CODE ZERO && APPEARANCE

[michael t.]

It was honestly a miracle that Michael was up and about so soon after the meteor shower, even if it had been many hours that had stretched far too quickly into days. When he had first woken up post the rather traumatic event, he had been disoriented and frightened, his head spinning in a way that made him sick. His body had been seized by panic, terrified that he had lost everything that he cared about thanks to one stray rock striking down from the heavens above. Thankfully, this had not turned out to be the case, as he had quickly found that he was in his home, and Trevor was very much still around. Their shared hut had been a little worse for wear, but it wasn't anything that couldn't be fixed with time. Michael had spent hours after his awakening just pressed against his lover, soft black fur pressed against sandy, rough fluff. He had found out shortly afterwards, through the words of Roan delivered from Trevor's muzzle, that he had sustained a concussion during the events of the meteor shower. It didn't surprise him, considering how violently he had collided with the sand and rocks in his mad dash to find whoever he could. It also helped to explain the rapid spinning of the room on occasion, and the headaches that struck him with a sense of nausea whenever they came forth.

It had taken a while after that for Michael to finally emerge from his home, pulling himself away from his rats and his boyfriend for long enough to make sure that everyone else he loved was alright. The trek was hard at first, considering the concussion still made it so that the world swayed unceasingly from side to side, but he eventually found his bearings, his teeth grit in concentration as he put one paw in front of the other. He felt slightly bare and stripped down without any of his jewelry or his aviators, but it had felt a bit silly, doing his usual dress up routine while the Typhoon was in such a state. While he was in such a state. The privateer hadn't planned to do anything more than go and seek out Roxie and the rest of the familiar faces he cared about, but it seemed as though fate had other plans. The bobcat had been moving along at a somewhat comfortable pace through the sands when he saw a flash of movement in his peripheral vision. He ignored it at first, assuming it was another side effect of his concussion, but then it continued to move, lumbering along unyieldingly.

Lifting his head from his firm gaze downwards, Michael saw Ahab moving along silently, nearly entirely hidden in the shadows. It was clear that he was tailing someone, and the fugitive's curiosity got the best of him. After a few minutes of psyching himself up to stay upright, Michael followed after both Hollow's Creek and his follower, making sure to move slowly and silently as not to blow Ahab's cover. When they eventually reached near the Tempest, the dark furred feline could already see things beginning to go sideways. Ahab was famously protective, and Hollow's Creek was getting far too close to sensitive information and clanmates. Sure enough, Ahab was soon snarling out a warning, one so hollow and neutral that it made Michael flinch. Slowly making his way up beside the bear, the thief quickly added on, "We could also use a name, if you could give it..." Maybe on another day, he would've had a snarky comment or a gentle warning to Ahab to calm himself a bit. In his current state, however? Michael was just lucky he was still upright.

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