back to work ✨ venomous lesson

Was it really any surprise that it was Cleo that first heeded her brother's call, closing the distance that once spanned between them as she took a seat? She had been lucky to catch the remnants of her words as she passed him, intrigued by his presence and made even more so by the promise of his lesson, a gleam of interest dancing within red eyes as she studied him. Venoms were her specialty, if she did say so herself, and she wouldn't dare deny herself any extra information she might attain from Silus. He was a smart one and a sage, certainly he had to possess a piece of knowledge that she didn't.

"Eshe can be a willing participant if you need her to be," Cleo offered, voice, as always, monotone and faraway, ears craning forward in a hardly hidden attempt to hear whatever her brother's response might be. She had volunteered her mamba without her permission but the words had already left her mouth and Eshe knew better than to make a scene against Cleo here, in the public eye. She would be Silus' willing participant if he so desired, but the reptile sincerely hoped that he didn't.

"So, dear brother," Cleo began, a smile finally appearing upon cinnamon lips, "What are we learning today?"

THOUGHT THAT I'D FEEL BETTER

MY V IS FOR VENDETTA

At first, Bakugou thought there was a ridiculous amount of healers at bay. The knowledge spread from tongue tongue as though it were common knowledge. Although a fighter, the ragdoll truthfully wants to learn herbology and alchemy. He would love to understand what it meant to heal, to regenerate the creatures breathing around him. The idea of it made him feel like a god: a judge of life and death, a being capable of giving and taking. Lately, however, Bakugou's begun to recognise a trending dwindle in The Typhoon's supply of ready medics - or sages and soothsayers, to be precise. He wonders if the job was simply too stressful or if something drastic had happened in the black mamba division. Whatever it was, Bakugou was curious to know but was frankly too uncommitted in his desires to dare asking around what was happening. He supposes that whatever the reason was, it was none of his business. The Captain would likely address this if it were anything to be concerned about...or perhaps even one of the Soothsayers would seek more sages. Maybe the influx was to prepare for such a high loss, so that in the end there could be a gain.

He may not have the best hearing in the world but Bakugou isn't deaf to the sound of Silus' cracking call, his voice seeming to ache against the strangulation of the air around it. 'What not to touch'. He doesn't question it for long when the sage adds that it will be a lesson on venoms, flicking an ear when he decides to approach the early formings of what will become a group of pirates, waiting and listening to Silus' words. It's not something he is particularly interested in considering he's always thought it should be obvious what to touch and what not to touch, but he attends anyway in the case that this universe followed some insanely stupid law he hadn't been aware about. Bakugou sits down quietly, choosing not to greet Silus, Cleo or even the snake, Eshe, because he thought it would be a waste of time anyway. This wasn't a befriending session, just a lecture of some sorts that he wanted over and done with.