10-03-2018, 07:28 AM
[ ooc ] retro to coma
The reason why his body had been hurting like a bitch was because of teleportation. Fucking teleportation. His spirit, unaccustomed to the laws of this world, was unable to take it that every cell of his body took weeks of trying to develop and allow such an ability to exist within him, initially innate and waiting for the right moment to appear. If he thinks hard enough, he can wince at the sting of pain, reminiscent of the infinite moments he had felt. He wanted it to end and now it had. Teleportation. He wonders if it is a side effect left over from his old combustion abilities. After all, he was able to be rather mobile in the air and quick in combat. When the ragdoll had left to practice his skills, teleporting (albeit rather clumsily) back and forth, the reaver felt a sense of clarity. He was able to move with more agility and he felt nostalgic again, sentimental and longing for the past again. It was a feeling that frequently liked to stick against his fur, pressing and matting itself to his skin. But at the same time, the same sense of uncertainty came back to him. Had someone owned this body before his spirit had been forcefully ejected into this world? Perhaps this power was for them, not him. Perhaps it was why his body had reacted so negatively towards him, as if the initial owner were slowly creeping back out.
An airhead. The sight of a clueless airhead snaps the male back into focus. He catches the figure of the catshark, not particularly astonished by the hybrid's appearance. This is the third catshark he's ever seen though they tend to disappear, perhaps running or chasing their tails back into the ocean. He wonders if they can breathe underwater or if the tail is just there for effect but Bakugou doesn't plan on asking. But, as Bakugou walks towards the trespasser, he sees her break into a sprint. "OI," the reaver roars in her direction, furrowing his brows. Oh he's annoyed now, unaware the girl is chasing after birds when he teleports in front of her. His mind is running quickly, sorting through all the words in his mind and considering what was most suitable to say. He was tempted to say something such as 'stop, you've violated the law' but he knows trespassing is apparently not too much of a big deal when the trespasser was an idiot who had no sense of boundaries. Before the male opens his mouth to speak, he hears the sound of birds, finally noting that the girl had probably been chasing after something. After all, Bakugou had diagnosed the girl as an airhead when first seeing her. "This is Typhoon territory, ya can't just run around chasin' after birds without permission or I'll fuckin' barbecue you. Now what do you want, ya have business? If not then turn your sorry ass around and get the fuck off this island."
The reason why his body had been hurting like a bitch was because of teleportation. Fucking teleportation. His spirit, unaccustomed to the laws of this world, was unable to take it that every cell of his body took weeks of trying to develop and allow such an ability to exist within him, initially innate and waiting for the right moment to appear. If he thinks hard enough, he can wince at the sting of pain, reminiscent of the infinite moments he had felt. He wanted it to end and now it had. Teleportation. He wonders if it is a side effect left over from his old combustion abilities. After all, he was able to be rather mobile in the air and quick in combat. When the ragdoll had left to practice his skills, teleporting (albeit rather clumsily) back and forth, the reaver felt a sense of clarity. He was able to move with more agility and he felt nostalgic again, sentimental and longing for the past again. It was a feeling that frequently liked to stick against his fur, pressing and matting itself to his skin. But at the same time, the same sense of uncertainty came back to him. Had someone owned this body before his spirit had been forcefully ejected into this world? Perhaps this power was for them, not him. Perhaps it was why his body had reacted so negatively towards him, as if the initial owner were slowly creeping back out.
An airhead. The sight of a clueless airhead snaps the male back into focus. He catches the figure of the catshark, not particularly astonished by the hybrid's appearance. This is the third catshark he's ever seen though they tend to disappear, perhaps running or chasing their tails back into the ocean. He wonders if they can breathe underwater or if the tail is just there for effect but Bakugou doesn't plan on asking. But, as Bakugou walks towards the trespasser, he sees her break into a sprint. "OI," the reaver roars in her direction, furrowing his brows. Oh he's annoyed now, unaware the girl is chasing after birds when he teleports in front of her. His mind is running quickly, sorting through all the words in his mind and considering what was most suitable to say. He was tempted to say something such as 'stop, you've violated the law' but he knows trespassing is apparently not too much of a big deal when the trespasser was an idiot who had no sense of boundaries. Before the male opens his mouth to speak, he hears the sound of birds, finally noting that the girl had probably been chasing after something. After all, Bakugou had diagnosed the girl as an airhead when first seeing her. "This is Typhoon territory, ya can't just run around chasin' after birds without permission or I'll fuckin' barbecue you. Now what do you want, ya have business? If not then turn your sorry ass around and get the fuck off this island."