10-10-2018, 08:28 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"][ ooc ] ninja'd so only changed what bakugou says lmao
After a while, it's easy to begin to notice the tremors that lined the earth, soft shaking which reverberated to his paws. He could feel the ground moving, vibrating from moving shapes. Sometimes he could sense the leaves as well, all shuffling silently and cautiously about him. It is the strangest and most unsettling feeling to him because no one else seemed to notice, no one else seemed to feel it. Furthermore, on Bakugou trip through the forest as a shortcut to the railroad, he sensed he was being watched. It was like the trees were all turning eyes on him, morphed within the cracks and hollowed chasms of old, gaping trees. They observe him through mourning and drooped faces, yet nonchalant in their very nature. It makes him uncomfortable - a figment of his paranoia, a manifestation of his underlying fears which are starting to surface. He's always been afraid of something, just never admitted it. He was perhaps among the lucky ones to not be burdened by strange voices because the only voices that swam within his frazzled mind were his own and the imaginary ones. But they were always shouted at him, sometimes his own thoughts were incoherent as if Bakugou was never supposed to use words, only feelings.
He, of course, was quickly approaching the railroad like any other pirate who heard the call. He ducked beneath branches, swerved past bushes and in no time his feet touched different soil. He was now following the tracks, wincing a little at the metallic glare from the sun. He should be used to the look of metal and light because he was always blacksmithing in his spare time, yet Bakugou had been avoiding his forge. Something didn't feel right about the way metal now felt to him. He could feel the way it morphed and moved, as if he knew the very way the atoms linked and joined. It was like he could sense the electrons, disjointed, buzzing through a complex maze. Then, like she was the proton and they were the electrons, Bakugou found he was amongst one of the gathering pirates who came to greet this stranger. Although her enemy scent was all known to them, none so far had reacted in particular towards it. He supposes Thea must have her reasons. It was easy for them to point tails and claim the girl was a spy but it was unlikely because of the obvious lingering scent. Even then, reverse psychology always existed.
Still, Bakugou has learnt after some time to play things smarter. Many times others will argue the same as him and yet they are listened to. This was likely because Bakugou's words were always heavily coated with his verbal abuse, sprinkled with foul, uncensored words. No one wants to agree with the angry ragdoll. "You a previous member there?" the Reaver asks, offering no formalities, no welcomes, no nothing. He was short, sharp and to the point with this one. He doesn't, of course, know she was exiled. In fact, he knows very little about the other groups in general. All he really knew was that the outside was the enemy...except for a small few such as The Rosebloods and whoever else they currently had a neutrality, but The Ascendants were definitely enemies. For someone to leave their group and join with their enemy only really suggested that either this Thea-girl had no attachments to the place or was looking for revenge. Well, those were along the lines of what Bakugou would do but he doubts he would ever leave The Typhoon in search of another place. He's not particularly interested in joining the likes of The Pitt or The Ascendants either.
After a while, it's easy to begin to notice the tremors that lined the earth, soft shaking which reverberated to his paws. He could feel the ground moving, vibrating from moving shapes. Sometimes he could sense the leaves as well, all shuffling silently and cautiously about him. It is the strangest and most unsettling feeling to him because no one else seemed to notice, no one else seemed to feel it. Furthermore, on Bakugou trip through the forest as a shortcut to the railroad, he sensed he was being watched. It was like the trees were all turning eyes on him, morphed within the cracks and hollowed chasms of old, gaping trees. They observe him through mourning and drooped faces, yet nonchalant in their very nature. It makes him uncomfortable - a figment of his paranoia, a manifestation of his underlying fears which are starting to surface. He's always been afraid of something, just never admitted it. He was perhaps among the lucky ones to not be burdened by strange voices because the only voices that swam within his frazzled mind were his own and the imaginary ones. But they were always shouted at him, sometimes his own thoughts were incoherent as if Bakugou was never supposed to use words, only feelings.
He, of course, was quickly approaching the railroad like any other pirate who heard the call. He ducked beneath branches, swerved past bushes and in no time his feet touched different soil. He was now following the tracks, wincing a little at the metallic glare from the sun. He should be used to the look of metal and light because he was always blacksmithing in his spare time, yet Bakugou had been avoiding his forge. Something didn't feel right about the way metal now felt to him. He could feel the way it morphed and moved, as if he knew the very way the atoms linked and joined. It was like he could sense the electrons, disjointed, buzzing through a complex maze. Then, like she was the proton and they were the electrons, Bakugou found he was amongst one of the gathering pirates who came to greet this stranger. Although her enemy scent was all known to them, none so far had reacted in particular towards it. He supposes Thea must have her reasons. It was easy for them to point tails and claim the girl was a spy but it was unlikely because of the obvious lingering scent. Even then, reverse psychology always existed.
Still, Bakugou has learnt after some time to play things smarter. Many times others will argue the same as him and yet they are listened to. This was likely because Bakugou's words were always heavily coated with his verbal abuse, sprinkled with foul, uncensored words. No one wants to agree with the angry ragdoll. "You a previous member there?" the Reaver asks, offering no formalities, no welcomes, no nothing. He was short, sharp and to the point with this one. He doesn't, of course, know she was exiled. In fact, he knows very little about the other groups in general. All he really knew was that the outside was the enemy...except for a small few such as The Rosebloods and whoever else they currently had a neutrality, but The Ascendants were definitely enemies. For someone to leave their group and join with their enemy only really suggested that either this Thea-girl had no attachments to the place or was looking for revenge. Well, those were along the lines of what Bakugou would do but he doubts he would ever leave The Typhoon in search of another place. He's not particularly interested in joining the likes of The Pitt or The Ascendants either.