01-13-2021, 01:36 AM
Emil. In truth, it's a name that Michael can barely even remember. Despite not having memory issues like some members of The Typhoon, the thief did occasionally just allow things to slip. It was hard not to, when he often had so much tumbling around in his mind already. Not only did he have his usual dealer duties to worry about, but these days he was trying to help out as much as possible in any ways that he could. Rox was still a fresh captain, and he didn't want his sister to become overwhelmed, no matter how much she claimed that she could handle things. So, he took things upon his own shoulders, usually without her knowing. Occasionally he'd intercept requests for patrol orders, or put together little events to keep people distracted. That way, Roxanne wouldn't have a whole crowd of people gathered at her door, asking her for things while she was only just settling in. That wasn't even mentioning the trauma that they had all gone through as a result of the Coalition's past actions, and Goldie's ongoing amnesia. Rox tended to try and keep things tucked close to her own chest if she could help it, but it didn't take much for Michael to imagine that she felt guilt and sadness over what had happened to her niece – her daughter.
With so much on his mind to worry about, the bobcat would freely admit that he wasn't as focused on certain things as he would've liked to be. Old names and faces slipped from his memory, leaving him until he might one day see them again. Unfortunately, in the majority of cases, those faces returning never actually happened. Instead, they were just lost to him, having disappeared and left very little behind besides a sense of emptiness. That had been happening more and more often as of late, since the fugitive had been letting more people in. Back in the day, he never had to worry about forgetting faces, or feeling guilt over doing so. Instead, he'd just feel relieved when he forgot about the old faces of random accomplices that he and Trevor left behind, pleased to be alone with no one else but his partner. The Typhoon had changed all that, however, and Michael truthfully didn't know if it was for better, or for worse. Although, he had a feeling that those close to him would say it was for the better – close friends, like Diya.
His friend's presence temporarily distracted him as he came padding up, drawn over by the sound of the bell ringing out through the air. He felt a smile curl on his muzzle as soon as he saw her, bumping his shoulder lightly against hers as he spoke, "Hey, Diya. Haven't seen you in a little bit... have to imagine you've been taking care of Rox?" He was honestly just glad to see his fellow vampire out and about, especially since he assumed she was in a similar state of anxiety over recent events. However, her questioning over whether or not she knew this "newcomer" drew the dealer's attention back to the task at hand. His mismatched blue gaze flicked back over to Emil, slowly looking the bear over. Much like Diya, he felt some spark of recognition in the back of his mind, but he wasn't entirely sure why. Was this one of the old friends that had been lost? The extended family that he had assumed was just... never coming back?
Unwilling to allow a swell of emotions to pour forth, the bobcat briefly bit down on his tongue, quieting his own thoughts before he spoke up, "Hey there, new big guy... interesting way of ringing the bell. Gotta say, I agree with Diya... you seem familiar. Maybe you've just got one of those faces, though." He then offered the other male a crooked little smile, allowing some of the tension to release from his own shoulders before he continued, "To add on to her questions, though... you here to join?" He honestly hoped that the other was, for a couple of reasons. Although The Typhoon certainly wasn't hurting for activity, he was never going to turn down new members, especially ones that seemed powerful, like Emil did. Although the Coalition was reeling for the moment, there was no telling when they could try and cause some shit again, and Michael wanted to make sure that they were prepared for if that did happen.
With so much on his mind to worry about, the bobcat would freely admit that he wasn't as focused on certain things as he would've liked to be. Old names and faces slipped from his memory, leaving him until he might one day see them again. Unfortunately, in the majority of cases, those faces returning never actually happened. Instead, they were just lost to him, having disappeared and left very little behind besides a sense of emptiness. That had been happening more and more often as of late, since the fugitive had been letting more people in. Back in the day, he never had to worry about forgetting faces, or feeling guilt over doing so. Instead, he'd just feel relieved when he forgot about the old faces of random accomplices that he and Trevor left behind, pleased to be alone with no one else but his partner. The Typhoon had changed all that, however, and Michael truthfully didn't know if it was for better, or for worse. Although, he had a feeling that those close to him would say it was for the better – close friends, like Diya.
His friend's presence temporarily distracted him as he came padding up, drawn over by the sound of the bell ringing out through the air. He felt a smile curl on his muzzle as soon as he saw her, bumping his shoulder lightly against hers as he spoke, "Hey, Diya. Haven't seen you in a little bit... have to imagine you've been taking care of Rox?" He was honestly just glad to see his fellow vampire out and about, especially since he assumed she was in a similar state of anxiety over recent events. However, her questioning over whether or not she knew this "newcomer" drew the dealer's attention back to the task at hand. His mismatched blue gaze flicked back over to Emil, slowly looking the bear over. Much like Diya, he felt some spark of recognition in the back of his mind, but he wasn't entirely sure why. Was this one of the old friends that had been lost? The extended family that he had assumed was just... never coming back?
Unwilling to allow a swell of emotions to pour forth, the bobcat briefly bit down on his tongue, quieting his own thoughts before he spoke up, "Hey there, new big guy... interesting way of ringing the bell. Gotta say, I agree with Diya... you seem familiar. Maybe you've just got one of those faces, though." He then offered the other male a crooked little smile, allowing some of the tension to release from his own shoulders before he continued, "To add on to her questions, though... you here to join?" He honestly hoped that the other was, for a couple of reasons. Although The Typhoon certainly wasn't hurting for activity, he was never going to turn down new members, especially ones that seemed powerful, like Emil did. Although the Coalition was reeling for the moment, there was no telling when they could try and cause some shit again, and Michael wanted to make sure that they were prepared for if that did happen.
— Reggan