11-08-2018, 09:56 AM
Bakugou was one who lived too much in the past - the past because it was during a time everything had been ideal, bursting with an incandescent promise, brimming with a voice that spoke of glory and purpose. The idolisation of his childhood-self shaped his personality into that of a wretched one. He was aware of his...difficult personality, his antisocial nature, but still he found himself unable to do anything about it. Life became more and more about proving his worth, giving everyone an example of his entitlement of worship and praise. Now that the limelight was all gone, all he could do now was look back, expecting the memories to give him joy but only leaving him a sense of emptiness. It was a bottomless pit refusing to be filled, swarming like a universe that had yet to be born, energy ready to be ignited. Looking back through windows of time, staring at his past decisions and actions, began to be addicting. It was by habit now that small moments could burst into flames that resembled images he did not wish to remember. Even the sensation of pain could send him back years ago, striking his thoughts like a match. He didn't want to dabble with the past and yet it always came back, a boomerang he was forced to keep.
He was rather proud of The Typhoon. Despite having joined only four months ago, his ego was boosted by the fact that the pirates were feared, untouched by outsiders who dared approach with their grubby paws. Although it was the Pittians who had the idiocy to dare try and invade the lives of their members, they were still numerous in numbers, frightening to be the enemy of. It was strange to him because it seemed like outer-worldly luck for Bakugou to have even stumbled across them, the first group he had ever known had evolved from a reluctant base to a real home. He felt at least comfortable enough in his own skin to walk about and interact with others and he felt himself to be changing, becoming someone new. Then, he knows that one day that past will no longer have to be so haunting. He finds himself becoming a force to be reckoned with, an impending strength waiting to strike. The more he trained, the more he blacksmithed, the more satisfied he was beginning to feel about himself. The only question he had left to answer was when he would be satisfied enough.
When it comes to politics, the young Quartermaster viewed himself as awful at it. Although he was capable of thinking above his emotions, being quite rational when his head was put in the right space, his rage tended to eat at any reasoning. He didn't like watching others condescend him, watching others lick at his paws to gain his favour. The only ones who received respect from Bakugou were the ones who showed themselves as worthy of it. He liked to think of it as fair but no one seemed to understand his unspoken pre-requisites. He, of course, wasn't going to point it out. They were emotions that held no words in him, a foundation that he simply knew existed within him but hadn't quite allowed form. Politics bored him, stressing him out because he knew it was easier to make enemies than allies. While being rude to his crewmates was one thing, being rude to your allies was another because they weren't going to stop and make the time to understand him, not going to pause to realise it was simply the way Bakugou acted. No, they would likely go from one-hundred to zero in a matter of seconds for his vulgar words.
He hesitated a little to follow the sound of the bell because it felt more like a warning, a scream for him not to investigate because he saw the savannah disappear towards the direction of the railway roads. Still, he found himself beginning to walk, picking up his pace because he didn't want Caesar to beat him there but also keeping quiet because he wanted to avoid being snarked at by the other male. Being Quartermaster bothered Bakugou too but the male's spite of him only made him want to keep it, hold it to flaunt at his scowl. Though, admittedly, he never thought to see the day where he would be the other's superior. He'd only ever imagined the possibility that they might be equals for a moment in time. The ragdoll heard Caesar's words before he realised he had made it to the entrance, flicking an ear curiously at the fact that he had called the stranger 'pal'. There were so many things he wanted to say, to snark at the other and ask if Caesar was still sulking over the Captain's decision to promote him. To be honest, if Bakugou had been in Caesar's shoes, he would have been extremely petty over it. He decides to hold his comments for another day, another situation, maybe once the savannah brought anything up against him or maybe when he could no longer stand the wait of seeing just how furious the other was. Their current attention was to the foreigner.
He was rather proud of The Typhoon. Despite having joined only four months ago, his ego was boosted by the fact that the pirates were feared, untouched by outsiders who dared approach with their grubby paws. Although it was the Pittians who had the idiocy to dare try and invade the lives of their members, they were still numerous in numbers, frightening to be the enemy of. It was strange to him because it seemed like outer-worldly luck for Bakugou to have even stumbled across them, the first group he had ever known had evolved from a reluctant base to a real home. He felt at least comfortable enough in his own skin to walk about and interact with others and he felt himself to be changing, becoming someone new. Then, he knows that one day that past will no longer have to be so haunting. He finds himself becoming a force to be reckoned with, an impending strength waiting to strike. The more he trained, the more he blacksmithed, the more satisfied he was beginning to feel about himself. The only question he had left to answer was when he would be satisfied enough.
When it comes to politics, the young Quartermaster viewed himself as awful at it. Although he was capable of thinking above his emotions, being quite rational when his head was put in the right space, his rage tended to eat at any reasoning. He didn't like watching others condescend him, watching others lick at his paws to gain his favour. The only ones who received respect from Bakugou were the ones who showed themselves as worthy of it. He liked to think of it as fair but no one seemed to understand his unspoken pre-requisites. He, of course, wasn't going to point it out. They were emotions that held no words in him, a foundation that he simply knew existed within him but hadn't quite allowed form. Politics bored him, stressing him out because he knew it was easier to make enemies than allies. While being rude to his crewmates was one thing, being rude to your allies was another because they weren't going to stop and make the time to understand him, not going to pause to realise it was simply the way Bakugou acted. No, they would likely go from one-hundred to zero in a matter of seconds for his vulgar words.
He hesitated a little to follow the sound of the bell because it felt more like a warning, a scream for him not to investigate because he saw the savannah disappear towards the direction of the railway roads. Still, he found himself beginning to walk, picking up his pace because he didn't want Caesar to beat him there but also keeping quiet because he wanted to avoid being snarked at by the other male. Being Quartermaster bothered Bakugou too but the male's spite of him only made him want to keep it, hold it to flaunt at his scowl. Though, admittedly, he never thought to see the day where he would be the other's superior. He'd only ever imagined the possibility that they might be equals for a moment in time. The ragdoll heard Caesar's words before he realised he had made it to the entrance, flicking an ear curiously at the fact that he had called the stranger 'pal'. There were so many things he wanted to say, to snark at the other and ask if Caesar was still sulking over the Captain's decision to promote him. To be honest, if Bakugou had been in Caesar's shoes, he would have been extremely petty over it. He decides to hold his comments for another day, another situation, maybe once the savannah brought anything up against him or maybe when he could no longer stand the wait of seeing just how furious the other was. Their current attention was to the foreigner.