitive from the very day that he had first shown up, and that had not changed in the slightest, even after the other had lost the title of "newcomer." Not only that, but he was speaking in another language, one that Michael had no knowledge of himself. He thought it was German, but he easily could've been wrong, considering he only had the willpower to learn English and a little bit of Gaelic. Either way, the tone of Emil's voice frightened him, whether his words were meant to be threatening or not. Because of this, Michael gave him a wide berth as he moved onto the sand, dark paws sinking slightly as the beach welcomed him back from the tavern. His gaze lingered upon Emil for a moment, before he allowed himself to look around the rest of the area, his mismatched blue eyes widening as he spotted Ahab, looking... worse for wear.

Taking a deep breath to soothe his frazzled nerves, the bobcat moved past Emil, coming up a few paces near Ahab before lowering himself down. Jewelry glinting in the sunlight, Michael looked Ahab over, searching for any signs of wounds before he spoke, "Ahab... hey. Are you okay? Cause you're looking a little... sick." He wasn't really sure how to describe the expression that was written not only on the other's face, but in the entirety of his body language. It might've been categorized as tired in some universe, but the bear seemed to be such a grand knotted up yarn ball of emotions right now that Michael honestly felt a little twitchy just remaining near him. He felt the urge to back away, or maybe go and get Roxie. Surely his little sister would be better at handling this odd exchange than he.

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