08-24-2018, 10:25 PM
His history here had been short when Bakugou celebrated his first month in this world. It was quiet because everyone seemed to be too busy to realise it'd been four weeks since he had joined, already climbing the ranks like a suicidal squirrel. The universe was changing him. He could feel the way her cold, indifferent hues would look down on him, reaching with spectral hands to try and rid of all his faults and ugly aspects. He's never really paid attention to how he's acted among others. Just like the stranger, he wasn't particularly good at mingling well in a team. He was too independent, always shouting orders and telling others to move aside. It was as if his mind was zoomed in onto himself and himself only, absorbed and only trusting in his own strength because he's never wanted to leave faith in others. Even when he had been captured by the League of Villains, he continued to live in a twinge of doubt that he would have to find a way to escape for himself as he feared that the heroes would be too late. It was insulting to his very name to have to be saved, especially during that incident he became disgustingly infamous for.
The smell struck him - a putrid metallic scent: blood. Like a hound he raises his head, nostrils flaring to pinpoint the source of where it must have come from. His sanguine gaze was almost on fire when he, possessed by initiative, began to move. His feet launches off the ground, the weight of gravity failing to hold him back as he soon recognises the murmurs and sounds of Typhooners. One of them he recognised to be Snare, calling out for help before his ear flicked suspiciously at the foreign words which echoed agony. The only problem with those foreign words was that Bakugou understood them. He knew exactly what the creature was crying. Now he was curious, genuinely wishing to come to their aid to see what had happened. Bakugou scrunches his nose at the sight. Although Rosemary was present, he notices another one of Pincher and Jacob's spawn. He doesn't know the child's name yet but he knows it is yet another being he must somehow appeal to out of fear of being inconvenienced by the Captain.
Still, his head moves almost mechanically when he hears the stranger speak to Rosemary, ignoring their earlier words. He hates flirting and anything related to it, desperately hoping that the soothsayer wouldn't return the purr. "Nihongo...?" The words had left his mouth before he had time to realise it, dispersing to all ears in its rawest form. Bakugou briefly shakes his head. It is not the time for him to ask unnecessary questions. It's very much possible the words just happened to be, well, a coincidence. As tempted as he is to continue testing out the nameless creature, he forcefully avoids it. "Uh, sure - welcome, I guess." It felt like his mind was a ping-pong match because he could almost feel the neurons lighting all throughout the convolutions of his brain. Des, right. This is the topic he must go on. "Like the nickname to Desperado?"
The smell struck him - a putrid metallic scent: blood. Like a hound he raises his head, nostrils flaring to pinpoint the source of where it must have come from. His sanguine gaze was almost on fire when he, possessed by initiative, began to move. His feet launches off the ground, the weight of gravity failing to hold him back as he soon recognises the murmurs and sounds of Typhooners. One of them he recognised to be Snare, calling out for help before his ear flicked suspiciously at the foreign words which echoed agony. The only problem with those foreign words was that Bakugou understood them. He knew exactly what the creature was crying. Now he was curious, genuinely wishing to come to their aid to see what had happened. Bakugou scrunches his nose at the sight. Although Rosemary was present, he notices another one of Pincher and Jacob's spawn. He doesn't know the child's name yet but he knows it is yet another being he must somehow appeal to out of fear of being inconvenienced by the Captain.
Still, his head moves almost mechanically when he hears the stranger speak to Rosemary, ignoring their earlier words. He hates flirting and anything related to it, desperately hoping that the soothsayer wouldn't return the purr. "Nihongo...?" The words had left his mouth before he had time to realise it, dispersing to all ears in its rawest form. Bakugou briefly shakes his head. It is not the time for him to ask unnecessary questions. It's very much possible the words just happened to be, well, a coincidence. As tempted as he is to continue testing out the nameless creature, he forcefully avoids it. "Uh, sure - welcome, I guess." It felt like his mind was a ping-pong match because he could almost feel the neurons lighting all throughout the convolutions of his brain. Des, right. This is the topic he must go on. "Like the nickname to Desperado?"