07-28-2020, 11:07 PM
LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Well, that was certainly a first. Michael was fairly sure that, in his entire somewhat lengthy stay in the Typhoon, he had never seen someone outright say they didn't want to join. He'd seen a few assholes in the past who weren't allowed to join because of their past grievances, or just because they had done some dumb shit while attempting to join, but... never this. It was rather confusing to the bobcat, especially after Goldie had deigned to let Calem in, even despite his ridiculous behavior. Calem himself may have thought that he was doing nothing wrong, but his behavior had done nothing but stir up anger in the entire flock of pirates who had come to see who was shouting while trespassing. By all accounts, if they were more strict to the whole concept of vicious pirates, the other male very well could've been killed. However, they all knew better than that, and Calem had been given a second chance – a chance to prove himself, and do better, and unlearn behaviors that weren't so great in the new setting of the Typhoon. He had been given the chance that Michael had been given as well, back when he had first decided to join the seafaring group. To see the other just rejecting it... was just as effective at making his blood boil.
Clenching his jaw briefly, the thief could hear Paola trying to get Calem to stay, and he supposed he could understand why. After all, losing joiners was never something any group wanted to do, and loathe as Michael was to admit it, the kid would probably be better off with them. After all, as previously stated, they weren't the kind to just kill indiscriminately for that kind of behavior. If Calem decided to just go wandering off to somewhere like the Pitt? There was no guarantee that he'd survive, and that was enough to motivate Michael into action. Sighing heavily, the fugitive's small tail twitched behind him as he spoke, his voice a firm grunt in Calem's direction, "You shouldn't go, you know. We may be rough around the edges, but we're pirates. Trust me, there are much worse places out there that you could end up." Hell, Michael was fairly sure that he had seen those places firsthand, and was probably on the run from at least a few of them. Glancing to the side for a brief moment, he continued, a faint smirk curling on his muzzle and showing off long, vampiric fangs, "Although... if you're really so cowardly that you can't take a bit of light threatening, then maybe you are better off going somewhere else. After all, the Typhoon isn't for chickens." That was, of course, save for Eulia's chickens, who were heartily loved and accepted.— WE WILL NEVER BE APART
Clenching his jaw briefly, the thief could hear Paola trying to get Calem to stay, and he supposed he could understand why. After all, losing joiners was never something any group wanted to do, and loathe as Michael was to admit it, the kid would probably be better off with them. After all, as previously stated, they weren't the kind to just kill indiscriminately for that kind of behavior. If Calem decided to just go wandering off to somewhere like the Pitt? There was no guarantee that he'd survive, and that was enough to motivate Michael into action. Sighing heavily, the fugitive's small tail twitched behind him as he spoke, his voice a firm grunt in Calem's direction, "You shouldn't go, you know. We may be rough around the edges, but we're pirates. Trust me, there are much worse places out there that you could end up." Hell, Michael was fairly sure that he had seen those places firsthand, and was probably on the run from at least a few of them. Glancing to the side for a brief moment, he continued, a faint smirk curling on his muzzle and showing off long, vampiric fangs, "Although... if you're really so cowardly that you can't take a bit of light threatening, then maybe you are better off going somewhere else. After all, the Typhoon isn't for chickens." That was, of course, save for Eulia's chickens, who were heartily loved and accepted.— WE WILL NEVER BE APART
— Reggan