Meet and greets have never really been Bakugou's thing. Learning the names of others proved more difficult than memorising cue cards or brainstorming different techniques to go about in battle. It was simply too hard to match a face to a name when he cared so little about it. It was far too easy to let words dwindle and morph about within his mind. Their noises go through one ear and leave the other, more disjointed and intertwined than before. And yet the Reaver had always seemed to cope. Other than the fact that he will openly reveal he has no idea who the other he is talking to was, often at times he didn't even need to say the other's name because there was only one person he was talking to. Other times it would be another pirate's convenient slip of the subject's name. Regardless, Bakugou found it easier to attach certain feelings, opinions and emotions to another's face rather than their name. It makes more sense to him and it worked far better than squabbling over specific noises, trying to stretch his brain to remember when he needed it most.

There were, of course, always the exceptions. They were the ones who stood out from the usual lowlights, basked within more limelight than was needed that caught Bakugou's attention as either threats to his position, worth putting the extra effort to, or annoying enough for their name to just stick against him. They were the ones in which he remembered their names. And yet here he was, hearing the call from Captain Pincher to gather. He pays no particular mind to the s'mores, not necessarily a fan of sweet things, when he sits down and uncurls his firey tail behind him. Sooner than later, he begun to see other faces appear - rippling within the blurred mass of creatures approaching the same concentrated area, like spinning energy at the start of a whole new universe. It felt distorting to look at them all, the uniqueness which spread across all their faces and Bakugou, almost forgetting, reminded himself that he had been in a coma for twelve days. Far too many things can happen within the span of a week. The entirety of The Typhoon could change in the span of a fortnight.

His ears drop, folding against his cranium in distaste when he realises this gathering's purpose. A meet and greet, a dreaded and awful meet and greet. Though it seems useful that he attends one, he knows he's not going to remember it all. Then there is the struggle of trying to figure out what to say at his turn, flicking his attention to each speaker and trying to note what they were saying. Name, favourite colour, and something else. "Bakugou Katsuki," the Reaver begins, agitation spread across his cream face. The ragdoll has always introduced him in the traditional Japanese manner - surname first, then his first name. The only one who ever really called him 'Katsuki' was Kirishima, but it was partly because Bakugou had begun calling his friend 'Eijirou'. It was a...friendly gesture, wasn't much. "But I'd rather just be called Bakugou and I don't have a favourite colour." Favourite colours, numbers, dates and times weren't exactly important to the fire-breathing male. "I do like spicy food though. Not a fan of sweets."

[ ooc ] howdy, my name's grey (or tsundegrey on discord) but i also accept cecil. i'm 17 and graduating in literally eight days and i'm excited to be completely done with high school in about a month from now. i've been roleplaying since 2011 and i've been roleplaying bakugou since july 27 so not that long. i have the tendency to be completely absorbed in other activities whilst writing up my posts (and therefore take forever or never post) and i'm also the type of person to open every thread in a million tabs and slave through posting that way. i've been keeping check of my mbti since i first discovered it in 2013 and i am the intj. one thing i want to do in life is that i want to do biotechnology with a focus on gene therapy.

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The warm crackle of fire and the taste of smoke and chocolate in the air drew the lean feline over.  Brightly, his chocolate orbs gleamed, dancing in the flames.  A friendly boy by nature, Ikaia did not mind the social activity.  Unfortunately, a high likelihood of the child forgetting most names existed.  Faces easy.  Names not so much.  Even as the youth prepared a few s'mores and thought up what to say, names began fizzling out of his brain.  Captain Pincher... Latte? Latter? Latter... Sil, at least that's short.  Baku... Oh gee.

"I'm Ikaia," the boy offers, bouncing, cheerful tones.  Paws absently kneading the blanket beneath him.  "I don't mind Kai for short and... My favorite color is sea-green." Very specific.  Hadn't even known the color before pale eyes had met his own. Very pretty.  What was something he could do?  His brows creased sharply, trying to fixate on something.  Still learning.  Discovering. "I know how to sail.  I like it a lot, really.  Aand... I speak Hawaiian as well as English." Hopefully enough.  Wasn't like he'd had an eventful life before he sailed to the Typhoon.  He wanted to eat more s'mores.

[ hey y'all, I'm pluto or plu or whatever if you feel like shortening an already short name c; I'm 19 and a college freshman.  I'm a little new to the roleplaying world, but I've been writing since forever.  My favorite color is navy and my favorite season is winter because Texas is hot every other time of year. I'm excited to get into the game and get to know all y'all while I'm here ;p ]

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the flickering, luminescent flames jump and leap high in all their glory. crackling embers. unstoppable. a beautifully destructive force of nature. it's glow against the starkness of the dark is haunting. sharp and crisp, it breaks up thr outline of sable, inky blackness. she can feel it's warmth. she can feel it's quiet power. power. just like her.

exodus is absolutely enchanted, her gaze held captive to it and it alone, rather than the forms drawn and clustered tightly around it

it is only her and the fire in that moment. a battle of wills. she can onlt hear her heart pumping a tandem loudly, steadily within the confines of her ivory ribcage. it is only when the wafting smell of food drags her back from her dizzying trance. yes, food. it is what she has come here for-- it is one of the primary thing that the uncultured gal will ever be driven by, her whole life. the same frenzied, wild energy and need that thrums in her wild blood. as real as the lethality that settles heavy in her growing frame.

uncivilized, uncowed by the presence of the far more intellectual creatures, exodus struts into the clearing as if she were born to be there. no fear marks her young, untamed gaze of honey and amber.

muscles in her neck flexing, the huntress darts forward with exemplary speed, her head and jaws sharp, swift and cutting as they dip to snatch a smore with ease. she is dismissive but never unmindful of the creatures around her. she has been raised around their kind-- has grown used enough to them to never display discomfort, but she will never regard them with care in her impish eyes.

the marshmallow and crackers crumbles in her mouth, and the chocolate melts just as easily. determining it is not filling enough, the youth snags more, greed addling her primitive brain. she tells herself she needs more, despite the bitter tang of chocolate in her throat and its unsatisfactory taste.

/ Yo I'm spacey. My birthday is June 21st. I've been rping since 2012?? Maybe even before that, if you count all my shenanigans on animal jam :p I am an aspiring zoologist. I'm also a Cancer. My fav movies are the Aristocrats. I love watching Daredevil and the Flash. I have 3 siblings, and that's about it ^^