11-03-2018, 06:05 AM
It was a weird sensation, an out of body experience, to be suddenly drawn back to reality. Sometimes his eyes were unable to perceive what was actually in front of him, blending and merging, lines blurring. He would be paying attention, letting his mind process everything his gaze saw, but still be surprised when the volume of the sounds around him suddenly elevated. There were moments where he wouldn't even react when dirt was flying towards him until it was too late. Only then would his reflexes kick into gear, mechanically moving him, causing his elementals to lash out in an attempt to protect him from something that could have been completely harmless. He was getting lousy, leaving his guard down but at the same time, keeping his walls high. He felt too detached to allow emotional connections to be formed, but he was more vulnerable than ever because the physical world around him didn't seem to shackle him to the ground the way it used to. He felt weightless, able to be easily drifted away into the realm of his mind, speaking to himself in various tongues. Bakugou didn't even have to think with words. All he needed was some kind of spark in his head, a feeling, and he would immediately understand what the disembodied voice of his mind was saying.
Festivals, parties, feasts. They were all social gatherings, all the same to him. He didn't like attending them because it meant he had to care for his physical appearance, it meant he was prone to being talked to by the likes of anyone. He would rather stand around and brood, maybe take a bit of food and sit down to watch everyone go about their lives like normal mortals. He thought himself different to them, finding himself unable to integrate because he never understood extroverts. Still, he appreciated the active social life of The Typhoon. It filled the place with energy, made their situation with the ghosts less dramatic even though they had been messing with them throughout the month. He surely hoped they would be gone by the start of November, wondering if they were only present in this world during Octobers. There were still a number of things Bakugou had yet to understand in this universe. It was all still very much new, despite having been a part of The Typhoon three months now. Although the idiocy of pirates couldn't surprise him much, there were still a number of things that confused him. He still, for example, doesn't understand the presence of dinosaurs in this world and why they were all so rare. Maybe this world was just a dumpster of forgotten laws and broken, fragmented physics.
For once, he isn't decorated by the remnants of burnt wood, ashes clean from his cream pelt. One would probably be unconvinced if Bakugou mentioned he had groomed himself to look semi-decent because there were a significant number of rogue strands that flicked outwards, constantly giving him an prickly appearance. Well, his fur wasn't lying. The Reaver was well known for his explosive and antisocial personality, perhaps it was a physical manifestation of how it felt to dare to interact with the ragdoll. He wouldn't know. When the male arrives at the feast, he notes the number of pirates who were already filling the vast spaces available, counting the single ally who had arrived. He didn't know her name until an NPC walked past, decorated in an assortment of jewels, whispered to him that the hellion was the leader of Sunhaven, Marina. She looks far too cozy interacting with his Captain but Bakugou feels no need to suddenly flare and become protective. He doesn't care who Pincher associated himself with so long as it meant they had a leader. They needed someone to keep their troublemakers in place, troublemakers being the likes of himself. As much as he hated that Pincher had scolded him that one time, he appreciated that it was only a warning.
Normally, the ragdoll would move straight to the food. He would fill his plate before resorting to a more isolated area, sitting down to eat while he glared at anyone who walked too close to him. He'd sit there, twiddling his own tail, almost appearing nervous if it weren't for the fact that he gave just about anybody daggers. This time, however, his attention was shifted towards Pincher's small address to the guests attending the feast. There was nothing stopping him from tuning in, not even the gentle rocks of The Tempest could distract the Reaver. Truth or Dare. He doesn't feel any interest in partaking in the game. Usually it caused more arguments and gossip than it needed. It was easier to sleep through parties than actually participate in them, Bakugou knowing that he was too introverted for his own good to participate. One glance at the food that was squelching - heck he thought he even saw one of them move - was enough to tell him that joining the game was a dare in itself. He wasn't going to join himself had it not been for the fact that no one was taking initiative to begin the game. He scrunches his nose, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Fine, he'll play.
