11-02-2018, 08:11 AM
He didn't recognise the canine at first. He thought he was another one of those joiners, ready to curse at himself because it meant he was falling behind again. He doesn't like the idea of missing out on the news. Although he wasn't the most welcoming pirate around, the Reaver liked to keep on top of everything as if it were a competition - it was his main way of self-motivation. He was ready to stride towards the other wolf and demand the other's name, expecting the creature to reply while also expecting some horrid crewmate attempt to lecture him afterwards as he rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue. Had Feliks chosen to stay a wolf, he would have been deeply embarrassed. To his luck, the Striker had returned to his old griffon form, eyes observing the way bones began to grow and protrude from the smaller canine form. It looked painful and he tried not to hiss when he imagined what it must have felt like. When his teleportation was first manifesting, it felt as if all his cells were tearing themselves open, flipping inside-out, arguing and unable with where they were placed in the body. Now he can only imagine just how searingly awful it would feel to shapeshift because sometimes the pain of his powers manifesting appeared as remnants, lingering within his body from time to time. He dares not shudder, particularly when the male didn't express any wince of pain.
The Reaver didn't have anything to say about Luciferus' question but he sure as hell had something to snark about at Caesar, flicking his tail through the air when he hears the Officer's attempt at teasing the griffon. Smoke rises in the air. "Hopin' you'd see a unicorn, Pissfur?" The male, after all, had said magical. It was a strange way of asking for something exotic and, to Bakugou, he thought it was a rather childish way of going about things. Pissfur. He didn't realise how much of a habit it had become for Bakugou to say the vulgar nickname, the word simply rolling off his tongue. One day, Caesar will probably strangle him for it. He was his superior and Bakugou lacked respect for authority himself. It made him just as hypocritical as Caesar considering the time he had told Owen to fuck off because he held the power in his rank. Regardless, he tosses his head towards Feliks, returning his attention towards the other's new shapeshifting ability. He didn't really have anything nice to say when his maw opened once more: "Your wolf form looks like a corpse."
The Reaver didn't have anything to say about Luciferus' question but he sure as hell had something to snark about at Caesar, flicking his tail through the air when he hears the Officer's attempt at teasing the griffon. Smoke rises in the air. "Hopin' you'd see a unicorn, Pissfur?" The male, after all, had said magical. It was a strange way of asking for something exotic and, to Bakugou, he thought it was a rather childish way of going about things. Pissfur. He didn't realise how much of a habit it had become for Bakugou to say the vulgar nickname, the word simply rolling off his tongue. One day, Caesar will probably strangle him for it. He was his superior and Bakugou lacked respect for authority himself. It made him just as hypocritical as Caesar considering the time he had told Owen to fuck off because he held the power in his rank. Regardless, he tosses his head towards Feliks, returning his attention towards the other's new shapeshifting ability. He didn't really have anything nice to say when his maw opened once more: "Your wolf form looks like a corpse."