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Stillness. He didn't move, stuck on whether or not to stand up and leave or try and speak to the Captain. Perhaps there was some mistake, that he had misheard his name for another. It all felt too sickening for him. His ears felt blocked, head nauseous, stomach churning his discomforts. He stayed that way for a while, wondering how Goldenluxury was taking it as well. If he could read minds, he would realise they sat in the same boat - both didn't feel worthy, both had done things that made them unsuitable as leaders. He remembers the embarrassment of being lectured by Pincher in front of Quantum, Bakugou being unable to contain his sharp tongue and criticising the woman for speaking so lowly of her allies, being so desperate to gain The Typhoon as an ally. He hates having his paws licked and although he had been younger, far more explosive in personality, the memory still haunts him. It was a reminder that politics would always be a place of struggle for him because it was difficult to hold back his judgement, his opinions, his thoughts. He can't even begin to imagine the idea of Goldenluxury struggling to come to terms with becoming Quartermaster. He thought her to be almost perfect if not for her intensely selfless nature, her tendency to be ridden with injuries. Neither of them realise it but they both think and feel the same. Both think the other deserved it, both believe that they themselves shouldn't have been given the responsibility.

He was half-expecting someone to revolt against Pincher's decisions, re-affirming his thoughts regarding his promotion and the fact that he had skipped ever being an Officer. The truth was, he would have liked to have been an Officer rank. He didn't mind having that responsibility but Quartermaster was a role he had never even considered himself in. He could agree with the voiced opinion, the fact that Caesar had been a part of The Typhoon for longer than him. If Bakugou could hear the other male's thoughts about him once being apart of Snowbound, he would have called bull though. Upon waking up in this world, the first place he knew was The Typhoon. He may as well have been born here considering the fact that other groups didn't even exist in his mind until having lived on the island for weeks. It was strange to have made a connection between Bakugou and Snowbound unless, of course, Caesar was thinking of Kirishima. His friend and the rest of his 1-A classmates had settled in that group, a fact he only knew because of his friend who quit Snowbound to join him.

Then it was Feliks who spoke up. He didn't see much of the griffon but he surely enjoyed hearing his snarky comments, noting that he was far better at keeping things civil while also getting a kick of his own. He would have liked to be the same but Bakugou only ever ignited situations. Of course, he noticed Owen's small comment which brought him to remember the time the male had tried to side with Caesar during Goldenluxury's ocean lesson. It seemed that the german shepherd tried to do things to a similar effect to Feliks, to be a bystander while also having a forked edge. The shame was that he was quickly shut down by Caesar's misunderstanding. He couldn't help but feel his own spark of aggression towards the dream demon's second reasoning, stating that he did nothing when he knew that Caesar did the same. As far as he was concerned, he was at least far more civil than the other when it came to dealing with arguments. For the male to outright say that he did nothing with such confident emphasis infuriated the male, neck beginning to burn with a desire to throw hostility to the male in return.

Feliks, being originally detached to the situation by offering that of an amused comment, was suddenly on his side. Lonely folk. Did they really have that effect? Everyone knew that Bakugou had the tendency to insult others but he didn't realise the fact that he at least...noticed the ones around The Typhoon. He never thought it mattered, classifying himself as one of those 'lonely wolf' types. His lips pressed together at the other point, the fact that he didn't get hung up over titles. The only time he ever mentioned his previous 'Reaver' rank was to piss off Owen, reminding the other that he was, indeed, the other's superior. It was during Sunhaven's visit, unhappy with the thought that there were raptors scurrying about because he knew that Buckingham had had a bad experience with them. A civil matter had turned into a chase. Not wishing to be bitten by another prehistoric reptile, he offered to tell Owen to 'kindly fuck off', mentioning that he was his superior. He put the raptor trainer in a position to heed his words because it would give the other a bad name not to listen to his demands. Well, then again, this was Bakugou tooting his own horn.

His eyes then flick towards Goldenluxury, Bakugou still quiet when he heard her speak and say that he was a hardworker. He took commissions, if it counted towards anything, made sure to voice his opinions (though not very valued ones) during political discussions. Other than that, he always accepted the idea that he was just selfish. The rumble of the ancient dragon Luciferus caught his attention as well, noting why Caesar didn't deserve the position of Quartermaster rather than also join in on defending him. He didn't mind that but almost forgot to react to the other's congratulations to his new position. To be honest, he wished he was happy with the events but he could only give a sheepish nod. "That's, uh...enough with defending me," the young Quartermaster finally spoke up. His words lacked the usual energy, the usual fire. "And fuck off Caesar. If you think you deserve Quartermaster before me so bad, maybe you can stop throwin' a tantrum about it like you're some shithead's baby. You're givin' me a headache."

When Caesar speaks again, his eyes are locked onto his form with the intent to silence him, to sink his claws into his flesh and turn those words into screams. Then again, he wondered if pain even phased him, wondering if the male were too proud to let the hurt cause him to whimper beyond repair. The devil. He had a feeling that there were certainly members who thought the savannah to be like that of the devil, an embodiment of hell, impatient in his very being. Anger enshrouds him. He's blinded in a fit of hatred, embitterment, entangled with Satan's breath. He can't help but snort at Caesar's expectation to be treated with respect. Although Bakugou was rude to his own crewmates, he never stopped to expect respect or manners in return towards him. He knew what his foul language would reap to him, he knew that when the time came to it, everyone would leave him to die. Then again, with the current unfolding events, he was beginning to wonder if they would remember him, remember him when he falls in battle to be consumed by the mass of fighting bodies, filled with murderous intent. It made him want to cry thinking of the number of pirates who were so willing to justify Pincher's decision.

He says nothing at Caesar's rant, none of his words holding any true weight. He doubted the demon would be able to make them stronger. No, he would only make them revolt, he could cause discord to their hierarchy and peace. There had to be a balance and it existed under the leadership of the Captain - the Captain who would always be irreplaceable. At the words of 'more connected', he rolls his eyes, only reaffirming to him that the Head Officer was blinded by his sense of self-worth. While Bakugou had too little, Caesar had too much. Funnily enough, Caesar's rage was doing the opposite of what the other might have wanted. It was actually making Bakugou want to keep his position as Quartermaster in a petty return of his insults, biting his tongue at the demon's claim that they were cowards who couldn't voice his opinion. He was spitting nonsense at this point. He clearly knew nothing about the ones around him. Feliks, for example, was more than willing to pick a bone with the leader when the time came to it. Bakugou as well had spoken out a number of times in situations where he shouldn't have. To say that Caesar was the only one with 'the balls to say shit' only proved the demon was too caught up in tooting his own horn to pay attention. The only one who looked like an salvageable fool at this point was Caesar.

Fight me. The words resonated within him, echoing throughout the chasms of his mind, beating against his chest. While he didn't have to power to give his rank to Caesar, knowing that it was up to the Captain whether to allow the demon to become second-in-command, Bakugou wasn't going to get the proposition slide. He lived for the sensation of battle, hated the idea of rejecting it because he would appear a coward. Bakugou was no coward and he had his own ego to appease, lips curled in a return snarl to the Head Officer. "I will," the young Quartermaster replies on instinct, ears pressed against his cranium in his own aggression. Suddenly what had been dead energy was replaced with his own anger, his own newfound strength to prove himself. He didn't care about the possibility of losing, being heavily injured from the battle, but he did care about the fact that his strength had been challenged. His strength was the only thing that held onto his self-esteem, let him live. He will win, he thinks. Losing was not an option for the ragdoll. If he lost, what worth did he have left?  "But you'll be sulking at the end of it like some bitch's petty little girl."