11-10-2018, 06:31 AM
Time was intangible. Like threads, it could go on forever - rolling across hills, forming mountains and taking shape. At the same time, it was water. Free flowing and taking any shape, frozen or turning to steam, drifting endlessly away. The strings of time like to tangle and unravel, clicking cogs and ticking. Sometimes it was as if time stopped, fixated for a while before speeding up again, running as if it had never halted to begin with. It's frustrating, he thinks, to know how awful time could be. Her indifferent eyes, the malicious intent to continue, to force him into her worldly game of being alive. He would have been fine left in the void, left as only a blank memory, a moving life force in the form of a comet, racing through the emptiness of space and stars. Time forced him to live again, to breathe again, to open his eyes again. His own gaze felt familiar to him, sanguine and bitter, calculating and angry. The only thing that hadn't changed was his heart, consuming everything in its path as if it were the embodiment of fire itself. Then again, he could feel it within himself. He was changing, he was becoming someone else. Even then, Bakugou still held the same immature aura as he always had. Too much excess pride, too much passion to let his anger slide.
Normally, the bells would annoy him. One ring, two rings, three rings. He would naturally want to gut whoever had done it, regardless of their intent because the metal clangs were infuriating to hear. But, at this moment in time, the sound of bells were his savior. He wanted to ignore all the recent events that had been plaguing his sleep, the unnecessary stresses that came with being one of the young Quartermasters. He didn't like having to deal with Caesar's pettiness or listen to Owen attempting to sound smart. Then again, he also didn't want to hear one of Feliks' intelligent snarks, not sure who he would rather deal with between the two fellows. He simply wanted time alone and to himself, seeing that investigating the source of ringing would be a good enough escape when he teleports towards the railroad, walking calmly to see the strangely-patterned coyote at the bell. When he came closer, he begin to notice the wings tucked at her sides and then her expression, the discomfort upon her face. "If you keep looking so anxious, someone's goin' to think you're a nasty Pittian who's come here to spy," the ragdoll comments, smoke dissipating from his lips before speaking again. "This is Typhoon - the fuck do you want here?"
Normally, the bells would annoy him. One ring, two rings, three rings. He would naturally want to gut whoever had done it, regardless of their intent because the metal clangs were infuriating to hear. But, at this moment in time, the sound of bells were his savior. He wanted to ignore all the recent events that had been plaguing his sleep, the unnecessary stresses that came with being one of the young Quartermasters. He didn't like having to deal with Caesar's pettiness or listen to Owen attempting to sound smart. Then again, he also didn't want to hear one of Feliks' intelligent snarks, not sure who he would rather deal with between the two fellows. He simply wanted time alone and to himself, seeing that investigating the source of ringing would be a good enough escape when he teleports towards the railroad, walking calmly to see the strangely-patterned coyote at the bell. When he came closer, he begin to notice the wings tucked at her sides and then her expression, the discomfort upon her face. "If you keep looking so anxious, someone's goin' to think you're a nasty Pittian who's come here to spy," the ragdoll comments, smoke dissipating from his lips before speaking again. "This is Typhoon - the fuck do you want here?"