11-03-2018, 01:50 AM
It wasn't an impulse decision to leave for training. He knew The Typhoon was weakening him. He was letting himself become soft, vulnerable to the emotions of others. His independence had always hardened him. He just wanted to feel like himself again: calculating, rude, ambitious. It was strange to think that he enjoyed being the bully but it made him feel unstoppable and powerful, it made him feel as if nothing could get to him. When Bakugou had left, the first thing he did was find a volcano. It was a weird decision, as if he were planning on throwing himself into it, but he was determined to master his abilities. Using both earth and fire tired him out but he came to a realisation that lava required the total control of both. He wasn't too stressed about training his body. He was well toned and defined from his usual activities around The Typhoon. The Reaver was confident in his raw strength, the speed that fluttered through his pelt the moment he launched from the toes of his paws. It was his powers he was concerned about. He was always going beyond his limit, always finding himself sickened by the nauseous pain that circled his body. Hurling the contents of his stomach was something he knew too well.
The molten rock proved difficult for him to control at first. He found that he was able to only barely manipulate earth and fire separately but when it came to the two elements merged together, it was a completely different mindset that he required. He was used to fire being an intangible body, earth as grainy particles that formed something hard, but to work with something near liquid proved to be challenging. It made him wonder if that was what it felt like to manipulate water, wonder if mastering air would be easy if the earth ever gave him the chance, wonder how it felt to wield lightning. It was easy to push such thoughts away, focusing on his strength, allowing the sensations to spread through his muscles as his eyes focused on the lava. Words didn't have to exist, only instinct. Simply moving the molten rock was a challenge for his own endurance. Often he found himself already at his limit for merely raising a collected bowl but over the days he worked on his stamina, eventually able to master some degree of it. As attractive as it sounded, he knows he wouldn't be able to control the flow of a volcano no matter how hard he tried. It would be impossible.
The ragdoll, despite his tendency to prefer going solo, didn't plan on being gone for too long. He doesn't want to let another tragedy settle in The Typhoon, another issue arise when he could have been there to stop it. Once again, he found himself walking. He felt satisfied with his days of training, the full concentration and time he had to focus only on himself. It felt refreshing when he arrived to The Typhoon, not bothering to wait at the border because he hadn't been gone for long. He was about to walk into the Bay, raise his head and tell everyone that he was back but found himself immediately withdrawing himself, instead deciding to sit down and watch pirates walk past. So far it seems like no one had even noticed he was gone so why should he bother announcing his return?
The molten rock proved difficult for him to control at first. He found that he was able to only barely manipulate earth and fire separately but when it came to the two elements merged together, it was a completely different mindset that he required. He was used to fire being an intangible body, earth as grainy particles that formed something hard, but to work with something near liquid proved to be challenging. It made him wonder if that was what it felt like to manipulate water, wonder if mastering air would be easy if the earth ever gave him the chance, wonder how it felt to wield lightning. It was easy to push such thoughts away, focusing on his strength, allowing the sensations to spread through his muscles as his eyes focused on the lava. Words didn't have to exist, only instinct. Simply moving the molten rock was a challenge for his own endurance. Often he found himself already at his limit for merely raising a collected bowl but over the days he worked on his stamina, eventually able to master some degree of it. As attractive as it sounded, he knows he wouldn't be able to control the flow of a volcano no matter how hard he tried. It would be impossible.
The ragdoll, despite his tendency to prefer going solo, didn't plan on being gone for too long. He doesn't want to let another tragedy settle in The Typhoon, another issue arise when he could have been there to stop it. Once again, he found himself walking. He felt satisfied with his days of training, the full concentration and time he had to focus only on himself. It felt refreshing when he arrived to The Typhoon, not bothering to wait at the border because he hadn't been gone for long. He was about to walk into the Bay, raise his head and tell everyone that he was back but found himself immediately withdrawing himself, instead deciding to sit down and watch pirates walk past. So far it seems like no one had even noticed he was gone so why should he bother announcing his return?
