10-15-2018, 12:58 AM
Powers are something Bakugou has always known. The idea of losing them felt as if it were to lose his identity. It was a part of him that he intensely prided himself over. Some people, he believes, were just born to do great things. He's always thought himself to be one of them - gifted. Annoyingly enough, his mother thought of his skills to be frustrating when it came to his personality. He simply couldn't help his greatness. But, of course, there are other things to focus on when he rolls his eyes at the merchant's response to his question. No shit. It was obvious that she was here to talk, but his point was to ask what her business here was for. Of course, it would be easy to argue against Bakugou and tell him to abide to the usual words others said: name and business. He hates conforming to such norms. What lame and boring person made it so that everyone had to ask for the other's name and business? Yes, it makes things easier, but it sounded like a drag to hear over and over again. Besides, he gives little shit about asking for the others name. He will likely forget it so he may as well not waste his ears hearing them say it. At the same time, asking for another's business just felt...wrong to him. He's not a particularly formal tom.
His whiskers twitch irritably as the stranger speaks, talking about how she found politics a bore. He would agree with her to some degree but personally he'd call politics a pain in the ass. "The Captain will come if he wants to come but high positions should be enough to hear you out," the Reaver says, flicking an ear when he listens quietly to Venus' proposal of a medic society to Junji. This was more or less the angel's decision. He's never really allowed himself a say when it came to healing and medicine. The black mambas were like an untouchable guild, a group he'd never really question unless he was flustered enough to ignore the invisible barriers. "A medic society? As in you guys want to work together and share information or somethin' like that?" This was something he could actually wrap his head around. He was worried for a moment that the fem had arrived to talk about some plague sweeping over Sunhaven that they needed medics to help. They already had so little. He wasn't going to let Junji or Sil go for the life of him.
"Well, Junji, that's your call. I won't butt in." He would otherwise approve to the proposal, seeing as information was valuable and even better when free, but Bakugou was not a medic. He felt as if he didn't have a say despite being perfectly allowed to approve of the medic society.
His whiskers twitch irritably as the stranger speaks, talking about how she found politics a bore. He would agree with her to some degree but personally he'd call politics a pain in the ass. "The Captain will come if he wants to come but high positions should be enough to hear you out," the Reaver says, flicking an ear when he listens quietly to Venus' proposal of a medic society to Junji. This was more or less the angel's decision. He's never really allowed himself a say when it came to healing and medicine. The black mambas were like an untouchable guild, a group he'd never really question unless he was flustered enough to ignore the invisible barriers. "A medic society? As in you guys want to work together and share information or somethin' like that?" This was something he could actually wrap his head around. He was worried for a moment that the fem had arrived to talk about some plague sweeping over Sunhaven that they needed medics to help. They already had so little. He wasn't going to let Junji or Sil go for the life of him.
"Well, Junji, that's your call. I won't butt in." He would otherwise approve to the proposal, seeing as information was valuable and even better when free, but Bakugou was not a medic. He felt as if he didn't have a say despite being perfectly allowed to approve of the medic society.