12-29-2020, 10:44 PM
Under normal circumstances, a newcomer would be an exciting and welcome sight for The Typhoon. In a way, it was still an exciting sight, but Michael wasn't quite sure how welcome it was anymore. After everything that they had gone through with the Coalition, it was understandable that everybody was a bit on edge. Despite this, the thief tried to keep a welcoming grin on his muzzle as he made his way over, coming to settle beside Eulia. The jewelry covered bobcat dug his claws briefly into the sand, small tail twitching behind him as he spoke, "Nice to meet you there... Sköll? I hope that I'm pronouncing that right. Not really used to associating with vikings... at least not many." Viking culture was certainly appreciated within The Typhoon, but that didn't mean that everyone was a viking, and Michael certainly hadn't heard many viking-esque names before he had joined.
Glancing between both Eulia and Pearlcatcher, the dealer briefly dug his teeth into the inside of his cheek, wincing at the sudden pinch. Even after several months, he still wasn't used to his extra sharp vampiric fangs. Sighing a bit and hoping that his mouth wasn't bleeding, Michael explained, "We've been dealing with quite a few enemy attacks and annoyances lately, unfortunately... hence why everybody is a bit on edge at the moment. You don't exactly look as if you're here to raid us, though. Or, if you are, I don't think you're doing a very good job of it." The male then cracked a small smile, making it clear that he was joking. He then introduced himself, chuckling lightly as he glanced towards the ship Sköll had come in on, "Anyways... I'm Michael Townley-Phillips. I'm one of the dealers around here, basically one of the heads of espionage and social events. So... if you've got a question about either of those things, feel free to ask me, or Keona, the other dealer." He didn't mind answering questions as much anymore, since he had finally become used to his job as a dealer.
Glancing between both Eulia and Pearlcatcher, the dealer briefly dug his teeth into the inside of his cheek, wincing at the sudden pinch. Even after several months, he still wasn't used to his extra sharp vampiric fangs. Sighing a bit and hoping that his mouth wasn't bleeding, Michael explained, "We've been dealing with quite a few enemy attacks and annoyances lately, unfortunately... hence why everybody is a bit on edge at the moment. You don't exactly look as if you're here to raid us, though. Or, if you are, I don't think you're doing a very good job of it." The male then cracked a small smile, making it clear that he was joking. He then introduced himself, chuckling lightly as he glanced towards the ship Sköll had come in on, "Anyways... I'm Michael Townley-Phillips. I'm one of the dealers around here, basically one of the heads of espionage and social events. So... if you've got a question about either of those things, feel free to ask me, or Keona, the other dealer." He didn't mind answering questions as much anymore, since he had finally become used to his job as a dealer.
— Reggan