10-20-2018, 09:59 AM
Walking. Always walking. His own strides remind him of the shifting hands of a clock, twisting and turning from a centrepiece. There is a purpose to it but he wonders if the mechanical device even knew what it was. Life was absurd. They were all walking in circles, not knowing what future lied ahead of them, not realizing their truest potentials and reason for being within this world. Eternity lives with each of them. His own walk was a reminder of his insignificance. He feels small looking out into the sky, tired and heavy. Time was mosaic. It was fluid and ever changing, unsatisfied in one form, refusing to be contained no matter the jar or bottle. Somehow, he feels okay with this. To accept that time would never stand still was perhaps the most reassuring thing anyone could tell him. The world, after all, was a place that he felt too lonely in. It was nice having company but his company never seemed to stay. It wavers more than time, uncertain with frequent flickering realities. To rely on others would leave him loud and void of any knowing.
Somehow he notices CC's moving across the ground before he recognised the stench of blood. Maybe it was because he had only recently stopped to take a break from his blacksmithing. The smell of burnt metal sticking to his fur was similar to the smell of the red liquid but there was a quality about blood that differed to Bakugou's own, rather unique, smell. The Reaver quietly follows to hear the child speaking in a tongue almost inaudible, ears straining. It isn't, however, difficult to decipher or guess what the feline was saying to the other. His eyes finally land onto the pitiful and injured form of the catsune, recognising just how frail she appeared as if she had been mauled by the ocean. His sanguine gaze checks around him, nose sniffing for any offender but unable to pick up anything but the bloody smell and the saltiness of the ocean. His ears lean forward, Bakugou clicking his tongue in annoyance and concern. He doesn't know CC so is hesitant to ask the child to go fetch a medic. Perhaps, he realises, he can use his earth elementals to lift part of the ground beneath the stranger and bring her to Junji. That way he will not disturb her too much.
"Uh..hey," he finds himself saying, suddenly questioning his own motives. He knows he could leave this fem out here and alone, leave her to bleed out or freeze to death. He continues to convince himself that the reason he is doing this is because he's a hero, because he would never hear the end of it if he chose to look the other way. He doesn't even know how much earth he can carry, not even sure how heavy the girl is. "Hang in there?" He feels insensitive not knowing what to say but he knows it's useless talking to her. All he needs to ensure was that the catsune stayed conscious, awake. He looks to CC: "Do you know who Junji is? Think you can fetch him and tell him someone's injured? Or maybe you can find your 'ma' and tell her to find him. He has big feathery wings." He doesn't know the extent of CC's knowledge, unsure if the child would even understand him considering how little she said around him. Hopefully there was no language gap or difficulties, the male trying to speak as slowly as possible along with trying to make it as easy as he could. To be completely honest, this was already frustrating him.
[ ooc ] oof rushed
Somehow he notices CC's moving across the ground before he recognised the stench of blood. Maybe it was because he had only recently stopped to take a break from his blacksmithing. The smell of burnt metal sticking to his fur was similar to the smell of the red liquid but there was a quality about blood that differed to Bakugou's own, rather unique, smell. The Reaver quietly follows to hear the child speaking in a tongue almost inaudible, ears straining. It isn't, however, difficult to decipher or guess what the feline was saying to the other. His eyes finally land onto the pitiful and injured form of the catsune, recognising just how frail she appeared as if she had been mauled by the ocean. His sanguine gaze checks around him, nose sniffing for any offender but unable to pick up anything but the bloody smell and the saltiness of the ocean. His ears lean forward, Bakugou clicking his tongue in annoyance and concern. He doesn't know CC so is hesitant to ask the child to go fetch a medic. Perhaps, he realises, he can use his earth elementals to lift part of the ground beneath the stranger and bring her to Junji. That way he will not disturb her too much.
"Uh..hey," he finds himself saying, suddenly questioning his own motives. He knows he could leave this fem out here and alone, leave her to bleed out or freeze to death. He continues to convince himself that the reason he is doing this is because he's a hero, because he would never hear the end of it if he chose to look the other way. He doesn't even know how much earth he can carry, not even sure how heavy the girl is. "Hang in there?" He feels insensitive not knowing what to say but he knows it's useless talking to her. All he needs to ensure was that the catsune stayed conscious, awake. He looks to CC: "Do you know who Junji is? Think you can fetch him and tell him someone's injured? Or maybe you can find your 'ma' and tell her to find him. He has big feathery wings." He doesn't know the extent of CC's knowledge, unsure if the child would even understand him considering how little she said around him. Hopefully there was no language gap or difficulties, the male trying to speak as slowly as possible along with trying to make it as easy as he could. To be completely honest, this was already frustrating him.
[ ooc ] oof rushed