10-24-2018, 05:32 AM
He'd never thought much of the Rosebloods. He viewed them as expendable. Proud things that they could use in battle, extras to be mauled within the heat of war. He remembers once participating in a raid, joining in because The Pitt were picking them off, but since then he never heard much from them. It was easy for him to forget they even existed and he felt them more to be neutrals. Regardless, they were their allies and he remembers seeing the lion once or twice during his time in The Typhoon. It doesn't sway the thoughts that run through his mind when he comes across a white paper. He saw the bird as it flew off, the elegance of the avian reminding him of the many pets that seemed to fly about within the confines of the island. As he comes closer, words begin to materialise into his vision. He sees the fancy text but rips the page off before reading it quietly. Halloween. He knows he won't go because he dislikes parties, preferring to brood by himself within his hut, bathing in all his antisocial glory. However, he also knows there are members who breathed for those sorts of social interactions.
Bakugou, taking it as his responsibility, brings the note with him. He walks quietly to the Barracuda Bay, knowing it was where most of their population happened to be, always concentrated with the forms of pirates. Strangely enough, he first struggles to try and get everyone's attention. He hesitates, realising he wasn't sure how he felt about simply announcing his presence and the invitation. Does he even care? It would have been easier to have left that note on the border, waited for someone else to catch the blur of white in the distance. The Reaver sighs. He's brought it this far already. It would have been a waste of his time. "Yo drunkards and idiots," Bakugou calls out, waving the paper in the air, "Rosebloods invited us to some Halloween gatherin'. There's food and drinks and go if you want - I don't fuckin' care. If you want more information, then read the rest yaself." He drops the invitation note to the ground before swiveling around and returning to his business, uninterested in holding the post as 'invitation boy' for too long.
Bakugou, taking it as his responsibility, brings the note with him. He walks quietly to the Barracuda Bay, knowing it was where most of their population happened to be, always concentrated with the forms of pirates. Strangely enough, he first struggles to try and get everyone's attention. He hesitates, realising he wasn't sure how he felt about simply announcing his presence and the invitation. Does he even care? It would have been easier to have left that note on the border, waited for someone else to catch the blur of white in the distance. The Reaver sighs. He's brought it this far already. It would have been a waste of his time. "Yo drunkards and idiots," Bakugou calls out, waving the paper in the air, "Rosebloods invited us to some Halloween gatherin'. There's food and drinks and go if you want - I don't fuckin' care. If you want more information, then read the rest yaself." He drops the invitation note to the ground before swiveling around and returning to his business, uninterested in holding the post as 'invitation boy' for too long.