08-31-2018, 11:32 PM
There were two types of pirates that intimidated Bakugou - the ones who meant business the moment you set your eyes upon them, and the ones who didn't appear intimidating at all. The first one was difficult to come across. Many times has he seen a frightening specimen only to realise they were harmless, hardly anything to worry about. Perhaps it was just his expectations for the sea-dwelling creatures: to appear horrific and be horrific, to live up to what they radiated so genuinely. Bakugou hates liars. He can't stand those who couldn't deliver on their promises, their pledges. It's probably why they hated him so much at UA. He was overconfident, snarky and far too self-absorbed in his own ambitions. The worst part of it was that he delivered, powered by a burning ambition that made others uncomfortable and angry.
The second type of pirate, however, made Bakugou most unsettled. They were the ones who were easy to underestimate, the ones you'd subconsciously let your guard down around. For that reason, the ragdoll never dared to truly assume someone to be weak until he observed their capabilities, weighed their potentials. Personally, Bakugou believes that everyone has the potential to be evil, but not everyone had the potential to be a genuine good person. They were inbred to be selfish, to respond to how things made them feel. Essentially they were all following what made them happy. If helping others was their salvation, then they continued to do so because of that emotion, brimming at the seams. There was a level of selfishness in everything - nothing was done unless there was some kind of gain. The more he lets himself ponder on such, the more he begins to dislike the world and its motives. How could he have called himself a hero if he couldn't even trust the world? They always told him he'd make a better villain.
Deception. The very idea of tricking the eyes of unsuspecting victims wasn't something he liked to think about. Anyone was a walking vessel, imprinting some kind of impression that may not be true at all. Those with sight only saw what others wanted them to see, those with ears only heard what others wanted them to hear. It makes him realise exactly why he can't believe in anything or anyone. The emotions which bubble inside him are only alive in him and not even he understands everything he feels and longs for. Even Bakugou finds his own mind playing tricks on him. Sometimes he'd wake up and forget he no longer has hands or feet, no pointed nose but an entire muzzle obscuring his view. It makes him feel dazed, as if his human life had all been a dream. Confusion isn't a particularly fun emotion after all, and this was the emotion which possessed him at this very moment.
Confusion. Even the word sounds as if it doesn't know its own purpose. He doesn't understand why there is a little girl at the beach with her eyes covered. He feels uneasy. Maybe he is struck by a sense of deja vu, as if he's seen her before and knew exactly why there is a bandanna which wraps along her head. Ornaments decorate the child, nothing bizarre but still accenting a sense of spirit, a pirate's ghost. The privateer scrunches his nose, approaching Keona in his own bewilderment, unsure as to why she is sitting there with fabric covering her eyes. A sick prank? Perhaps someone told the girl that there was a surprise waiting for her, to cover her eyes until someone came only to leave her alone...just sitting there. He doesn't want to look like he cares but frankly, he feels that he has to look out for her because it is his job. He isn't doing this out of a desire to be a good person, but simply because he felt he had to. "Why do you have a bandanna on y'face?"
The second type of pirate, however, made Bakugou most unsettled. They were the ones who were easy to underestimate, the ones you'd subconsciously let your guard down around. For that reason, the ragdoll never dared to truly assume someone to be weak until he observed their capabilities, weighed their potentials. Personally, Bakugou believes that everyone has the potential to be evil, but not everyone had the potential to be a genuine good person. They were inbred to be selfish, to respond to how things made them feel. Essentially they were all following what made them happy. If helping others was their salvation, then they continued to do so because of that emotion, brimming at the seams. There was a level of selfishness in everything - nothing was done unless there was some kind of gain. The more he lets himself ponder on such, the more he begins to dislike the world and its motives. How could he have called himself a hero if he couldn't even trust the world? They always told him he'd make a better villain.
Deception. The very idea of tricking the eyes of unsuspecting victims wasn't something he liked to think about. Anyone was a walking vessel, imprinting some kind of impression that may not be true at all. Those with sight only saw what others wanted them to see, those with ears only heard what others wanted them to hear. It makes him realise exactly why he can't believe in anything or anyone. The emotions which bubble inside him are only alive in him and not even he understands everything he feels and longs for. Even Bakugou finds his own mind playing tricks on him. Sometimes he'd wake up and forget he no longer has hands or feet, no pointed nose but an entire muzzle obscuring his view. It makes him feel dazed, as if his human life had all been a dream. Confusion isn't a particularly fun emotion after all, and this was the emotion which possessed him at this very moment.
Confusion. Even the word sounds as if it doesn't know its own purpose. He doesn't understand why there is a little girl at the beach with her eyes covered. He feels uneasy. Maybe he is struck by a sense of deja vu, as if he's seen her before and knew exactly why there is a bandanna which wraps along her head. Ornaments decorate the child, nothing bizarre but still accenting a sense of spirit, a pirate's ghost. The privateer scrunches his nose, approaching Keona in his own bewilderment, unsure as to why she is sitting there with fabric covering her eyes. A sick prank? Perhaps someone told the girl that there was a surprise waiting for her, to cover her eyes until someone came only to leave her alone...just sitting there. He doesn't want to look like he cares but frankly, he feels that he has to look out for her because it is his job. He isn't doing this out of a desire to be a good person, but simply because he felt he had to. "Why do you have a bandanna on y'face?"