C A T A L Y S T
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They hadn’t gotten a goddamn wink of sleep last night. They’d tried, they’d really tried, but it just hadn’t happened. There was too much on their mind, too much had happened. Too much to do, it would be a long time before they got another chance to rest well. Oh fucking well. â€ÂWe’re doing an early meeting. Everyone get your arses in the fugging casino.†Their temper was short, patience was low, and for once things weren’t already set up for them. They had their box under their arm, and it was a day early in the morning. Ugh. Nasty. But there was no point in wasting time, nor was there time to waste.
It was actually sort of annoying, having to wait just a few minutes for people to file in. They tapped their finger on their arm impatiently; they had cleaned up a bit since last night, but there were still flecks of dried blood on them. Cat themself was uninjured, but it wouldn’t take a master of perception to tell that something was wrong, that their night had been an unpleasant one. Despite their exhaustion, they leaned against the billiard table, rather than sitting on it.
Finally, enough people gathered that they were able to get this thing going. â€ÂWe’ll start with the welcomes, I suppose. We had two joiners, Jackie, my understanding is that her intentions are good but if anyone messes with her they’ll get stabbed. Howard, who kind of makes me wonder how he hasn’t been stabbed already.†They were joking. But it was a joke somewhat in reality, since the kid had his… very own way with words. They dug through the cardboard box and took out two of the necklaces that were worn by every member of the Badlands… except whatever few individuals thought that they were better than this. That’d surely come back to bite them in the ass. â€ÂC’mere, you each get one of these.†They waited for the joiners to take the necklaces, then they were moving on.
â€ÂAlright, with that out of the way, let’s talk business. The Insurrection bombed us, tried to blow up the casino. The building we’re in right now. They failed, because every action they take against us causes more harm to them than it does to us. Three of their teenagers are dead, and it was them that killed em, and we’ve got one of their sniper’s captured. But see, here’s the thing.†They started pacing, forward, away from the billiard table, then back towards it.
â€ÂIf it was just the casino, I could deal with that. It’s just a building, no one was hurt… but then someone was hurt. Creed took a bullet for me, and now she’s been captured by the Insurrection.†They paused, let their own anger fester and spread to the other people in the room. â€ÂBut I’m going to have to come back to that in a minute. First, I’d like to recognize the heroes of that event.â€Â
They kept pacing, making brief eye contact with everyone they paced. â€ÂWe’ll start with the obvious. Creed. Someone write this down because I want her to have a copy of this when she gets back.†Did they really care if someone wrote it down or not? Not really. â€ÂLet’s start with the obvious. Creed. She’s already proven time and time again her loyalties and capabilities, and now she’s gone and taken a bullet saving my life. Where do I even begin with that?†No one had ever taken damage that was meant for them before, let alone such devastating damage. â€ÂWhen she gets home, I have every intention of offering her the branded title.†They just hoped that she’d make it home in one piece to receive it. No, they just wanted her to make it home.
Fortunately, the next heroes were actually there to hear it. In the case of one… ugh, they were never going to hear the end of it. In the case of the other… well, one need only look at who they were praising and the complicated history to get an idea that their feelings weren’t black and white. â€ÂNext hero is Paige. Disappeared, bad shit presumably happened and she comes back to chaos. Doesn’t just stand by, though, she recognized the threats and shot one of them in the fugging chest.†They walked over to the box and reached into it. â€ÂNow, I’ve given this to people for less, so rewarding you with a bandanna seems cheap. But you’ve definitely earned this and more.†They held it out for her, waited a few beats for her to take it, then kept going right along.
â€ÂLast but not least, mark it on the fugging calendar, Mike. He didn’t hesitate to chase down the people that attacked us, and not only that but he succeeded in capturing the sniper. Now think about that, what that means. We’ve got someone we can interrogate, we’ve got someone we can potentially trade for Creed, and if those things don’t work out, we’ve got someone we can take our frustration out on.†Once more, they reached into the box and withdrew a red bandanna. â€ÂSo… Congrats, Mike, this is as close to my good graces as you’re ever gonna get.†Okay, so talking his achievement up had been easier than talking the man himself up. What could they say? He’d done a lot of good for the group, but caused just as much trouble. At least he was in the positive now. As much as that was possible.
Though Cat was done recognizing the heroes of the event, they weren’t done recognizing and rewarding the individuals of the group. â€ÂAlright, so for their general activity and presence around the group, I’d like to promote two people. Probably shoulda done this sooner, buuut kiss my ass.†Alright, whatever approximation of sap they’d been secreting was now all gone. â€ÂAddy, Lucerne, come on up here, trade your red bandannas in for a blue one.†They turned around and withdrew the striped Officer bandannas from the box, holding them out in one hand while the other waited for the old bandannas.
After putting away the old, they clapped their hands together. â€ÂAlright, so here’s the deal. If you’re wondering why I look like shit, it’s because some personal shit just came up last night, so now I’m having to deal with that. I’m going to have to take a little trip, shouldn’t be more than a week or so. I’m putting Addy in charge while I’m away. Don’t do anything weird or crazy, just keep things rolling aand do the rather long list of shit I got for you to do.†Yes, indeed, they’d made a to-do list for the Badlands while they were away. Hopefully if they were focused on that, it’d all go smoothly and it could be productive for everyone.
â€ÂTop priority, first and foremost: a plan to rescue Creed. When I get back, that’s gonna pretty much be first on the agenda. Addy, I want you working with Mike since he knows the Insurrection, and really anyone that fancies themself not completely stupid in relevant areas. Sound good? Great.†This was pretty much the only way they could deal with leaving while she was still captured. Fucking hell. Why did this have to be happening all at once? Why was Fate so cruel with Her timing?
They glanced around, eyes settling on Gav for a moment. â€ÂOh. Right. This is important, but not important-important. I don’t care if that makes sense or not, I can’t remember the last time I’ve gotten a full night’s sleep. I barely remember the last time I got any.†And they didn’t care if that was too much information, either. â€ÂMy living room looks like someone died there. Might be because someone did. If someone could help Gav get that cleaned up before Mo sees it, that’d be much appreciated.†Was that going to help the group in any way? No. Would it earn someone points with Catalyst? Yeah, it certainly would.
â€ÂRight. Other two things are projects I’ve touched on, but shit keeps hitting the fan and throwing me off. So. The roofs, fortify some, get guards up on the ones that make strategic sense, make sure the ones we can’t use, the Insurrection can’t use either. And the border, when I get back I wanna hear some ideas for marking the border.†Mostly they just didn’t want to lose the thought, but if some progress was actually made, then they wouldn’t have to get bitchy the next time around. And wouldn’t that be nice for everyone?
Cat was pretty sure that was it, was about to dismiss the meeting, but then something else occurred to them. â€ÂOne last thing. Anyone weird comes sniffing around for me, you don’t know me.†If asked, they’d probably say something about Insurrectionist assassins, but honestly? They just didn’t want anyone else from Mourningstar showing up and making a scene. â€ÂOkay, that’s it. I gotta get moving, so provided no one has any fugging questions… bye.â€Â
OOC Summary + Announcements
 Welcome to Jackie/Cubs and Howard/Nightwing!
 Both joiners get to have ~ Badlander necklaces ~
 The Insurrection attempted to blow up the casino last meeting, but only did minor damage to the outside. The bombers were killed by an Insurrectionist sniper, and Creed was also shot by said sniper and captured.
 Cat praised Creed and announced their intention to offer her the Branded title when she gets back.
 Cat also commended Paige and Mike and offered them a red bandanna.
 Addy and Lucerne are promoted to Officers and can swap out their bandannas for blue ones.
 Catalyst is leaving temporarily to take care of some personal business (this is lasting for around two weeks icly but their return thread should be going up tomorrow, and I'll still be posting retro unless it's a thread set specifically during their absence).
 Addy is in charge while they're gone, and he's asked to maintain the status quo and do a few things:
â€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€ They want Addy and Mike to come up with a game plan to rescue Creed, with the help of anyone that wants to assist.
â€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€ This isn't anyone in particular, but they'd like someone to help Gav clean up their living room of blood. It's a good way to earn points with them, but other than that doesn't matter much.
â€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€ They want some roofs fortified and made use of by the Badlanders, and anything that they can't or won't use to be blocked off or otherwise made hazardous to the Insurrection.
â€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€ They also want to come back to some ideas about how to mark the border.
 If anyone "weird" comes looking for Cat, the answer is you don't know them.
 They're going to be heading off provided no one has any questions.
 Okay so y'all may or may not know this, but I've been agonizing on how to deal with the promotions and I think I've finally settled on something that works. Members can be promoted for activity even if they haven't been initiated yet, but will have until the next meeting to complete a task to be initiated. If they don't, they'll be demoted until they do. This way I don't have to wait for people to become initiated to promote deserving people, but we keep it consistent with the culture that's been built icly.
 The choice awards have finally been tallied and the results posted here!
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 05/17/19] GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Left to bring Derick's body home
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a bit of an identity crisis start
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Made up with Molly, had a heart to heart with Gavril
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a confrontation with Derick and killed him
⇥ 05/05/39 ⇥ Survived an attack from the Insurrection
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
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I HAD THIS FEELING THAT YOU'D BETRAY ME ——————
IF I GAVE TOO MUCH AND YOU TOOK TOO MUCH ——————
there's blood on the leaves / there's blood on the sands I ——————
FEEL HIS GRACE S L O W L Y RUNNING OUT ——————
GIVE ME TRUTH GIVE ME A WAY OUT (I GOT A BONE TO PICK) ——————
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 an early meeting. honestly, just by glancing at the bitchass, he should’ve known that something would be happening. catalyst looked like absolute shit- and that wasn’t simply addy’s typical sour remark. it was just straight up fact at this point. anyone could tell simply by glancing at the leader that something was up. their exhausted eyes, bits of dried fucking blood on them. it didn’t take a fucking scientist to realize that something had happened, and whether or not catalyst chose to speak on it, it was the elephant in the fucking room.
also didn’t help that catalyst seemed so impatient, eager to move from one subject to the next. there had to be some kind of news coming up in this meeting, he knew it. and there was catalyst, talking about the insurrection. maybe that was why he looked so damn tried… because he really had been tried these last couple of days, weeks, months, thinking about the insurrection.. (still didn’t explain the dried blood, but let’s ignore that).
oh, shit. creed taking a bullet and getting captured by the insurrection was definitely something to lose sleep over. how the hell did they even go about bringing her back? … how did they even know that she was still alive? motherfuckers could be pulling a fast one on them. though, perhaps that was just addy being paranoid as all hell. paranoia had kind of been keeping him up at night, too, so he couldn’t blame anyone else for experiencing the same thing.
after going through the heroes of the event - addy wasn’t a hero, he never claimed to be a hero - he perked up slightly at the mention of his name. oh. damn, promoted. for a moment, he almost couldn’t believe it. there had never been a time in his life where he felt like he’d ever belong anywhere. he’d always thought he was a misfit, that no place anywhere would welcome him. make him feel a little more at home. he wasn’t the mushy-gushy type, not for all that cheesy sap, but it was true. he never felt like he’d belonged anywhere, but with the badlands… maybe it was time for a change.
still, part of him told himself not to feel too ecstatic about it. lately, he’d been going through the ringer mentally. the constant fear of his past catching up to him, the constant fear that his past already had caught up with him.. it made him scared that he shouldn’t get too attached to this group. after all, what if something happened that could take it all away in the next minute? nothing that he’d ever had in life had stayed long enough for him to ever be so optimistic as to think, maybe, this group could be different. which made him feel even more stupid for thinking, deep down, that maybe things would be alright.
stepping up, he took off his red bandanna, trading it for the striped one, uttering. “don’t expect me to kiss your ass.†followed by a quiet, “thanks.†arguably one of the nicer things he’d said in a while. that was when he went back to his spot in the casino, sitting there and listening intently. and, while he had expected a lot of news, he hadn’t expected this much change. something had happened last night, so they were going to be leaving? and he was in charge while he was away? his heart raced anxiously in his chest, giving a short nod of his head to acknowledge he’d been listening to what the man had said. he knew that he wouldn't really have to do much, just make sure everything ran smoothly - and, honestly, he was perfectly fine with that. he'd try not to let this bitchass down.
and, holy fuck, what had happened the other night, because he really needed to know if it involved someone literally dying in cat’s fucking house. he wanted to ask what the hell was going on, though something made him stay quiet about it as the leader continued going on about the plans for the week. work with mike to make a plan to rescue creed… he tried not to shudder at the thought. the pair weren’t best friends, by any means- but he felt like the guy would have some badass ideas to contribute to getting creed back.
there were definitely questions that he had for cat. however, seeing how ready they seemed to go, he didn’t have the heart - either that or he didn’t really care that much - to ask them right then and there. questions could get answers after they came back.
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 With Catalyst announcing that the Badlands were to have an early meeting, Lucerne was quiet yet compliant as he shuffled into the Casino, leaning against a wall away from the crowd. He didn’t really have much to say to anybody after all, and so he’d grow quiet, eyes wandering at the growing crowd. People appeared almost ignorant to the fact that something was bothering Cat. It’d taken several minutes for everybody to file in and, judging from Lucerne’s observation of the leader, squinting slightly as he noticed them drumming their fingers on their arm, there was an urgent reason to as why the meeting was so early.
At first, the formalities were out of the way, Lucerne’s features dull as he allowed himself to watch the two newcomers receive their necklaces, a necklace which Lucerne had since accepted and worn, just to appear more like the rest of the group even though Lucerne was far from it. After all, he was the weird one - absolutely nothing normal about the man. He tipped his head slowly to the side, interest piqued as the boring talk was over and done with. And now, they were talking business.
The last meeting had come to an abrupt end when a bomb was set off in the Casino. They were lucky to all escape that one alive… Lucerne thought. Silently hoped. After all, he couldn’t quite account for Creed, especially after she’d been taken by these enemies, so to speak. Lucerne was out of the loop - all he knew was that there were people out for blood and guts, and so blood and guts was what they’d get… Well, their own blood and guts, considering the Badlands were more than willing to fight tooth and nail.
Lucerne was not willing to involve himself in the business of hurting others. He already had to kill for Addy whilst in the Badlands, and he did not have the intention to do so again. The moment he pulled that trigger, his upstanding morals had died along with the man he’d killed. Perhaps Addy had been correct - morals perished in a world such as this. So ruthless and brutal, Lucerne was a fool to believe that he could still remain ethically righteous. Yet, he still clung onto any last thread of his own redemption. He ended one life, and so he’d work on saving some, too. That was his job as a doctor, right? He was just a doctor who sometimes had bad days.
He’d been brought out of his own thoughts with his name being announced, brows furrowing together as he raised his gaze from staring at his shoes to looking over towards Cat, holding up a blue striped bandanna. A promotion… Interesting. For a moment, he didn’t move from his spot, instead suspicious eyes flitting between Cat and Addy as Addy stepped up to receive his new bandanna. But, finally, he caved in, pushing himself gently away from leaning against the wall and snaking through the crowd to reach where Cat was stood, shifty eyes looking across as the leader before removing his red bandanna and trading it in for the blue one.
He chose to say nothing to Cat as he stood in front of them, instead the only acknowledgement being Lucerne meeting their eyes with his own for a moment and subtly nodding his head before returning to his original place. He frowned as he returned to the wall, leaning against it as eyes lowered to the blue bandanna in his hands. He looked at it quizzically, trying to grasp onto the idea that Cat actually noticed something in him. He tried to not crack a smile, his lips instead twitching before he scrunched the fabric up in his fist and raised his head to continue to listen to Cat’s words.
Perhaps people were beginning to understand Lucerne. Maybe they were beginning to want him around. He took a slow and deep breath through his nostrils in an attempt to disguise his pride he felt for himself in that very moment. Perhaps they were accepting him for who he was. Perhaps this was where Lucerne belonged. He’d not belonged anywhere before. Instead, dubbed as the most unpleasant, rude and obnoxious bastard anyone could at all have the misfortune of ever meeting, people often found that he was too much work to get to know. Nobody could understand him, but he was all right with that. All he could ever have wished for was to be accepted despite people not understanding him, for acceptance was what he searched for his entire life.
Addy was asked to fill in whilst Cat temporarily left to deal with some personal issues, something which caused Lucerne to frown and readily butt in with a terribly curt comment, “Awful idea.†But, he was very quick to pipe down once more at the long list of things Cat wanted Addy to do. First, a rescue plan. Eyes wandered to Mike, then to Addy, realizing how quickly they’d probably suggest to go in all guns blazing. Lucerne would be quick to snort and confidently dismiss that idea. It would be ludicrous to go against a group as vicious as them in that manner - ludicrous.
Next, Catalyst asked for somebody to help Gavril clean the blood from inside their living room. From the sounds of it, somebody had died a bloody death and, from noticing dried specks of blood on Catalyst, especially when he approached them earlier in the meeting, he realized that something alarming had to have happened. Shifty eyes peered across at the others in the casino silently before finally Lucerne spoke up, “Provided somebody shows me where the cleaning equipment is kept, I can do that. Best be done sooner rather than later, before the blood dries up entirely.â€Â
After that, he finally remained quiet until the meeting ended, eyes lowering down to examine the blue bandanna is his hand once again. Finally - a part of him felt as if he belonged somewhere.
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⫸ wilhelm lucerne nouvel // no known nicknames
⫸ goes by his middle name, lucerne
⫸ male // he/him
⫸ thirty three // ages real time // born fourteenth february
⫸ medic for the badlands // formerly a loner
⫸ joined BL - twenty first february
appearance.
⫸ faceclaim - benedict cumberbatch
⫸ voice claim - benedict cumberbatch
⫸ speaks with a received pronunciation british accent
⫸ 6'2ft // tall and lithe // very little muscle mass
⫸ cold, china blue eyes and disheveled, dark brunet hair
⫸ physical health - 100%
 current injuries: none as of now
⫸ mental health - 70%
 has been showing signs of major depressive disorder
personality.
⫸ enigmatic and difficult to understand
⫸ astute and intellectual // generally very logical in his way of thinking
⫸ self-absorbed and overly prideful // massive god complex
⫸ lack of empathy and often insincere // evident sociopathic tendencies
⫸ assertive, blunt and arrogant // strong, unwavering opinions
⫸ analytical and perceptive // often good at figuring things out at breakneck speed
⫸ overly motivated and stubborn // it's often his way or the highway
⫸ chronic boredom, often acts out childishly based on this
⫸ fastidious and a known perfectionist
⫸ unpredictable and notably unhinged // makes it difficult to get on with him
⫸ a total narcissist in many ways
⫸ aloof and incredibly socially awkward // very antisocial in general
⫸ a complete drama queen // incredibly theatrical and melodramatic
⫸ breathes sarcasm // snide and often witty with his quips
⫸ silently a very sensitive and introverted soul // worries about what others think
⫸ self-conscious towards how people react towards him // this makes him withdrawn
relationships.
⫸ wilhelm nouvel x annette nouvel // one older brother [deceased]
⫸ aromantic asexual // not interested in any romance
⫸ has taken a liking towards addy douglas
 sees him as his person
 doesn't view their relationship as romantic
 loyalty lies with him entirely
interaction.
⫸ storage // plot
⫸ physically: medium // mentally: hard
⫸ owns a pistol but finds the idea of injuring somebody very difficult
⫸ dislikes getting into physical fights as he's not very good at fighting
⫸ would much rather die than kill somebody else
⫸ will be acting out of character as he is still grieving over the loss of his brother
⫸ TW. he is an active drug addict // cocaine, heroin and opioids such as morphine
 some interactions with him may be whilst he is under the influence of said drugs
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it's on my throne [B][I]Come on, what's up, danger?
This was a familiar sight, standing within this group of faces familiar and not as they listened to whatever it is Cat had to say. Paige wasn't trying to bring any attention to herself, just standing with the others and staying quiet. Creed was gone? She looked surprised, though she had been hurt which is why Creed probably was captured so easily. She couldn't imagine under any other circumstances where she would've been taken so easily.
[i]â€ÂNext hero is Paige..." An audible sigh could be heard by the people around her. In no way to her was she a hero. "Disappeared, bad shit presumably happened and she comes back to chaos. Doesn’t just stand by, though, she recognized the threats and shot one of them in the fugging chest." Well duh, she wasn't an idiot. Especially when she heard the explosion, it hadn't been hard to put that and the running teens together. Except now she was starting to wish she had shot the sniper that got away. Wish she did more. That seemed to be a theme following her around: not doing enough.
She didn't go over right away, but eventually she would. She'd walk over to Cat and take the bandanna, muttering [b]"I don't deserve this" making sure Cat could hear as she did so. Then she'd just disappear into the crowd, tucking the bandanna into her back pocket. Then Cat would continue the meeting. Promoting others, saying they'd be gone, put Addy of all people in charge. To be honest, she wasn't listening to much. She just wanted to find her house, take it back, and hide. She had some things on her mind she needed to muster over in her head.
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tws thoughts of violence, blood, murder, mentions of alcohol, religion, injury, broken bones, blood
The dark haired man was tired, he was stiff and sore as hell from his fall from the building, but he was here. And as he listened he was again enraged by Brian, and also himself. He had left Creed, he should have watched out for her... it was his fault that the young woman was now at the mercy of the terrifying Brian.
Brian was a full half foot taller than Mike, though height didn't mean anything in a fight, but he was also stronger, and much better at one on one physical altercation than Mike was... which was intimidating, but he'd fight Brian any day, any moment, without hesitation if it meant getting Creed back.
He was only half listening to Cat's announcements, and his mouth actually dropped slightly as his name was announced, and he was offered a bandana. It was so... unexpected. He'd only just made it back to the ranks of Grunt, and he hadn't been expecting anything else from Cat, who had every reason to dislike, and distrust him, but apparently not.
Addy was going to work with him to rescue Creed, god, how could that go wrong... Addy was an untried, untested, impractical, egotistical, and unprofessional child... no problem there. Though he supposed both Addy and Luce deserved their promotions, it wasn't as though he was actually going to treat them much different than he already treated them.
Possibly make more jibes at Addy though, it was amusing to get under the kid's skin. "Thanks boss, and noted." He would have offered to accompany Cat, keep them safe, and probably would have if Creed was not in serious danger. There wasn't much more to be said, he'd collect his bandana at a later time.
[align=center] MICHAEL FORD Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.
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