01-07-2021, 02:30 AM
Things had certainly escalated quickly. One moment, the dealer was just standing there, taking in the situation as he waited for Rosemary or Roan to arrive. The next moment, Brandy and Rift were at each other's throats, fighting over who was actually real. However, such an argument seemed sort of ridiculous to the bobcat, whose ears just briefly flattened at the hostility. Why did it matter who had come first? It was pretty clear that both of them existed now, so who the hell cared? That wasn't to say that Michael didn't understand how disorienting it could be – he was disoriented just taking the situation in – but there was no need to fight about it. Especially while Brandy was still injured. With a heavy sigh, the thief just shook his head from side to side before he spoke to Brandy, "That certainly sounds like you... and I can remember you being there after I was lost. I believe you, but like Rosemary said... that ain't the thing to be focusing on, right now. You'll probably just make your head hurt more." Brandy was family, in a way, so Michael certainly wasn't about to just push him away. However, Riftweaver also existed.
With this in mind, the fugitive turned his gaze towards Rift, voice firm as he muttered, "He didn't steal your memories. Just like I don't think you stole his body. And trust me, I know a thing or two about stealing." The male then paused, one paw tapping lightly against his muzzle in thought. He looked towards Roxie, as if seeking out his sister's advice, before he continued, "Listen... it's pretty clear that something weird is going on here. And I can't claim to know everything about it, but the facts are that you both exist now. Considering I can't stick my paw through either of you, I'm pretty sure you're stuck with us, the both of you. Fighting about which of you is the real one isn't accomplishing anything, when you're both real. As it is, I think everybody should just calm down and keep their mouths shut while Rosemary treats Brandy." The last bit of his statement was mostly directed at Riftweaver, the dealer sending a mismatched gaze in the boy's direction. He could understand feeling confused and upset, but he was only proving to instigate things further.
With this in mind, the fugitive turned his gaze towards Rift, voice firm as he muttered, "He didn't steal your memories. Just like I don't think you stole his body. And trust me, I know a thing or two about stealing." The male then paused, one paw tapping lightly against his muzzle in thought. He looked towards Roxie, as if seeking out his sister's advice, before he continued, "Listen... it's pretty clear that something weird is going on here. And I can't claim to know everything about it, but the facts are that you both exist now. Considering I can't stick my paw through either of you, I'm pretty sure you're stuck with us, the both of you. Fighting about which of you is the real one isn't accomplishing anything, when you're both real. As it is, I think everybody should just calm down and keep their mouths shut while Rosemary treats Brandy." The last bit of his statement was mostly directed at Riftweaver, the dealer sending a mismatched gaze in the boy's direction. He could understand feeling confused and upset, but he was only proving to instigate things further.
— Reggan