07-27-2020, 12:55 AM
LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — It seemed as though, as of late, The Typhoon was getting quite a few... interesting joiners. That wasn't to say that they hadn't seen some interesting faces in the past, but it seemed as though things were coming at them in a metaphorical wave as of late. Georgia, Paola, Calem, and now yet another person at the gate, although this one had opted not to ring the bell. In fact, Michael hadn't actually ended up approaching their usual entrance in response to the newcomer. Rather, he had been just outside of the main town, taking a little cat nap in the warm sand, when two figures went positively charging past him. He was forced to yank his head back quickly in order to avoid sand getting sprayed up and into his eyes, his ears flattening briefly down against his head. The figures were already gone, but the air carried the scent of Paola upon it, a fact that made the reaver sigh as he began to get up. He hadn't yet learned much of the younger crewmember, but from what he had seen thus far, she seemed to be a bit... air headed. He supposed he couldn't blame her, considering how young she was. After all, he had been pretty idiotic at that age. Still, he couldn't help but miss the silence that The Typhoon had been enjoying for some time there. Unfortunately, the increase in activity and noise was probably inevitable, considering Roxie's children were beginning to reach the age where they would be rambunctious and annoying teenagers as well.
Michael took long strides with his relatively short legs as he followed after Paola, a frown gracing the bobcat's muzzle as he identified the scent of raccoon as well. He supposed that had to be what she had been bolting after, although he did find himself wondering where it had come from. Islands weren't generally where one would find a raccoon, were they? Although he guessed that argument was pretty much moot, considering you didn't often found bobcats, tigers, and domestic felines mingling together on islands either. Fortunately, it wasn't too long until the thief found himself at the bell, his mismatched blue eyes lighting up with curiosity when he spotted the newcomer. Unfortunately, he didn't arrive in time to stop Paola from crashing directly into the newcomer. Michael winced at the loud commotion that came from their two bodies colliding, preemptively stepping back with a sigh. It was even worse when he noticed the blood on the air, and spotted the wound that graced Devland's shoulder. The other seemed relatively calm and collected about the whole thing, particularly after being crashed into, but even he wasn't able to hide the flash of pain across his face. That would be something that they would have to deal with. Well... not him, exactly. But Roan. Roan would be able to deal with it.
Looking over the group that was present, Michael was once again acutely aware of the fact that, not only was he the only person with any authority present, but he was also the only true adult. For a fugitive so adverse to responsibility, it seemed as though lately he was being shoved into the spotlight far too often. It wasn't so bad, since most joiners sort of just... inserted themselves into the group regardless of approval – not that they wouldn't give it, of course – which meant that he wasn't actually strictly needed. However, he still felt the need to speak up, sighing and clearing his throat from his position in the back of the group. Stepping forward a bit, he spoke in a slightly exasperated tone, "Hello there... Devland, was it? It's nice to meet you, and to welcome you into The Typhoon. My name's Michael Townley, and I'm a reaver here. So if you have any problems, you can come see me, or one of the other high positions..." He trailed off for a moment, before gesturing at the deep and painful looking scratch in the other's shoulder, "You should... probably get that looked at. It doesn't look like it's doing so hot. You can get looked at here by our sage, Roan. Don't worry, he's great at what he does. I can take you to him, if you want." He'd say he'd go and get Roan himself, but he honestly wasn't sure where exactly the kid was, and it was easier to just take Devland to the temple. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
Michael took long strides with his relatively short legs as he followed after Paola, a frown gracing the bobcat's muzzle as he identified the scent of raccoon as well. He supposed that had to be what she had been bolting after, although he did find himself wondering where it had come from. Islands weren't generally where one would find a raccoon, were they? Although he guessed that argument was pretty much moot, considering you didn't often found bobcats, tigers, and domestic felines mingling together on islands either. Fortunately, it wasn't too long until the thief found himself at the bell, his mismatched blue eyes lighting up with curiosity when he spotted the newcomer. Unfortunately, he didn't arrive in time to stop Paola from crashing directly into the newcomer. Michael winced at the loud commotion that came from their two bodies colliding, preemptively stepping back with a sigh. It was even worse when he noticed the blood on the air, and spotted the wound that graced Devland's shoulder. The other seemed relatively calm and collected about the whole thing, particularly after being crashed into, but even he wasn't able to hide the flash of pain across his face. That would be something that they would have to deal with. Well... not him, exactly. But Roan. Roan would be able to deal with it.
Looking over the group that was present, Michael was once again acutely aware of the fact that, not only was he the only person with any authority present, but he was also the only true adult. For a fugitive so adverse to responsibility, it seemed as though lately he was being shoved into the spotlight far too often. It wasn't so bad, since most joiners sort of just... inserted themselves into the group regardless of approval – not that they wouldn't give it, of course – which meant that he wasn't actually strictly needed. However, he still felt the need to speak up, sighing and clearing his throat from his position in the back of the group. Stepping forward a bit, he spoke in a slightly exasperated tone, "Hello there... Devland, was it? It's nice to meet you, and to welcome you into The Typhoon. My name's Michael Townley, and I'm a reaver here. So if you have any problems, you can come see me, or one of the other high positions..." He trailed off for a moment, before gesturing at the deep and painful looking scratch in the other's shoulder, "You should... probably get that looked at. It doesn't look like it's doing so hot. You can get looked at here by our sage, Roan. Don't worry, he's great at what he does. I can take you to him, if you want." He'd say he'd go and get Roan himself, but he honestly wasn't sure where exactly the kid was, and it was easier to just take Devland to the temple. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
— Reggan