08-09-2018, 07:06 AM
He's never heard of the Calypso Carnival and he doesn't particularly care much for it. However, when it comes to free food and learning the ropes around The Typhoon and their traditions, Bakugou doesn't mind going over to take a sneak peak. After all, it was nearing the end and as most events go, the last one was almost always made to be the most memorable. And so, the brutish ragdoll appears in his bandage-galore, flicking his gaze back and forth like a mischievous serpent. He sniffs the air to note the array of food, unswayed by the compelling aroma which wafted scents with beckoning, ghostly hands. Lanterns and wishes. The one he wrote for himself would be quite obvious to most. As he hasn't shared his secret of having lived another life and was now determined to set up a new one after days of sulking, he wished for glory. The writing was big, bold and the colour of sanguine. Deep and brooding but also radiating an air of victory when he pulls it, dragging his lantern by a rope between his sharp teeth. Whilst he walks his eyes land on the decorations, noticing the twinkling of fairy lights which illuminated the grandeur of the place. His all-seeing orbs slant, his furrowed brows creasing his furry face at the meticulous work before him. There were so many intricate little details, weaved by a keen eye that Bakugou was reminded of his own perfectionist nature.
To put it simply, he isn't a perfectionist in presentation. No, he paid far more attention to the nature of his combat, how it felt to cut crisply through the air. As of this moment he is still developing his moves, mastering his fire elementals and trying to shift his movements the same way his body used to drive and direct in his other life. Unfortunately, he will have to adjust what his mind knows. His brain understands how to kick and move swiftly through the wind but his body, still unaccustomed to and annoyingly new, could not land the same combination of attacks. He will have to learn new ways and such a thing frustrates him as he exhales a puff of smoke and releases his lantern into the sky. His eyes then follow Pincher's mused statement and with a raised head, watches the sails as they steer the ship.
To put it simply, he isn't a perfectionist in presentation. No, he paid far more attention to the nature of his combat, how it felt to cut crisply through the air. As of this moment he is still developing his moves, mastering his fire elementals and trying to shift his movements the same way his body used to drive and direct in his other life. Unfortunately, he will have to adjust what his mind knows. His brain understands how to kick and move swiftly through the wind but his body, still unaccustomed to and annoyingly new, could not land the same combination of attacks. He will have to learn new ways and such a thing frustrates him as he exhales a puff of smoke and releases his lantern into the sky. His eyes then follow Pincher's mused statement and with a raised head, watches the sails as they steer the ship.