09-01-2018, 04:03 AM
At first, Bakugou thought there was a ridiculous amount of healers at bay. The knowledge spread from tongue tongue as though it were common knowledge. Although a fighter, the ragdoll truthfully wants to learn herbology and alchemy. He would love to understand what it meant to heal, to regenerate the creatures breathing around him. The idea of it made him feel like a god: a judge of life and death, a being capable of giving and taking. Lately, however, Bakugou's begun to recognise a trending dwindle in The Typhoon's supply of ready medics - or sages and soothsayers, to be precise. He wonders if the job was simply too stressful or if something drastic had happened in the black mamba division. Whatever it was, Bakugou was curious to know but was frankly too uncommitted in his desires to dare asking around what was happening. He supposes that whatever the reason was, it was none of his business. The Captain would likely address this if it were anything to be concerned about...or perhaps even one of the Soothsayers would seek more sages. Maybe the influx was to prepare for such a high loss, so that in the end there could be a gain.
He may not have the best hearing in the world but Bakugou isn't deaf to the sound of Silus' cracking call, his voice seeming to ache against the strangulation of the air around it. 'What not to touch'. He doesn't question it for long when the sage adds that it will be a lesson on venoms, flicking an ear when he decides to approach the early formings of what will become a group of pirates, waiting and listening to Silus' words. It's not something he is particularly interested in considering he's always thought it should be obvious what to touch and what not to touch, but he attends anyway in the case that this universe followed some insanely stupid law he hadn't been aware about. Bakugou sits down quietly, choosing not to greet Silus, Cleo or even the snake, Eshe, because he thought it would be a waste of time anyway. This wasn't a befriending session, just a lecture of some sorts that he wanted over and done with.
He may not have the best hearing in the world but Bakugou isn't deaf to the sound of Silus' cracking call, his voice seeming to ache against the strangulation of the air around it. 'What not to touch'. He doesn't question it for long when the sage adds that it will be a lesson on venoms, flicking an ear when he decides to approach the early formings of what will become a group of pirates, waiting and listening to Silus' words. It's not something he is particularly interested in considering he's always thought it should be obvious what to touch and what not to touch, but he attends anyway in the case that this universe followed some insanely stupid law he hadn't been aware about. Bakugou sits down quietly, choosing not to greet Silus, Cleo or even the snake, Eshe, because he thought it would be a waste of time anyway. This wasn't a befriending session, just a lecture of some sorts that he wanted over and done with.