c'est la vie mesdames et messieurs ~ joining

[michael t.]

ALL I FOUND THE SPACE BETWEEN THE SPACES
STANDING IN THE NOTHING, AND TIME RECLAIMS YOU

Well, someone was certainly upbeat, weren't they? Like most of – or really the rest of – the Typhoon, Michael avoided the Treasure Cove like the plague. While the name was certainly intriguing, and the prospect of something shiny was always appealing to Michael, he wasn't willing to risk his life just to head down there. So, to hear a rather loud and sharp voice echoing through the air from that direction wasn't exactly a good sign.

However, the dealer wasn't willing to just let someone wander around the territory unchallenged – well, technically Keona was there, but she'd be rather easy for the canine to overpower. This was why it wasn't long before the thief arrived, pitch black and inky fur standing out next to Keona's smaller form. He muttered softly, shaking his head at Morrison as he spoke, "We're not dead, and we certainly don't need you to change things around here when we're doing just fine. The fact is that you just came from one of the most dangerous parts of our territory. In fact... the legends say that you're now cursed, if you believe that kinda thing." Michael personally didn't really believe in "curses," but he knew there were plenty throughout The Typhoon who did.

As he sat down comfortably beside Keona, he nodded in the other dealer's direction before continuing, "Like Keona here just said, you're on the territory of The Typhoon. So you better have a good reason to be here, or we'll be more than happy to toss you right back onto the "cursed" lands that you came from." Normally he didn't pick on potential joiners quite so much, but Morrison had treaded on some pretty important lands, and seemed a bit full of himself. So, there was no harm in picking on him a little bit, right? He seemed like he could take it, if he was willing to dish it out. Plus, there was the fact that what Michael was saying was true. If the other wasn't planning on staying and helping out, it was unlikely that he'd be welcomed for long, or at least treated all that positively. The Typhoon was the kind of place where everyone was free, but everyone also contributed. It made sense to make potential joiners aware of that right off the bat.

— Reggan