what are we- new body, reemergence

[michael t.]

LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — It would've been pretty difficult for Michael to forget Elduin, even thought the two of them weren't particularly close. Ever since he had truly become a substantial part of the Typhoon, and had grown used to all of his new family, he had tried his damnedest not to forget anyone. Sometimes it was difficult, especially considering how far out the Roux family tended to stretch around the Typhoon alone, but the thief like to think he had done a pretty good job. So, when Brandy had essentially gone missing, it had been hard not to notice. Both because of his own memory, and because it caused Trygve to be even more of a little bastard than he already was. To Michael, Trygve was as easy to read as an open book, so even though he had known that his apprentice and nephew had several different things on his mind souring his mood, he had known that Brandy's – now Elduin's – absence had been part of that. He was glad to have the kid back, both for Trygve's sake and the sake of the entire family, since he had to imagine that Goldie had been worried sick as well – even if it was much harder to read her.

Padding over to where Ry was standing, the bobcat lifted up a paw, gently cuffing his nephew around the ears as he snorted, "Ay, don't call your cousin a shithead. He could've gotten lost like I did, ever think of that?" His tone was challenging, but also mostly playful, since the fugitive found it difficult to ever truly be mad at the boy. Turning his mismatched gaze then to Elduin, Michael offered up a toothy smile, forgetting how unnerving his vampiric fangs could be, even in a friendly gesture, "Hey there... Elduin, was it? It's good to have you back, although I'm pretty sure you can already tell that." The reaver found himself chuckling a bit at the way that Seapaw threw himself at the other, obviously delighted to see his brother again. When he was younger, Michael probably would've found the joy difficult to relate to, considering he hadn't had any siblings. Nowadays, however, he knew he would've overjoyed if it had been Roxie that was returning – actually, he had already been, as demonstrated by when she had gotten back from the Pitt. He hadn't been able to be quite as boisterous with his happiness, however, considering the temporary leader had returned in much worse shape than when she had left. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART