go to hell [o, back]

[michael t.]

Perhaps Michael was lashing out a little bit in his usual hotheaded way. Perhaps Octane didn't exactly deserve everything that Aphra and Michael were throwing at him. In fact, that was probably true. However, the bobcat just couldn't help it for the moment. He was tired, and his head hurt like hell, and most of his friends and family were hurt in some way – he had a little bit of a reason to be pissed off, even if he was expressing it in the wrong ways. He sighed as he heard Octane speaking about Caustic, scrubbing at his own face with a paw before he hissed, "His house probably blew up because of something he caused, you know. A little hard to feel bad for him." The thief might not have lived nextdoor to Caustic for long, but he had lived their long enough to know that the canine was often doing some kind of weird shit within his home. Michael had figured it was just weird experiments with dead prey animals, but it wouldn't have surprised him if explosions factored into it as well.

I'm here now, put me to work. The proposition sounded pretty tempting, and it wasn't as if there wasn't plenty of work to be done. Things were still in a state of severe disrepair, and more than a few paws would be needed to put it all together again. The privateer knew that, in technicality, he and Octane were on the same level of authority. They had been promoted together, after all. Despite this, Octane had asked for some kind of orders, so Michael found himself grumbling, paw lowering to the ground to sink his claws into the sand, "I think you should help clean up too. There's plenty of destroyed huts along the beach, with people trying to put their lives back together now that their valuables have gone tumbling in the wind. You're fast enough that you could probably help a few of them get things back." The anger was slowly beginning to drain from the fugitive's voice, instead just being replaced by exhaustion. So many people needed help that just the thought of it was enough to make him weak in the knees.

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