10-22-2018, 02:27 AM
It would be easy for Bakugou to forget the spirit. His only reminder of Beck's presence on the island were the ghosts who were currently floating about the island, screaming and wailing at night, disturbing his sleep because they felt that they were more important than the pirates who were currently alive. He had little interactions with the boy but enough for the Reaver to decipher that he didn't like him, rather comfortable with pretending the eternal child didn't exist when he went about his business. In fact, if the ghosts ever left (hopefully by the end of October, he thinks), he would probably forget Beck completely. The ghost would no longer cling as a remnant, a fragment of light within his vast memory. There are too many things he'd want to remember, too many things he would be afraid to forget but Beck was not one of them. He was okay with losing the ghost from his mind, banishing the creature back to the chasms of nothingness within his cognitive perspective. It was his world, after all, and he wouldn't want it ruined growling and complaining over the spectre of a child.
His eyes follow the form of their Dealer, seeing her join the the semi-transparent form of Beck. It wasn't hard to remember the ghost's name, watching them quietly as he saw the creature throwing stones. The activity brought about an amusing challenge. He remembered the technique of throwing the pebbles, remembered how they needed to be flat so that they could be rebounded across the surface of water. The feeling of it between his hands... Bakugou bites the bottom of his lip, nibbling gently in frustration. Did he even remember what it was like to have hands? Toes he would wiggle whilst his feet were encased in shoes? He feels his own heart thud in discomfort, distracted that he didn't see the winged lynx approaching the two, silent as his thoughts - unknown by those around him. "He's skipping stones," the Reaver finally says, approaching the three. He was about to ask Goldenluxury if it reminded her of anything, wondering if there were any memories associated with the water but he realises it is not his place to ask. Bakugou then looks at Marco: "Know how to skip stones?"
His eyes follow the form of their Dealer, seeing her join the the semi-transparent form of Beck. It wasn't hard to remember the ghost's name, watching them quietly as he saw the creature throwing stones. The activity brought about an amusing challenge. He remembered the technique of throwing the pebbles, remembered how they needed to be flat so that they could be rebounded across the surface of water. The feeling of it between his hands... Bakugou bites the bottom of his lip, nibbling gently in frustration. Did he even remember what it was like to have hands? Toes he would wiggle whilst his feet were encased in shoes? He feels his own heart thud in discomfort, distracted that he didn't see the winged lynx approaching the two, silent as his thoughts - unknown by those around him. "He's skipping stones," the Reaver finally says, approaching the three. He was about to ask Goldenluxury if it reminded her of anything, wondering if there were any memories associated with the water but he realises it is not his place to ask. Bakugou then looks at Marco: "Know how to skip stones?"