12-09-2020, 02:15 AM
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MICHAEL TOWNLEY
THE TYPHOON
DEALER
One of Goldie's sons? That was certainly a surprise, considering how long it had been since the entire family was together. It was certainly unfortunate that Seapaw had been left without his siblings for so long, considering how family oriented the kid was. After all, if it wasn't for Sea, then Michael wouldn't even be around The Typhoon anymore. However, the thief had to admit that he was pretty curious about what had gone on during Riftweaver's absence, at least on his side. The kid seemed pretty shaken up, and didn't seem as though he was entirely... there, at least in a way. Still, that was pretty understandable, considering how long he had been gone, lost at who knows where. The bobcat just hoped that Rift would be able to handle himself until they got Goldie back, since they couldn't exactly speed through the process. That would only lead to more death and destruction, and that was something that he knew Roxie wanted to avoid.
Coming up beside his sister, Michael hesitated for a moment before waving a paw, his jewelry jingling a bit as he spoke, "Hey there, kid. It's Michael. We met a couple of times before you disappeared off, but you might not remember me. You look like you took a bonk on the head, or something." He then nodded towards the tavern, getting to his feet and beginning to move towards the building as he spoke, "C'mon, let's get you some food. You look exhausted, and you won't be able to welcome your mom back with open arms if you're passed out." Truthfully, he didn't know how things would progress with the Coalition and Goldenluxury situation, but he had to believe they'd go well. After all, The Typhoon without Goldie... it seemed impossible.
Coming up beside his sister, Michael hesitated for a moment before waving a paw, his jewelry jingling a bit as he spoke, "Hey there, kid. It's Michael. We met a couple of times before you disappeared off, but you might not remember me. You look like you took a bonk on the head, or something." He then nodded towards the tavern, getting to his feet and beginning to move towards the building as he spoke, "C'mon, let's get you some food. You look exhausted, and you won't be able to welcome your mom back with open arms if you're passed out." Truthfully, he didn't know how things would progress with the Coalition and Goldenluxury situation, but he had to believe they'd go well. After all, The Typhoon without Goldie... it seemed impossible.
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— Reggan
— Reggan