10-21-2018, 08:48 AM
Luciferus - he's an Officer now. Seeing the dragon, black scales and all, is a constant and dark reminder of his coma. He hates remembering those bitter details, the abyssal creature's brother. Bakugou only bites the bottom of his lip, holding himself back from any look of annoyance when the ancient male turns to look for Junji himself. Although he should have appreciated the other for making his life easier, he felt uneasy in the pit of his stomach. He didn't want to feel settled with this, eyes eventually returning to the young girl's form when she begins to speak again. Old scars. But the words that left her tongue were stressed, likely weakened by exhaustion. If he tried to get her to move to a safer place, maybe situate her in a house to get better, he would likely be too rough. He has never been known as gentle, far too aggressive with everything he did. As he looked at the dry injuries upon the catsune's body, he briefly wonders if the angel was able to remove them with some sort of herbal remedy. Medicine has never made sense to him. The idea that plants or different combinations could have healing qualities was delving into the realm of mystics and imagination.
Her squeal made his ears fold back on instinct, Bakugou wincing at the pitch of her voice. He wasn't expecting such strength from her vocals. He looks back, twitching his whiskers when he observes Lucifer's shadow, realising just how intimidating the reptilian beast was to frightful strangers. She begins to babble more words now, asking where she was and clearly in a state of panic. "He won't... he won't hurt you," Bakugou murmurs, beginning to feel pressure on his temples as he tried to think up words, "I won't let him. Promise." The Reaver releases an uneasy, hot breath, claws digging into the soil beneath him because he wasn't good at comfort. It felt too foreign and, to his own ears, sounded rather fake. Although his intention was good, hearing his own voice say such words made him angry. He doesn't usually say these things so although he was telling the truth, being rather genuine, he still felt artificial. Thankfully, to his rescue, was Goldenluxury. She had always been the reassuring type, the one everyone wanted to take good care of because she was so giving. The ragdoll, seeing that the bengal was probably doing a better job, takes a step back.
He notices Owen, fur prickling upwards when he tosses a threatening glare at the 10 foot dinosaur. Considering her reaction to Lucifer, he doubts she would take Owen's form as well either. He was sure, however, that the indominous rex wouldn't come any closer. After all, with his head lied down, it seemed like he was maintaining his distance on purpose. Bakugou knows that if the stranger looked too much to one side, she would clearly notice him for Owen stuck out like a white moth over ashes. The ragdoll moves to the other side of the girl, swishing his fire-coated tail and tilting his head slightly. He was lost in thought, feeling himself swallow his pride when he sits down. The foreigner is curled up into a ball, stressed. Bakugou doesn't feel any pity for her, unable to muster any empathy for a stranger but he summons a blue ball of flame, a colour that took him a while to master. "Hey - uh, what's your favourite thing?" He hovers it close by, careful not to let it burn too strongly. It was warm...for now. He manipulates the blue fire to manifest into several forms - a bird, a shark, a frog, a few types of flowers. He even stopped to let the crackling images form a waterfall. All he wants to do is calm her down and distract the girl. There were too many big beasts in The Typhoon for words to make meaning.
Her squeal made his ears fold back on instinct, Bakugou wincing at the pitch of her voice. He wasn't expecting such strength from her vocals. He looks back, twitching his whiskers when he observes Lucifer's shadow, realising just how intimidating the reptilian beast was to frightful strangers. She begins to babble more words now, asking where she was and clearly in a state of panic. "He won't... he won't hurt you," Bakugou murmurs, beginning to feel pressure on his temples as he tried to think up words, "I won't let him. Promise." The Reaver releases an uneasy, hot breath, claws digging into the soil beneath him because he wasn't good at comfort. It felt too foreign and, to his own ears, sounded rather fake. Although his intention was good, hearing his own voice say such words made him angry. He doesn't usually say these things so although he was telling the truth, being rather genuine, he still felt artificial. Thankfully, to his rescue, was Goldenluxury. She had always been the reassuring type, the one everyone wanted to take good care of because she was so giving. The ragdoll, seeing that the bengal was probably doing a better job, takes a step back.
He notices Owen, fur prickling upwards when he tosses a threatening glare at the 10 foot dinosaur. Considering her reaction to Lucifer, he doubts she would take Owen's form as well either. He was sure, however, that the indominous rex wouldn't come any closer. After all, with his head lied down, it seemed like he was maintaining his distance on purpose. Bakugou knows that if the stranger looked too much to one side, she would clearly notice him for Owen stuck out like a white moth over ashes. The ragdoll moves to the other side of the girl, swishing his fire-coated tail and tilting his head slightly. He was lost in thought, feeling himself swallow his pride when he sits down. The foreigner is curled up into a ball, stressed. Bakugou doesn't feel any pity for her, unable to muster any empathy for a stranger but he summons a blue ball of flame, a colour that took him a while to master. "Hey - uh, what's your favourite thing?" He hovers it close by, careful not to let it burn too strongly. It was warm...for now. He manipulates the blue fire to manifest into several forms - a bird, a shark, a frog, a few types of flowers. He even stopped to let the crackling images form a waterfall. All he wants to do is calm her down and distract the girl. There were too many big beasts in The Typhoon for words to make meaning.