10-25-2018, 12:22 AM
[ ooc ] ninja'd but didn't really affect baku's contribution so i've kept it the way it was
He wasn't aware there was still pirates left over in The Pitt when he had returned, their residue smell clinging to the furs of the returning members. Truthfully, he could hardly tell them apart because he was awful at names and facing others properly. He never took the time to look at the individual features planted on their face. He could mistake a black cat with the name of a white cat, a white cat with the name of a black cat. His memory was perhaps yet another reason as to why he wasn't well liked within The Typhoon. He's butchered the names of others before, insulted his fellow pirates because it was easier to remember. Bakugou was no more than a bully - a bully who was easy to return the favour to because he made it way too easy. He was just an vulnerable as the exhaustion which plagued Keona, the blood that stuck to Seamus' skin. His eyes hover coldly over the faeries, no words escaping his dry lips. He was still in the midst of cooling off after the events with Guru, feelings were still swarming within him like a tornado of fire. For that reason, Bakugou was hesitant to approach. He maintained enough of a distance that his metallic scent was clouded by the thicker smell of blood, dry but deep.
He noticed the sound of cracking and falling trees before he realised that moments before the tiny raptor had been screeching, not even realising the that Masie had been there in the first place. Bakugou wasn't focusing. He was letting himself be way too tunnel-visioned, fixated on the murmuring thoughts in his head over what was in front of him. It was dangerous to let himself be like that. Right now, he feels more paranoid than ever. Someone could want him dead and he wouldn't be listening, wouldn't be listening for the heavy step of paws or hooves, lightly snapping twigs as an assassin comes right behind him. His fur rises at the thought, feeling constantly threatened. He gives himself a few deep breaths, finally approaching the scene after Owen had left after their soothsayer. The ragdoll was in no mood to deal with a grumpy raptor trainer, uninterested in his squabbles. Sanguine eyes sweep across the wounds that decorated Seamus. He realises the blind girl was injured too, ribs caved in because they had been broken, shattered. "When was the last time they ate?" he asks, thinking further ahead in future. "Just so I can get them somethin' to eat after Junji treats 'em."
He wasn't aware there was still pirates left over in The Pitt when he had returned, their residue smell clinging to the furs of the returning members. Truthfully, he could hardly tell them apart because he was awful at names and facing others properly. He never took the time to look at the individual features planted on their face. He could mistake a black cat with the name of a white cat, a white cat with the name of a black cat. His memory was perhaps yet another reason as to why he wasn't well liked within The Typhoon. He's butchered the names of others before, insulted his fellow pirates because it was easier to remember. Bakugou was no more than a bully - a bully who was easy to return the favour to because he made it way too easy. He was just an vulnerable as the exhaustion which plagued Keona, the blood that stuck to Seamus' skin. His eyes hover coldly over the faeries, no words escaping his dry lips. He was still in the midst of cooling off after the events with Guru, feelings were still swarming within him like a tornado of fire. For that reason, Bakugou was hesitant to approach. He maintained enough of a distance that his metallic scent was clouded by the thicker smell of blood, dry but deep.
He noticed the sound of cracking and falling trees before he realised that moments before the tiny raptor had been screeching, not even realising the that Masie had been there in the first place. Bakugou wasn't focusing. He was letting himself be way too tunnel-visioned, fixated on the murmuring thoughts in his head over what was in front of him. It was dangerous to let himself be like that. Right now, he feels more paranoid than ever. Someone could want him dead and he wouldn't be listening, wouldn't be listening for the heavy step of paws or hooves, lightly snapping twigs as an assassin comes right behind him. His fur rises at the thought, feeling constantly threatened. He gives himself a few deep breaths, finally approaching the scene after Owen had left after their soothsayer. The ragdoll was in no mood to deal with a grumpy raptor trainer, uninterested in his squabbles. Sanguine eyes sweep across the wounds that decorated Seamus. He realises the blind girl was injured too, ribs caved in because they had been broken, shattered. "When was the last time they ate?" he asks, thinking further ahead in future. "Just so I can get them somethin' to eat after Junji treats 'em."