11-03-2018, 06:39 AM
How unfortunate it was that Bakugou, once again, was first to notice the arriving form of an ally. The experience of seeing them all so often was exhausting him. The pirates that inhabited their island was enough but, alas, their world was not as small as he wished it was. A hellbeast was not difficult to miss, sanguine eyes immediately locking onto the moving form as her figure began to clear, blurry lines sharpening as she got closer. He noticed the large basket before realising that this fem was the Sunhavener who had attended their feast, charismatic in nature with the way she so calmly interacted with their Captain. He hoped she wasn't trying to seduce him, he didn't want any distractions plaguing The Typhoon, but he supposes that the island didn't need to be so dependable on the sea god. He himself was in a position of power to make some level of decisions, ears flicking when his walking begins to animate and Bakugou lifts his pace to arrive. To be honest, he still felt like a child. He still looked at alcohol and told himself he wasn't at an age to drink, but maybe it was also because he was afraid he would get addicted. It would be like the time his teleportation was first manifesting, the pain his cells and fibres felt, the overdosing of painkillers.
The Reaver hisses slightly when he remembers the feeling, reminding himself to pay attention to what was ahead of him. It was hard not to think about the past. Memories had a way of creeping up to him, clouding his vision because they were so obtrusive, interrupting his day to day business. They plagued him and he felt unprotected, unsure how to stop himself from being so vulnerable. There was, in fact, no armour that could withhold the disturbances that lingered. A smoky breath escapes him, paws halting and looking at the woman. His sanguine eyes immediately drift towards the sweets she carried, the massive basket that had such a collection of gifts. He wonders if this was what their own envoys did, arriving with all the trash they wouldn't miss, passing them onto others. "M...Mar-Merr-Ma...arge.." he stumbles over sounds, clearly growing agitated because he had already forgotten the fem's name. It should have been an honour for The Typhoon to be visited by Sunhaven's leader, the time she had given to them, but he saw it as an opportunity to make a further fool of himself. "I'm not good with names." He was never against being honest. In fact, he liked being genuine. Lying wasn't something he was fond of witnessing, let alone doing.
Sunhaven was making a good impression of themselves, though he admits that he's rather hesitant of interacting with them. The only reason he had started to warm up to the merchants was because of the one who shared in his distaste of the raptors that populated The Typhoon. F-Fuckingham, was it? He couldn't remember, memory hazy because he didn't pay much attention to his allies when in reality, politics should have been important to him. "I'm, uh, Bakugou," the male then says, not particularly caring if the woman remembered it or not. After all, Bakugou couldn't even remember hers, why should he expect her to do the same? He finally notices the spoiled packets of hot chocolate, not quite feeling the grief because he didn't like sweets. He didn't pity her hard work being wasted but was more or less confused with why she was putting so much effort. Then again, it was Sunhaven. They had been trying to ally with them for three leaderships straight, of course they would take the opportunity to ensure it were a permanent change. "You didn't have to bring so much for us." Ah well, he's sure someone would be overjoyed. He's anticipating a pirate to come up to him and thank Marina for him, thank her because Bakugou was too awkward to have manners. It simply wasn't natural for him to be polite. He didn't even think of asking her how her journey was, or even asking if Sunhaven was fine.
The Reaver hisses slightly when he remembers the feeling, reminding himself to pay attention to what was ahead of him. It was hard not to think about the past. Memories had a way of creeping up to him, clouding his vision because they were so obtrusive, interrupting his day to day business. They plagued him and he felt unprotected, unsure how to stop himself from being so vulnerable. There was, in fact, no armour that could withhold the disturbances that lingered. A smoky breath escapes him, paws halting and looking at the woman. His sanguine eyes immediately drift towards the sweets she carried, the massive basket that had such a collection of gifts. He wonders if this was what their own envoys did, arriving with all the trash they wouldn't miss, passing them onto others. "M...Mar-Merr-Ma...arge.." he stumbles over sounds, clearly growing agitated because he had already forgotten the fem's name. It should have been an honour for The Typhoon to be visited by Sunhaven's leader, the time she had given to them, but he saw it as an opportunity to make a further fool of himself. "I'm not good with names." He was never against being honest. In fact, he liked being genuine. Lying wasn't something he was fond of witnessing, let alone doing.
Sunhaven was making a good impression of themselves, though he admits that he's rather hesitant of interacting with them. The only reason he had started to warm up to the merchants was because of the one who shared in his distaste of the raptors that populated The Typhoon. F-Fuckingham, was it? He couldn't remember, memory hazy because he didn't pay much attention to his allies when in reality, politics should have been important to him. "I'm, uh, Bakugou," the male then says, not particularly caring if the woman remembered it or not. After all, Bakugou couldn't even remember hers, why should he expect her to do the same? He finally notices the spoiled packets of hot chocolate, not quite feeling the grief because he didn't like sweets. He didn't pity her hard work being wasted but was more or less confused with why she was putting so much effort. Then again, it was Sunhaven. They had been trying to ally with them for three leaderships straight, of course they would take the opportunity to ensure it were a permanent change. "You didn't have to bring so much for us." Ah well, he's sure someone would be overjoyed. He's anticipating a pirate to come up to him and thank Marina for him, thank her because Bakugou was too awkward to have manners. It simply wasn't natural for him to be polite. He didn't even think of asking her how her journey was, or even asking if Sunhaven was fine.