11-03-2018, 02:56 AM
Pirates. They are pirates. No mercy, no rules. Morals always sat within the sea of grey, swimming and blending - nothing was right and nothing was wrong. They are pirates. Stealing was part of their culture, pillaging and setting fire to homes was in their nature. Sometimes deaths just had to happen. Pirates, his mind repeats again and again: they are pirates. Bakugou had always had a violent nature. He was aggressive with his words, threatening because he couldn't control his impulses, the anger which fueled his fire. He said things that shouldn't be said. He told others to die, the vanish or save themselves. All he wanted to do was fight, let the adrenaline take over, the excitement run wild. And yet, strangely enough, he still didn't know how to feel about captures. His emotions told him that they were acceptable, he was bitter and angry, he wanted revenge against the dull Pittians for having messed with them in the first place. Even if they hadn't done anything, he wanted them all to perish for having an association with the group in the first place, turning a blind eye to what was happening. But at the same time, his conscience, the part of him who wanted to be a force of good, knew that it only made them as bad as The Pitt. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. It made so much and so little sense at the same time that his brain simply felt detached by the situation when he saw Feliks dragging a poor captive into The Typhoon.
Go back to your cabins. His heart skipped a beat. He felt his own body was splitting into three, all confused about how to feel, conflicting and contrasting with one another. His heart was antithetical to his conscience, his brain didn't want one bit of the drama going on inside. Somehow, Bakugou forced himself to stay. The Reaver took a seat, ashes rising into the air as his fur rustled against the wind. He puts a paw over his nose, making a fanning motion as his lips curled into a nasty smile. "How do you stand the smell?" he snarks, tail curling behind him. His sanguine eyes scan the creature with a burning gaze, hot enough that it was chilling when a wave of nonchalance spread across his features. He felt indifferent, both his emotions and feelings subsiding because they had exhausted themselves, leaving his mind to let himself calm down and assess the feline's form. "Well, Feliks, entertain me." He was waiting for the captured male to yelp something weak, perhaps cry that they were innocent, or try to convince them that they weren't bothered with pain at all. If it was the second, Bakugou wondered who would be the first to lose their patience and beat the other without any restraints.
Go back to your cabins. His heart skipped a beat. He felt his own body was splitting into three, all confused about how to feel, conflicting and contrasting with one another. His heart was antithetical to his conscience, his brain didn't want one bit of the drama going on inside. Somehow, Bakugou forced himself to stay. The Reaver took a seat, ashes rising into the air as his fur rustled against the wind. He puts a paw over his nose, making a fanning motion as his lips curled into a nasty smile. "How do you stand the smell?" he snarks, tail curling behind him. His sanguine eyes scan the creature with a burning gaze, hot enough that it was chilling when a wave of nonchalance spread across his features. He felt indifferent, both his emotions and feelings subsiding because they had exhausted themselves, leaving his mind to let himself calm down and assess the feline's form. "Well, Feliks, entertain me." He was waiting for the captured male to yelp something weak, perhaps cry that they were innocent, or try to convince them that they weren't bothered with pain at all. If it was the second, Bakugou wondered who would be the first to lose their patience and beat the other without any restraints.