01-13-2021, 03:00 AM
Coal. Michael had met the other a couple of times in the past, and each time had only further confirmed that the other was pretty damn odd. This time was no exception, although it was less because of the feline's actions, and more because of his muttering to himself. His talk of killing another collector within The Typhoon certainly wasn't uplifting, and Keona had already mentioned that it wasn't the best idea. The other dealer added on as he stepped inside, shaking his head from side to side, "Yeah, I really wouldn't recommend murdering one of your crewmates. That's pretty much immediate exile – or being killed yourself, if you're not lucky. Although, if you wanna kill somebody and take their stuff, you could always head for one of our enemies. Like the Coalition, or the Iron Forged. Assholes already stole from us..." The bobcat's voice lowered to a bit of a grumble at the end as he mentioned the Iron Forged, still feeling particularly bitter about that whole encounter. It was a coward's move, attacking a medic's domain while a group was trying to hold off another attack. Michael was honestly just lucky he had made it out with his life, considering he had been one of the only ones around to defend the place.
Shaking those bad memories off for now, the short feline's gaze moved to Coal's collection, scanning over the various bottlecaps that were spread out in front of the other. He could certainly understand collecting things – had done plenty of it, himself – but he didn't really get the point of collection bottlecaps. They weren't really worth anything, as far as he knew, and it wasn't as if they were as pretty as jewelry, or shells. Upon hearing Keona offer up her own past collection, Michael muttered casually, tail twitching behind him, "I collect jewelry, if you couldn't tell just by looking at me. I like the pretty stuff... not sure I could imagine collecting bottlecaps." As usual, his gold necklace hung around his neck, joined by various face piercings and gold bracelets. Although, truthfully, Michael liked collecting whatever he could steal. He tended to be a bit of a pack rat when it came to things he had stolen, much to the chagrin of his husband. The dealer really didn't think Trevor could say anything, though, considering how disorganized he was.
Shaking those bad memories off for now, the short feline's gaze moved to Coal's collection, scanning over the various bottlecaps that were spread out in front of the other. He could certainly understand collecting things – had done plenty of it, himself – but he didn't really get the point of collection bottlecaps. They weren't really worth anything, as far as he knew, and it wasn't as if they were as pretty as jewelry, or shells. Upon hearing Keona offer up her own past collection, Michael muttered casually, tail twitching behind him, "I collect jewelry, if you couldn't tell just by looking at me. I like the pretty stuff... not sure I could imagine collecting bottlecaps." As usual, his gold necklace hung around his neck, joined by various face piercings and gold bracelets. Although, truthfully, Michael liked collecting whatever he could steal. He tended to be a bit of a pack rat when it came to things he had stolen, much to the chagrin of his husband. The dealer really didn't think Trevor could say anything, though, considering how disorganized he was.
— Reggan