11-07-2018, 06:20 PM
When it came to the ghosts that had temporarily invaded The Typhoon, he hadn’t exactly seen them manifest into anything. He had seen bones being carried about or books possessed but no familiar faces or figures could be seen by the Quartermaster and Bakugou thought it was best it stayed that way. He remembered the day the undead first arrived, the damage and harassment they had caused. The worst part of it was the fact that he decided to go outside in the first place, only to find himself overusing his powers and on the verge of coughing up his internal organs because all the pain. His body was screaming. His teleportation was spastic, glitching back and forth so rapidly and quickly that the sensations had returned, the feeling of his cells being torn open, inverting and imploding. Then there was his fire, causing his organs to feel as though they were all burning up, as if he might die from the inside because the flames were raging. They couldn’t be controlled, only an after-effect of having over-extended himself trying to help… - his brows furrow. He realizes he has forgotten exactly who he had tried to save. He guessed it didn’t really matter.
The point was, he didn’t expect to see the form of a spectre over the ocean, unable to hear what they were saying but definitely noticing that Keona was responding to the spirit in return. He saw the way she approached, the ragdoll eyeing the situation carefully, not wishing to start either because he was beginning to see ghosts as malevolent forces, worse than demons. And yet the scene in front of him turned out to be a sad one, full of sentiment when he heard her speak in their foreign language, sometimes shifting momentarily to English before returning, the young deputy finally drawing his eyes to the fact that she had received a glass bottle. Inside, there appeared to be some parchment. He assumed it was a message, wondering if it was a ghost giving a prophecy of the future or an ancestor of Keona who wanted to depart a part of itself to her. He notices Luciferus’ quiet stance, noticing that he too was watching over the blind child before noticing Caesar appear and disappear. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been lucky enough to catch the look of fear spread over the Head Officer’s features.
”Who the fuck did you just talk to?” the ragdoll asks upon approaching her, not holding back on his vulgar tongue. Truthfully, if he wanted to be a good role model considering his rank, he shouldn’t be swearing around every kid he met. It was, well, an unbreakable habit at this point. He couldn’t stop himself if he tried.
The point was, he didn’t expect to see the form of a spectre over the ocean, unable to hear what they were saying but definitely noticing that Keona was responding to the spirit in return. He saw the way she approached, the ragdoll eyeing the situation carefully, not wishing to start either because he was beginning to see ghosts as malevolent forces, worse than demons. And yet the scene in front of him turned out to be a sad one, full of sentiment when he heard her speak in their foreign language, sometimes shifting momentarily to English before returning, the young deputy finally drawing his eyes to the fact that she had received a glass bottle. Inside, there appeared to be some parchment. He assumed it was a message, wondering if it was a ghost giving a prophecy of the future or an ancestor of Keona who wanted to depart a part of itself to her. He notices Luciferus’ quiet stance, noticing that he too was watching over the blind child before noticing Caesar appear and disappear. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been lucky enough to catch the look of fear spread over the Head Officer’s features.
”Who the fuck did you just talk to?” the ragdoll asks upon approaching her, not holding back on his vulgar tongue. Truthfully, if he wanted to be a good role model considering his rank, he shouldn’t be swearing around every kid he met. It was, well, an unbreakable habit at this point. He couldn’t stop himself if he tried.