ICARUS | joining

[michael t.]

LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — It was a rare occurrence, for the toiling of the bell to ring out twice, one clang right after the other. After all, most joiners just hit the bell once, and let the loud ringing out attract all of the attention that they could ever need. Michael's ears had initially flattened upon hearing the bell's toiling, mainly because he wasn't looking forward to going out into the rain. He had been perfectly happy where he was, sitting in the rather small lip of overhang that the tavern provided. He had left the building several minutes ago, not wanting to drink too much and end up slipping and braining himself, but he had quickly been stopped from heading home by the heavy fall of the rain, a grumble leaving him. He had no desire for his already heavy pelt to end up drenched and feel like tons of lead weighing him down, so he had just been... waiting. He had figured it would be fine, considering he wasn't standing in the doorway, and it wasn't as if he had anyone desperately waiting for him at home. At worst, Roxie would be there, probably eating his food and ready to scold him for making her wait so long. The thought had made him smile faintly, tearing his thoughts from the long, lonely path of wondering how Trevor was doing, and whether it was raining where the coyote was.

However, it seemed as though the fates were not in Michael's favor today, and as soon as the sound of the bell reached him, he knew he would have to head out. He didn't want to, but it was part of his job to welcome in newcomers, which meant he couldn't just continue hiding. Taking a deep breath inward, he shouted a few words of goodbye at the barkeep inside before he bolted forward, a gasp leaving him at the sudden shock of the cold downpour. It was even worse than he had been expecting, and it chilled the bobcat down to the very bone. He forced himself to move quickly as he headed towards the bell and the accompanying cluster of snakes, his eyes widening when he saw all those that were already gathered there. However, his surprise was quickly replaced with relief, as soon as he saw the sheet of water Georgia was using to keep out the rain. Jogging over, the feline slipped underneath the sheet without hesitation, looking downright miserable as his dark fur dripped onto the already wet ground. He sighed heavily, glaring down at himself for a long moment before turning his gaze towards the newcomer – Alaire, he had heard. There was talk of the rain, and the snakes, and a rather... odd sort of fascination to Eulia's gaze whenever she looked at one of the new kids, Georgia, but Michael was more concerned with Alaire.

Resisting the rather strong urge to shake his pelt out violently to get rid of the wetness, the thief just took a deep breath inward, speaking tiredly, "Hello... Alaire, I think it was? Hope I'm pronouncing that right... I'm Michael Townley, I'm a reaver here." He then said, glancing towards Trygve and snorting, "Like Ry said... you hopefully don't need to get as drenched as me. I don't think I caught whether or not you were joining, though?" Thanks to his joining of the little welcoming party being delayed by rain, Michael hadn't been around to hear most of the conversation. However, even if he had, he still probably would've had little idea of what was going on, considering he didn't speak French in any way, shape, or form. He knew a little bit of Gaelic, and the faintest bit of Spanish from being around Roxie, but that was about it in the languages department, considering he preferred plain English. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART