04-07-2019, 11:35 PM
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tw: mentions alcohol, blood, profanity, violence, religion
Cat's swift and vengeful response to his outburst was to be expected, but the sharpness of it still stung slightly. Though it did help to calm him a bit more. His jaw was clenched, his need to say something else squelched by Cat's explanation, a rescue mission meant one thing, and Creed's dejection meant that it had failed, meaning that... well, he didn't want to dwell on it. It was just another promise he'd failed to fulfill.
The dark haired man bit his upper lip, and listened, his body rigid, though no longer as tense, the blood vessels in his forehead and neck had ceased to bulge from his skin. As Cat all but wrapped up the meeting, the man interjected before it could be fully finished. "If you want, Boss," He used the different title of "boss" perhaps because there was some respect in the man again for Cat's actions... Creed was still alive, and she probably would not have been if Cat had not gone with her.
He inhaled quietly before continuing. "I can host that training, combat is in my wheelhouse." He wasn't sure how the offer would be taken, seeing as Mike wasn't really in Cat's good graces at all, and the boss had no real reason to trust him with the training or education of the Badlanders, however, he thought he'd offer, try to be helpful, not anger the boss more.
tw: mentions alcohol, blood, profanity, violence, religion
Cat's swift and vengeful response to his outburst was to be expected, but the sharpness of it still stung slightly. Though it did help to calm him a bit more. His jaw was clenched, his need to say something else squelched by Cat's explanation, a rescue mission meant one thing, and Creed's dejection meant that it had failed, meaning that... well, he didn't want to dwell on it. It was just another promise he'd failed to fulfill.
The dark haired man bit his upper lip, and listened, his body rigid, though no longer as tense, the blood vessels in his forehead and neck had ceased to bulge from his skin. As Cat all but wrapped up the meeting, the man interjected before it could be fully finished. "If you want, Boss," He used the different title of "boss" perhaps because there was some respect in the man again for Cat's actions... Creed was still alive, and she probably would not have been if Cat had not gone with her.
He inhaled quietly before continuing. "I can host that training, combat is in my wheelhouse." He wasn't sure how the offer would be taken, seeing as Mike wasn't really in Cat's good graces at all, and the boss had no real reason to trust him with the training or education of the Badlanders, however, he thought he'd offer, try to be helpful, not anger the boss more.
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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.