11-03-2020, 03:13 AM
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MICHAEL TOWNLEY
THE TYPHOON
DEALER
Michael knew a little bit about the penpal exchange that was going on between Sophiea and various members of The Typhoon. He mainly knew about it in relation to Roan, since he had occasionally been around the temple when one of her letters ended up arriving for the soothsayer. The zombified feline would grumble as usual whenever he received one, but he'd also always go through the trouble of painstakingly writing back in the most legible chicken scratch that he could, so Michael had to figure he enjoyed it. Occasionally, the dealer would ask about what went on in the letters, but it was never anything all that interesting. Various herbal techniques, news between the two groups... he was sure it was all fascinating to Roan, but his eyes just glazed over at the thought of it. Maybe he was just too impatient, or maybe he just enjoyed face to face conversations more than the idea of letter writing. Not that he could very well show his face around Tanglewood. Even with Moth's death – and subsequent return, although he was unaware of that happening – the bobcat still didn't feel wholly comfortable there, so he had made a policy of staying away.
This time, however, Michael ended up coming upon Archimedes before either of the usual letter recipients, startled by the uneasy shriek that the avian let out. Silently, the thief was glad that he didn't have any of his rats with him, sure that they would've bolted off had they been around. His ears briefly pinned down against his skull as he glanced over at the feathered creature, grumbling, "Jeez, alright, alright, I get it... you've got another letter for one of them, right? I'll make sure it gets to 'em. No need to do all the shrieking..." He didn't think the other would actually understand him, considering he was pretty sure Archimedes only knew commands, but he hoped his glare and rubbing at his head would get the point across. Without another word, the feline reached out for the letter, unfurling it just enough to read the first line. As soon as he got to the word captain, he knew which one of them it was for. Tying the ribbon back around it neatly, he glanced towards Archimedes uneasily, before turning and shouting, "Goldie! The bird is here, with a letter for you!" He would've just taken it right to her, but he honestly didn't trust Sophiea's bird not to peck his eyes out. He already had enough vision issues to begin with, and he didn't need that too.
Needless to say, Michael had little to no idea of the content of the letter, beyond that first line. Nor did he know of the hidden meaning behind it that Soph was trying to communicate to Goldie. He didn't make a habit of reading other people's mail, and even if he had, he wouldn't know the subtle signs that something was wrong. Sure, getting cut off at the end of a letter was pretty unusual, but she could've just been in a rush to get her duties done. He didn't know of Sophiea's smaller habits, such as her meticulously neat writing, or the fact that the ribbon that kept the letter tied up was extremely important. They could only hope that Goldie would be able to decipher it.
This time, however, Michael ended up coming upon Archimedes before either of the usual letter recipients, startled by the uneasy shriek that the avian let out. Silently, the thief was glad that he didn't have any of his rats with him, sure that they would've bolted off had they been around. His ears briefly pinned down against his skull as he glanced over at the feathered creature, grumbling, "Jeez, alright, alright, I get it... you've got another letter for one of them, right? I'll make sure it gets to 'em. No need to do all the shrieking..." He didn't think the other would actually understand him, considering he was pretty sure Archimedes only knew commands, but he hoped his glare and rubbing at his head would get the point across. Without another word, the feline reached out for the letter, unfurling it just enough to read the first line. As soon as he got to the word captain, he knew which one of them it was for. Tying the ribbon back around it neatly, he glanced towards Archimedes uneasily, before turning and shouting, "Goldie! The bird is here, with a letter for you!" He would've just taken it right to her, but he honestly didn't trust Sophiea's bird not to peck his eyes out. He already had enough vision issues to begin with, and he didn't need that too.
Needless to say, Michael had little to no idea of the content of the letter, beyond that first line. Nor did he know of the hidden meaning behind it that Soph was trying to communicate to Goldie. He didn't make a habit of reading other people's mail, and even if he had, he wouldn't know the subtle signs that something was wrong. Sure, getting cut off at the end of a letter was pretty unusual, but she could've just been in a rush to get her duties done. He didn't know of Sophiea's smaller habits, such as her meticulously neat writing, or the fact that the ribbon that kept the letter tied up was extremely important. They could only hope that Goldie would be able to decipher it.
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— Reggan
— Reggan