Time was intangible. Like threads, it could go on forever - rolling across hills, forming mountains and taking shape. At the same time, it was water. Free flowing and taking any shape, frozen or turning to steam, drifting endlessly away. The strings of time like to tangle and unravel, clicking cogs and ticking. Sometimes it was as if time stopped, fixated for a while before speeding up again, running as if it had never halted to begin with. It's frustrating, he thinks, to know how awful time could be. Her indifferent eyes, the malicious intent to continue, to force him into her worldly game of being alive. He would have been fine left in the void, left as only a blank memory, a moving life force in the form of a comet, racing through the emptiness of space and stars. Time forced him to live again, to breathe again, to open his eyes again. His own gaze felt familiar to him, sanguine and bitter, calculating and angry. The only thing that hadn't changed was his heart, consuming everything in its path as if it were the embodiment of fire itself. Then again, he could feel it within himself. He was changing, he was becoming someone else. Even then, Bakugou still held the same immature aura as he always had. Too much excess pride, too much passion to let his anger slide.

Normally, the bells would annoy him. One ring, two rings, three rings. He would naturally want to gut whoever had done it, regardless of their intent because the metal clangs were infuriating to hear. But, at this moment in time, the sound of bells were his savior. He wanted to ignore all the recent events that had been plaguing his sleep, the unnecessary stresses that came with being one of the young Quartermasters. He didn't like having to deal with Caesar's pettiness or listen to Owen attempting to sound smart. Then again, he also didn't want to hear one of Feliks' intelligent snarks, not sure who he would rather deal with between the two fellows. He simply wanted time alone and to himself, seeing that investigating the source of ringing would be a good enough escape when he teleports towards the railroad, walking calmly to see the strangely-patterned coyote at the bell. When he came closer, he begin to notice the wings tucked at her sides and then her expression, the discomfort upon her face. "If you keep looking so anxious, someone's goin' to think you're a nasty Pittian who's come here to spy," the ragdoll comments, smoke dissipating from his lips before speaking again. "This is Typhoon - the fuck do you want here?"

He didn't think anything in particular to her shy smile, simply observing the fem's reactions when he spoke. The repetition of 'Pittian' didn't exactly phase him, though he would have to admit that he wasn't particularly sure if she was playing dumb or was genuinely unaware of the groups within their universe. He was willing to believe either of them because Bakugou himself had started off unaware of what exactly this 'Typhoon' place was. And yet, as time went on, he begun to view his situation as something abnormal. He simply suspected everyone to be holding back on secrets, suspicious in every way. Kiipcha. He didn't really care for her name. If she was joining, the male would learn it sooner or later. If she was merely visiting, there would be no need to remember anything but her appearance in the case that she would later cause troubles to stir in The Typhoon. Brother, his brain repeats. The words hold no particular weight or meaning to him other than the fact that family always seemed to be a driving force for wandering strangers to stride up to their borders, but at the mention of Luca it was clear that the Quartermaster was doing his best to stifle a snarl. "Yeah, he's...here. He recently had kids, actually. Haven't seen him around much though."

He sighs, "I'll go get that piece of shit for you." Expecting the winged coyote to wait at the border, he turns around to go find the over-dramatic demon.

[member=1517]Luca[/member]