10-21-2018, 08:05 AM
The concept of angels getting kicked out of heaven wasn't something he ever thought he could be familiar with. He always thought them to be holy things, incapable of true free will. This was how he had differentiated the humans from the angels. Humans were the ones with total reign over what they wanted, therefore inclined to sin. Angels, on the other hand, weren't exactly deserving of their own names. They held only purpose and reason, molded and created to fill whatever was needed. That being said, in neither of his two lives did he really believe in a religion or the supernatural. The idea of it all felt too surreal so perhaps angels were simply higher beings to the creatures that inhabited The Typhoon. After all, he had met several angels here and a demon. Being banished from the holy land was something he would have to accept over time. For now, however, he will take everything those angels said with a grain of salt. He was unwilling to play the role of the fool.
It wasn't difficult for him to notice some stranger walking across the sands, about to stand up and grumble as he usually did to ignorant foreigners when one of their newcomers (Marco) arrived to meet him. Bakugou approaches from behind, seemingly shadowing the two winged creatures as Marco, rather calmly, introduced The Typhoon and asked the other their purpose for being here. What followed from the foreigner's mouth was a series of words he could only guess the meaning. He didn't understand the language but from the sounds of it, he assumed the male to be saying that he didn't know English but could speak Italian or Latin. He gives a sideways glance to Victor, snorting in his own amusement at the husky's attempt at communicating. They were both at lost, knowing other languages but the ones required for this particular situation. Bakugou, after all, was fluent only in English and Japanese. It was in his name, something to be assumed of him. So far, however, his multiple dialects (consisting of a whopping two languages) wasn't helping him. He felt as dumb as a deer struck by the blare of headlights, helplessly supervising because he figured it was his job to at least ensure it went smoothly.
When Pincher's son arrived, he felt insignificant to hear the child speak in the language requested. He wasn't sure if the sounds the other made was fluent or clumsy but he knew it was better than nothing as he sat down, thinking this might take a while. As the others spoke, however, in the languages the stranger knew, he begun to feel increasingly anxious. He didn't know what they were talking about, assuming only what a few words meant such as 'mi chiamo' meaning 'my name is' or 'Fiorello' being the name of the subject who they were talking to. He tries not to frown, feeling his own skin heat up because he was annoyed that he was being left in the dark to watch this stranger interact with other pirates. He didn't like not knowing what was happening.
It wasn't difficult for him to notice some stranger walking across the sands, about to stand up and grumble as he usually did to ignorant foreigners when one of their newcomers (Marco) arrived to meet him. Bakugou approaches from behind, seemingly shadowing the two winged creatures as Marco, rather calmly, introduced The Typhoon and asked the other their purpose for being here. What followed from the foreigner's mouth was a series of words he could only guess the meaning. He didn't understand the language but from the sounds of it, he assumed the male to be saying that he didn't know English but could speak Italian or Latin. He gives a sideways glance to Victor, snorting in his own amusement at the husky's attempt at communicating. They were both at lost, knowing other languages but the ones required for this particular situation. Bakugou, after all, was fluent only in English and Japanese. It was in his name, something to be assumed of him. So far, however, his multiple dialects (consisting of a whopping two languages) wasn't helping him. He felt as dumb as a deer struck by the blare of headlights, helplessly supervising because he figured it was his job to at least ensure it went smoothly.
When Pincher's son arrived, he felt insignificant to hear the child speak in the language requested. He wasn't sure if the sounds the other made was fluent or clumsy but he knew it was better than nothing as he sat down, thinking this might take a while. As the others spoke, however, in the languages the stranger knew, he begun to feel increasingly anxious. He didn't know what they were talking about, assuming only what a few words meant such as 'mi chiamo' meaning 'my name is' or 'Fiorello' being the name of the subject who they were talking to. He tries not to frown, feeling his own skin heat up because he was annoyed that he was being left in the dark to watch this stranger interact with other pirates. He didn't like not knowing what was happening.