Bakugou was the opposite. In his old world, powers were expected of everyone. It was the biggest tragedy to be born without one and his childhood friend had been one of them. He was the bully. He took every moment in his life to bully the boy's quirklessness, especially after realising just how special everyone had made his own abilities feel. He thought himself to be a god, a creature who had been blessed above everyone else. Then, when he had been reborn into this world, it didn't take him long to bear the powers of fire...something rather similar to his old combustive abilities. Powers have always been a part of his life. He probably couldn't function without them. It was obvious that he also viewed them as abilities expected to appear in just about anyone. Those who were powerless were the ones he viewed as insignificant. Pitiful. So it was when his eyes flickered over towards Victor, watching the male move about uncomfortably before noticing shards of ice beginning to form around the sled dog's pelt that he immediately assumed it to be something newly forming. This, of course, was interesting to him. A difference in the old world and this world was that powers in this world could manifest at any time and any age. It didn't have to be around the age of four years old.

Victor didn't look to be in a good mood like he usually was. It was strange seeing him so uncomfortable and he wanted to tease the other for it. Alas, no words could form in Bakugou's mind. His cells twitched in agitation, buzzing and ready to enter a plane of oblivion for short moments and materialise in front of Victor. The Reaver, however, does not move so quickly. He's been to quiet as of late and isn't particularly interested in breaking his calm streak. It was nice for a change because his skin wasn't as hot as it usually was. He might still be vexed by others but the way he reacts is different...far less explosive on the tongue. He found that with his more stoic nature, his earth elementals worked better. He was a lot more in tune with his surroundings, able to notice the tremors of the ground when others walked and the individual make-up of environmental structures. With his fire abilities, walking would lead to the slight burning of plants around him when he walked. It was easy to track Bakugou from it. But now it wasn't a problem, he was able to control not only his earth elementals but his rage which in turn controlled his fire.

As Bakugou walks towards the Striker, the sand compresses beneath his paws so not to let the grains cause him to sink to his ankles. He stops on a formed platform, sitting down and looking at Victor plainly. "You look pissed for once," he says, stating the obvious before noticing the droplets of water rolling from the male's fur as residue of the frost before. "Ghosts or water elementals?"

© LEXASPERATED

The former as in the ghosts? He blinks, looking at Luciferus and wondering if he misunderstood what the ebony creature was saying. He would rather the powers over the spectral beings, finding the undead rascals to frustrate him. They liked to play pranks, sometimes moving the items in his hut or possessing his pieces of armour. They give him quite the spook and it was to his luck that no one saw his look for absolute terror. He isn't particularly sure, however, if he was pleased to hear that Victor had elementals too. It seemed that they weren't special. The elements flowed in everyone and now Bakugou had to work twice as hard to ensure no one caught up to him, to establish a lead. He just wants to feel powerful. It doesn't mean anything if everyone was the same as him, doing his best not to show his feeling of being threatened within his eyes. "I'm guessin' it only just started manifestin' too considerin' how you look," he then says. Water elementals. It means he can throw fire Victor's way if he wanted with the possibility of the sled dog being able to block it completely, knowing he won't harm him. He will keep that in mind.