09-15-2018, 10:47 PM
There are many reasons for creatures to appear along the tracks or shoes of The Typhoon. Sometimes it is intentional, shown by the way they so naively ring the bell and trigger the usual vexation of many crewmates. He's never understood the point of that second bell, the one that triggered the ebony-scaled reptiles to rise and launch at whoever irritated them. It was a test of idiocy but even Bakugou has come to an understanding that many animals in this world simply harboured a shit tonne of dumb luck. Another reason for appearing on the island was to be running. Many cowards found themselves in their rainforest or beach, bleeding or starving - looking like a beast that has dragged itself out of hell. They were the ones who brought Bakugou dilemmas and discomfort. If it were up to him, he would leave them but The Typhoon consists more of simply Bakugou's opinions. They were a collection of many minds and souls, all with a different set of morals and beliefs. Most of their values and attitudes clashed with the reaver so, more often than not, the male finds himself acting out of character for the sake of convenience.
The ragdoll himself had been lost when he joined The Typhoon. He was lost in more ways than one. Lost because he found himself traversing an unknown universe, lost because his mind was always brooding about elsewhere, lost because he had literally lost everything he once stood for. This is how he feels when he sees a small figure laying in the sand, staring pitifully into the ocean. There's a beauty to the loneliness that envelops her image, a beauty that leads to a sense of sentiment and hopelessness. Surely the reaver can relate to this, the sadness that entraps his mind into confines that stung to try and escape from. But the male is unable to focus on others. He's caught up in his own pains and tiresome problems. To be honest, he's gotten used to this constant chaos that imparts itself upon his body. The feeling of his atoms and neurons raging war against each other has become normalised within his mind, but he can't so it doesn't hurt like a bitch.
"Oi, what are you doin' 'ere?" the reaver calls out, approaching the child with little enthusiasm. His walking is stiff and rigid, as if the male were wrapped in bandage after bandage between his limbs. His eyes lay fixated on the girl for a moment, trying to examine her features for any injuries and wondering if the canine's state can leave him any cues as to why she is here. All he senses is an aura of fear. It radiates towards him like a moth toward a lantern, fluttering and clouding his vision. She looks...tired, but Bakugou refuses to give in to the feeling of sympathy.
The ragdoll himself had been lost when he joined The Typhoon. He was lost in more ways than one. Lost because he found himself traversing an unknown universe, lost because his mind was always brooding about elsewhere, lost because he had literally lost everything he once stood for. This is how he feels when he sees a small figure laying in the sand, staring pitifully into the ocean. There's a beauty to the loneliness that envelops her image, a beauty that leads to a sense of sentiment and hopelessness. Surely the reaver can relate to this, the sadness that entraps his mind into confines that stung to try and escape from. But the male is unable to focus on others. He's caught up in his own pains and tiresome problems. To be honest, he's gotten used to this constant chaos that imparts itself upon his body. The feeling of his atoms and neurons raging war against each other has become normalised within his mind, but he can't so it doesn't hurt like a bitch.
"Oi, what are you doin' 'ere?" the reaver calls out, approaching the child with little enthusiasm. His walking is stiff and rigid, as if the male were wrapped in bandage after bandage between his limbs. His eyes lay fixated on the girl for a moment, trying to examine her features for any injuries and wondering if the canine's state can leave him any cues as to why she is here. All he senses is an aura of fear. It radiates towards him like a moth toward a lantern, fluttering and clouding his vision. She looks...tired, but Bakugou refuses to give in to the feeling of sympathy.