10-11-2018, 08:27 AM
Today, Bakugou wasn't patrolling. No, there were plenty of other faces to do so. All he was interested in for now was these strange powers that continued to intrigue him when he was training. He could feel the ground murmur beneath him, trees watching him through unknowable eyes. It felt like an invasion of privacy but the pirates had told him stories of how he was defeated atrociously by a beast and then the earth swallowed him whole, leaving him to regenerate within the depths of darkness and thorny embrace of branches galore. He decided to go climbing, scale the highest tree he could find - pulling and heaving his body upwards as his claws linked into the bark, allowing the male to grasp before sitting at the top of a branch and sighing. It's nice to be alone, to not be bombarded by others. Even when he's on the ground, taking a walk on his own, the Reaver is always bound to notice someone blocking his line of view, tainting his perspective with their wasteful presence.
He doesn't know what instinct tells him to look up but Bakugou looks up, blinking his sanguine hues when he realises there is a figure up ahead in the sky - too big to be a mere bird, too small to be another one of those dragons. And yet his heart sinks for a moment when he realises he's begun walking, sinks even more when he knows he should have fallen to the ground. Bakugou looks immediately to his feet, expecting cartoon physics to suddenly apply where he will plummet to his death because he has no wings to stop him from falling, no air elementals to soften the speed of his fall. There are branches beneath his paws, finally realising the rough texture of the tree. It hadn't been there before, had it? He moves his other paw forward, bringing it to air, daring a branch to appear as if he were trying to see if he was crazy. A branch couldn't have just moved to stop him from falling, could it? Nothing happens. He must have imagined it, furrowing his brows in annoyance, the irritation of the moment breaking his initial calmness as he climbs back down to go address to the stranger.
He is the first one here, quickly assessing the angel to note the other male was a lynx with wings. "Graceful," he utters aloud but there's no particular emotion underlying his words, no reveal of the cycling thoughts within his mind. Perhaps it is because he has no opinions towards the feline. He's still fixated on his own matters, unable to move on from the events that had led to his twelve-day-coma. "Ya wings stopped workin' on ya or somethin'? Well the exit for non-fliers is that-a-way," the Reaver says, half-heartedly pointing towards the edge of the island with a paw. "But, of course, our spineless residents are gonna throw a fit at me for shooin' ya off so quickly." Although it always seems like Bakugou never learns, he does pay attention to the words of others. Apparently they were some kind of bloody motel, a traveler haven, because always someone will say something along the lines of 'I'm lost' and the appropriate answer was evidently not to point them in the right direction but to give them a room and hot dinner. Despite his bitterness towards him, the Reaver has at least noted not to simply tell the foreigner to GTFO. [b]"This is The Typhoon, welcome or don't feel welcomed - I don't care. The fuck do you want here?"
He doesn't know what instinct tells him to look up but Bakugou looks up, blinking his sanguine hues when he realises there is a figure up ahead in the sky - too big to be a mere bird, too small to be another one of those dragons. And yet his heart sinks for a moment when he realises he's begun walking, sinks even more when he knows he should have fallen to the ground. Bakugou looks immediately to his feet, expecting cartoon physics to suddenly apply where he will plummet to his death because he has no wings to stop him from falling, no air elementals to soften the speed of his fall. There are branches beneath his paws, finally realising the rough texture of the tree. It hadn't been there before, had it? He moves his other paw forward, bringing it to air, daring a branch to appear as if he were trying to see if he was crazy. A branch couldn't have just moved to stop him from falling, could it? Nothing happens. He must have imagined it, furrowing his brows in annoyance, the irritation of the moment breaking his initial calmness as he climbs back down to go address to the stranger.
He is the first one here, quickly assessing the angel to note the other male was a lynx with wings. "Graceful," he utters aloud but there's no particular emotion underlying his words, no reveal of the cycling thoughts within his mind. Perhaps it is because he has no opinions towards the feline. He's still fixated on his own matters, unable to move on from the events that had led to his twelve-day-coma. "Ya wings stopped workin' on ya or somethin'? Well the exit for non-fliers is that-a-way," the Reaver says, half-heartedly pointing towards the edge of the island with a paw. "But, of course, our spineless residents are gonna throw a fit at me for shooin' ya off so quickly." Although it always seems like Bakugou never learns, he does pay attention to the words of others. Apparently they were some kind of bloody motel, a traveler haven, because always someone will say something along the lines of 'I'm lost' and the appropriate answer was evidently not to point them in the right direction but to give them a room and hot dinner. Despite his bitterness towards him, the Reaver has at least noted not to simply tell the foreigner to GTFO. [b]"This is The Typhoon, welcome or don't feel welcomed - I don't care. The fuck do you want here?"