10-25-2018, 05:36 AM
[ ooc ] dw, you're good <33
A place to stay. Naturally, he would say no. He has always rejected the idea of visitors, hating how they were becoming a motel. It annoyed him every time he would tell a stranger to 'fuck off' only to be lectured by a more compassionate pirate, one who encouraged such visiting behaviours. It bothered him because The Typhoon was softening. They were becoming more civilised, no longer pirates. It made him feel a deep disappointment towards their island's nature. No wonder, he thinks, they've been struggling with all these injuries and captures. The Pitt was raining down on them and they hardly had any stand against it. After one raid, they were all busy healing, rejuvenating. Their numbers were thinning by the day. Perhaps the loss of their high population of black mambas was a sign of what was to come, an awful omen brimming in front of them. Even though Rosemary had returned, nothing was really looking quite the same. It all felt as if it was beginning to close in on itself. He felt as if the island was going to open and be destroyed, erasing the embarrassment they had become.
His teeth press together, the usual crisp sound of snapping air was overwhelmed by the noise of the rain. One night, only for one night. He still doesn't like it. He's waiting for Junji to butt in to the words Victor was saying. Bakugou wasn't going to defend the stranger anyway. He doesn't want to. "The problem is that she's here already," the Reaver says to the sled dog, raising his voice over the loudness of the weather. He doesn't care if Lucia catches his words but he was reluctantly explaining that they didn't really have much of a choice other than to reject her completely or give her a place to stay. There was no use in suggesting Sunhaven because it was clear that she wouldn't be able to leave the island without them physically picking her up and dropping her outside the border. "And this isn't the smartest of places to discuss membership when god's pissin' all over us." An alabaster breath leaves his body, heat quickly dispelling from the cold. He wants to tell her to fuck off but now that Victor had brought up the idea of trying to induct her into The Typhoon (quite forcefully in his opinion), he has to go along with it. Unfortunately there was a thick line between his duties as a Reaver and his feelings. "Can't we just figure these things out once we're in shelter?"
He was waiting for Junji to act on whatever of those foreign words he had said. He doesn't know the language but he can guess that the foolish soothsayer had probably offered his help already, too late for Victor to undo.
A place to stay. Naturally, he would say no. He has always rejected the idea of visitors, hating how they were becoming a motel. It annoyed him every time he would tell a stranger to 'fuck off' only to be lectured by a more compassionate pirate, one who encouraged such visiting behaviours. It bothered him because The Typhoon was softening. They were becoming more civilised, no longer pirates. It made him feel a deep disappointment towards their island's nature. No wonder, he thinks, they've been struggling with all these injuries and captures. The Pitt was raining down on them and they hardly had any stand against it. After one raid, they were all busy healing, rejuvenating. Their numbers were thinning by the day. Perhaps the loss of their high population of black mambas was a sign of what was to come, an awful omen brimming in front of them. Even though Rosemary had returned, nothing was really looking quite the same. It all felt as if it was beginning to close in on itself. He felt as if the island was going to open and be destroyed, erasing the embarrassment they had become.
His teeth press together, the usual crisp sound of snapping air was overwhelmed by the noise of the rain. One night, only for one night. He still doesn't like it. He's waiting for Junji to butt in to the words Victor was saying. Bakugou wasn't going to defend the stranger anyway. He doesn't want to. "The problem is that she's here already," the Reaver says to the sled dog, raising his voice over the loudness of the weather. He doesn't care if Lucia catches his words but he was reluctantly explaining that they didn't really have much of a choice other than to reject her completely or give her a place to stay. There was no use in suggesting Sunhaven because it was clear that she wouldn't be able to leave the island without them physically picking her up and dropping her outside the border. "And this isn't the smartest of places to discuss membership when god's pissin' all over us." An alabaster breath leaves his body, heat quickly dispelling from the cold. He wants to tell her to fuck off but now that Victor had brought up the idea of trying to induct her into The Typhoon (quite forcefully in his opinion), he has to go along with it. Unfortunately there was a thick line between his duties as a Reaver and his feelings. "Can't we just figure these things out once we're in shelter?"
He was waiting for Junji to act on whatever of those foreign words he had said. He doesn't know the language but he can guess that the foolish soothsayer had probably offered his help already, too late for Victor to undo.