01-14-2021, 01:05 AM
For a while, Michael had been in a similar position to Damiana. He hadn't truly known where he belonged after escaping from the Lost, and he had only followed after Roxie because he enjoyed her company – could see her as family. When he had first arrived, though, he hadn't known where he really fit in with the rest of The Typhoon. He had constantly been walking on eggshells, worried that everything would fall apart because of his past actions, whether it be his past as a thief or his brief stint within The Pitt. Thankfully, that hadn't seemed to be the case. He had lived out a life that he was proud of, and had reached where he was now – something he considered a feat to be proud of. Now, to see someone else going through a similar shift in their life... it was actually quite uplifting.
The dealer had just been passing by when he heard Damiana's bold statement, and he paused before turning and heading over. He waved a paw in greeting before he spoke, head tilting to one side, "Hello there, Damiana... that's quite the goal you've got there. Maybe your first step could be to join the Grim Rays? They know quite a bit about making yourself stronger." Of course, there was the possibility that Damiana was talking about a more vague sense of strength, like mental and emotional strength. However, physical strength never hurt in contributing to those.
The dealer had just been passing by when he heard Damiana's bold statement, and he paused before turning and heading over. He waved a paw in greeting before he spoke, head tilting to one side, "Hello there, Damiana... that's quite the goal you've got there. Maybe your first step could be to join the Grim Rays? They know quite a bit about making yourself stronger." Of course, there was the possibility that Damiana was talking about a more vague sense of strength, like mental and emotional strength. However, physical strength never hurt in contributing to those.
— Reggan