"I'll say the first dare since no one's actually started the game," the ragdoll says, rolling his eyes. To be completely honest, he doesn't want to be here. He would be trembling in fear, concerned to say a truth or a dare, had it not been that he wanted to uphold a reputation. Bakugou's sanguine gaze drift about, finally settling his attention onto the next member to post who wants to play truth or dare and saying: "Truth or dare?" The own words felt strange for him to say. It wasn't in his nature but here he was, trying something new because he couldn't stand watching everyone so awkwardly interact with each other. Besides, he tries to convince himself, he didn't want to be stuck on raptor babysitting duty. Just looking at Masie already made him queasy, stressed that he might be forced to look after the feral fem because he was the only one not playing.
Festivals, parties, feasts. They were all social gatherings, all the same to him. He didn't like attending them because it meant he had to care for his physical appearance, it meant he was prone to being talked to by the likes of anyone. He would rather stand around and brood, maybe take a bit of food and sit down to watch everyone go about their lives like normal mortals. He thought himself different to them, finding himself unable to integrate because he never understood extroverts. Still, he appreciated the active social life of The Typhoon. It filled the place with energy, made their situation with the ghosts less dramatic even though they had been messing with them throughout the month. He surely hoped they would be gone by the start of November, wondering if they were only present in this world during Octobers. There were still a number of things Bakugou had yet to understand in this universe. It was all still very much new, despite having been a part of The Typhoon three months now. Although the idiocy of pirates couldn't surprise him much, there were still a number of things that confused him. He still, for example, doesn't understand the presence of dinosaurs in this world and why they were all so rare. Maybe this world was just a dumpster of forgotten laws and broken, fragmented physics.
For once, he isn't decorated by the remnants of burnt wood, ashes clean from his cream pelt. One would probably be unconvinced if Bakugou mentioned he had groomed himself to look semi-decent because there were a significant number of rogue strands that flicked outwards, constantly giving him an prickly appearance. Well, his fur wasn't lying. The Reaver was well known for his explosive and antisocial personality, perhaps it was a physical manifestation of how it felt to dare to interact with the ragdoll. He wouldn't know. When the male arrives at the feast, he notes the number of pirates who were already filling the vast spaces available, counting the single ally who had arrived. He didn't know her name until an NPC walked past, decorated in an assortment of jewels, whispered to him that the hellion was the leader of Sunhaven, Marina. She looks far too cozy interacting with his Captain but Bakugou feels no need to suddenly flare and become protective. He doesn't care who Pincher associated himself with so long as it meant they had a leader. They needed someone to keep their troublemakers in place, troublemakers being the likes of himself. As much as he hated that Pincher had scolded him that one time, he appreciated that it was only a warning.
Normally, the ragdoll would move straight to the food. He would fill his plate before resorting to a more isolated area, sitting down to eat while he glared at anyone who walked too close to him. He'd sit there, twiddling his own tail, almost appearing nervous if it weren't for the fact that he gave just about anybody daggers. This time, however, his attention was shifted towards Pincher's small address to the guests attending the feast. There was nothing stopping him from tuning in, not even the gentle rocks of The Tempest could distract the Reaver. Truth or Dare. He doesn't feel any interest in partaking in the game. Usually it caused more arguments and gossip than it needed. It was easier to sleep through parties than actually participate in them, Bakugou knowing that he was too introverted for his own good to participate. One glance at the food that was squelching - heck he thought he even saw one of them move - was enough to tell him that joining the game was a dare in itself. He wasn't going to join himself had it not been for the fact that no one was taking initiative to begin the game. He scrunches his nose, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Fine, he'll play.
"I'll say the first dare since no one's actually started the game," the ragdoll says, rolling his eyes. To be completely honest, he doesn't want to be here. He would be trembling in fear, concerned to say a truth or a dare, had it not been that he wanted to uphold a reputation. Bakugou's sanguine gaze drift about, finally settling his attention onto the next member to post who wants to play truth or dare and saying: "Truth or dare?" The own words felt strange for him to say. It wasn't in his nature but here he was, trying something new because he couldn't stand watching everyone so awkwardly interact with each other. Besides, he tries to convince himself, he didn't want to be stuck on raptor babysitting duty. Just looking at Masie already made him queasy, stressed that he might be forced to look after the feral fem because he was the only one not playing.
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