12-05-2020, 10:39 PM
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MICHAEL TOWNLEY
THE TYPHOON
DEALER
As Michael slowly approached where Roxanne was holding her first meeting, the dealer looked significantly more rattled than usual. The thief wasn't used to Goldie of all people being vulnerable, and he had to admit that he had some amount of fear lingering in his chest. Despite this, he wasn't willing to just run away from it all. His entire life, he had been a coward and a cheat. He had turned his back on everything he cared about just so that he could come out alive, but not this time. Perhaps this would turn out to be what finally actually killed him one of these days. If it did, he could at least die proud that he had actually gone down fighting. Fighting to protect The Typhoon, and fighting to protect his family. Taking a deep breath inwards, the bobcat flicked his ears forward, listening intently to what his sister had to say. Once she was finished, he lifted his chin slightly, a determined look in his mismatched eyes as he spoke, "I'm with you until the end, Rox. What do you want me to do?" He assumed any task she would assign him would be similar to what she had asked Keona to do, although that might not necessarily be the case. Despite holding the same role within the group, both he and Keona had very different skill sets.
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Roan found his way over to where the meeting was being held as well, a grim expression on the tabby's face as he briefly dug his claws into the earth. He was frustrated by this whole situation, furious that his home was being threatened with injuries and deaths once again. He had thought that things were finally winding down, and that maybe they would be granted some peace, but apparently fate had decided otherwise. If he ever met fate personally, he was going to make sure to slap her across the face – claws out. Even with a mixed expression of unease and anger on his face, the soothsayer still found himself muttering, dipping his head in Roxie's direction, "I've got your back, mama. I'll make sure that our herb stores are organized and ready for any kind of fight... and I'll try and see if there's anyone around who wants to help out with things. That way, if the worst case scenario does happen, Rosemary and I aren't overwhelmed." He was sure he could find some volunteers to help out within the temple, even if he would only go over the basics with them. He had no time for anything more, quite frankly.
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Roan found his way over to where the meeting was being held as well, a grim expression on the tabby's face as he briefly dug his claws into the earth. He was frustrated by this whole situation, furious that his home was being threatened with injuries and deaths once again. He had thought that things were finally winding down, and that maybe they would be granted some peace, but apparently fate had decided otherwise. If he ever met fate personally, he was going to make sure to slap her across the face – claws out. Even with a mixed expression of unease and anger on his face, the soothsayer still found himself muttering, dipping his head in Roxie's direction, "I've got your back, mama. I'll make sure that our herb stores are organized and ready for any kind of fight... and I'll try and see if there's anyone around who wants to help out with things. That way, if the worst case scenario does happen, Rosemary and I aren't overwhelmed." He was sure he could find some volunteers to help out within the temple, even if he would only go over the basics with them. He had no time for anything more, quite frankly.
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— Reggan
— Reggan