© LEXASPERATED

© LEXASPERATED

"We live 'ere," a tiny voice -- especially in comparison to Lucifer's rumbling tone -- answered.  The tiny, spotted feline stepped out of the shadow of the massive dragon, pale sea-green hues curious.  Her steps seemed slow, the faintest hint of pain reflected in the smallest movements.  Her injuries were healing though, slowly but surely, and Keona had wanted to patrol today.  Put some distance between herself, her kin, and the place she'd nearly been burned; also to witness the other damage.  I should freeze the Pitt over.  See how they liked that.

Keona offered a small polite smile, not quite friendly but nowhere near cold.  Strangers were strangers after all.  And what a strange name, in this case.  The petite fae let Lucifer speak, content in silent observance as he asked the questions.

tá mé i dtiúin — ✯

If it had been Bakugou who noticed the trespasser first, he would have approached the situation more aggressively. The dragon was far more civil in these matters than he was and he could have very easily agreed that just about anyone would make a more suitable Quartermaster than Bakugou. Alas, he will trust in the Captain's decisions for now. The demigod was very stern about Caesar's revolt against the ragdoll's promotion, seemingly confident with what he had announced, so for now the male was keeping quiet. He was holding in all his emotions, keeping to himself, trying not to over stress about how unworthy he felt. He was talking more walks as of late, walking until his paws had blisters because he wanted to keep his thoughts elsewhere. He wanted his mind to flow from his head and into the trees, fly with the passing wind. It wasn't hard for his sanguine eyes to meet the black, abyssal shape of Luciferus in the distance, the feline lowering his body as he stalks closer before teleporting towards the ground. His gaze lands directly onto the stranger, the male who was currently speaking, talking about how he got here and how he wished to join.

"As long as you don't have any association with The Pitt then yeah, fine. You can join," the young Quartermaster says, flicking an ear in the male's direction. Hobbitfoot's words, sweet promises, about helping rebuild The Typhoon's tavern didn't sit well with Bakugou. He didn't like it when others took advantage of their misfortunes, didn't like it when others extended help when no one asked them to. Normally joiners would just ask to join, ally with their island's community because they were looking out for themselves. Trades and deals weren't normal. Heck, they even had visitors come to The Typhoon before who were seemingly, and annoyingly, accepted. "Ya still have to do the joining ritual though. It might make you throw up or run away insane." His eyes narrow slightly at his own words, still questioning the motives of the other feline because he didn't trust him, didn't like his easy-going personality. He wasn't used to it. His whiskers, however, suddenly twitch with newfound irritation after his mind repeated the male's words in his mind. He snarls, expression morphing into that of hostility: "The only place in ashes is the tavern which is in the heart of the island. How the fuck did you know there was a fire here? Don't tell me you fuckin' watched The Pitt enter our territory and did nothing."

"We had a bonfire not too long ago in the middle of the forest - pretty much only about a day apart from the Capricorn being burnt down. You can't always deduce it's a burning building," Bakugou states, smoke dissipating from his lips. There were also a number of fire elementalists who liked to use their abilities in The Typhoon. The Quartermaster himself did blacksmithing in his spare time. He always smelt like the awful hot metal of his hut. The male's defensive nature only furthered Bakugou's aggression and sudden distaste for the other, hating the way the male had worded his sentences. "And if ya hate the smell of burning wood, don't fuckin' complain when pirates set random buildings alight. It happens." Yes, recently Goldenluxury herself had set a building on fire and toasted marshmallows against it. Furthermore, within the first few weeks of his joining months ago, Luca had set a house into flames as well. He was simply being petty, wanting to find any excuse not to allow the other male into The Typhoon but drawing himself back. "But I'll let your 'sharp observation skills' slide. If you do anything to piss me off, though, I'll cremate you on the spot." He turns and leaves, knowing that Lucifer was far better at dealing with joiners in a civil manner. With his recent drama with Caesar and the Pittian fire, the Quartermaster was simply too on edge to trust anyone so easily.

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