09-28-2018, 12:58 AM
Bakugou himself had been lost when he first arrived to The Typhoon. He too recognised a scent marker but, contrasting to his usual hotheaded personality, the male had stopped and sat down rather patiently. He had a scowl on his face, was made fun of it, but regardless he had joined with little qualms or problems. Birdhead had been there too without the accompaniment of his shadow. It was strange being an animal but sooner or later, Bakugou had gotten used to it. He used to think patrolling about their many islands would be a hazardous part of their day to day lives but the male had soon grown to enjoy it. He walked about along the edges of the beach, peering at the ocean and the state of the world that breathed and stretched about him. A reaver. Weeks ago Bakugou had been promoted to the rank of reaver, one rank just below Goldenluxury, Caesar and Junji. The concept is strange to him, climbing the ranks as though he were a popular figure. No one particularly liked him nor was he as old as the rest, but still he noted that Caesar was generally unliked while Goldenluxury was younger than he was. Just like that, his rank of reaver wasn't anything to be particularly astonished about.
It was then that he heard the natural call of a feline, echoing along the landscape. No bell. He notes that it hasn't come from the train tracks, the usual place that induced any pirate into a bad mood. In his own joining, Bakugou himself hadn't found the bells either. He was just lost, wandering about until someone found him. This time, however, it was not Bakugou who came to greet the strange, disembodied voice. It would be Luciferus' large and intimidating form that first lands eyes upon the girl, greeting her with a superior nonchalance. Bakugou snorts, appearing shortly after Victor who gives the fem a polite greeting. Bakugou doesn't do manners. He sees little point in acting his part in being hospitable if it will be dropped the moment she joins. He may as well be honest with her, sitting down and flicking his sanguine eyes towards his fellow reaver. "Pirates," he corrects the male's attempt to glorify their immoral lifestyle, "It's much shorter to say we're pirates." He scrunches his nose, scanning the van from top to bottom. His eyes observe the bandanna around her neck, remembering it was not uncommon for animals to wear accessories. Bakugou himself was decorated with various bone necklaces around his neck.
His fire-coated tail crackles behind him when he sits down. Lucifer and Victor were far more civilised than Bakugou was. He has a knack for exploding any kind of situation and it all depended on the foreigner who was greeted by his usual snide. Should they respond equally as toxic as Bakugou, the ragdoll would probably explode in ferocity. Of course, this usually led to some banter and lectures towards the reavers, concerned members all snarling at him for giving them a bad image. Pah. He was only being truthful. "Well if she's lost then the exit's that-a-way," Bakugou adds, twitching an ear. He looks at her again, the unnamed fem, "Do you have any other business here other than needin' to know where you are? If not: leave, disappear, perish." Oh and trust him, he was being rather polite about it.
It was then that he heard the natural call of a feline, echoing along the landscape. No bell. He notes that it hasn't come from the train tracks, the usual place that induced any pirate into a bad mood. In his own joining, Bakugou himself hadn't found the bells either. He was just lost, wandering about until someone found him. This time, however, it was not Bakugou who came to greet the strange, disembodied voice. It would be Luciferus' large and intimidating form that first lands eyes upon the girl, greeting her with a superior nonchalance. Bakugou snorts, appearing shortly after Victor who gives the fem a polite greeting. Bakugou doesn't do manners. He sees little point in acting his part in being hospitable if it will be dropped the moment she joins. He may as well be honest with her, sitting down and flicking his sanguine eyes towards his fellow reaver. "Pirates," he corrects the male's attempt to glorify their immoral lifestyle, "It's much shorter to say we're pirates." He scrunches his nose, scanning the van from top to bottom. His eyes observe the bandanna around her neck, remembering it was not uncommon for animals to wear accessories. Bakugou himself was decorated with various bone necklaces around his neck.
His fire-coated tail crackles behind him when he sits down. Lucifer and Victor were far more civilised than Bakugou was. He has a knack for exploding any kind of situation and it all depended on the foreigner who was greeted by his usual snide. Should they respond equally as toxic as Bakugou, the ragdoll would probably explode in ferocity. Of course, this usually led to some banter and lectures towards the reavers, concerned members all snarling at him for giving them a bad image. Pah. He was only being truthful. "Well if she's lost then the exit's that-a-way," Bakugou adds, twitching an ear. He looks at her again, the unnamed fem, "Do you have any other business here other than needin' to know where you are? If not: leave, disappear, perish." Oh and trust him, he was being rather polite about it.