11-10-2018, 08:42 AM
When Caesar speaks again, his eyes are locked onto his form with the intent to silence him, to sink his claws into his flesh and turn those words into screams. Then again, he wondered if pain even phased him, wondering if the male were too proud to let the hurt cause him to whimper beyond repair. The devil. He had a feeling that there were certainly members who thought the savannah to be like that of the devil, an embodiment of hell, impatient in his very being. Anger enshrouds him. He's blinded in a fit of hatred, embitterment, entangled with Satan's breath. He can't help but snort at Caesar's expectation to be treated with respect. Although Bakugou was rude to his own crewmates, he never stopped to expect respect or manners in return towards him. He knew what his foul language would reap to him, he knew that when the time came to it, everyone would leave him to die. Then again, with the current unfolding events, he was beginning to wonder if they would remember him, remember him when he falls in battle to be consumed by the mass of fighting bodies, filled with murderous intent. It made him want to cry thinking of the number of pirates who were so willing to justify Pincher's decision.
He says nothing at Caesar's rant, none of his words holding any true weight. He doubted the demon would be able to make them stronger. No, he would only make them revolt, he could cause discord to their hierarchy and peace. There had to be a balance and it existed under the leadership of the Captain - the Captain who would always be irreplaceable. At the words of 'more connected', he rolls his eyes, only reaffirming to him that the Head Officer was blinded by his sense of self-worth. While Bakugou had too little, Caesar had too much. Funnily enough, Caesar's rage was doing the opposite of what the other might have wanted. It was actually making Bakugou want to keep his position as Quartermaster in a petty return of his insults, biting his tongue at the demon's claim that they were cowards who couldn't voice his opinion. He was spitting nonsense at this point. He clearly knew nothing about the ones around him. Feliks, for example, was more than willing to pick a bone with the leader when the time came to it. Bakugou as well had spoken out a number of times in situations where he shouldn't have. To say that Caesar was the only one with 'the balls to say shit' only proved the demon was too caught up in tooting his own horn to pay attention. The only one who looked like an salvageable fool at this point was Caesar.
Fight me. The words resonated within him, echoing throughout the chasms of his mind, beating against his chest. While he didn't have to power to give his rank to Caesar, knowing that it was up to the Captain whether to allow the demon to become second-in-command, Bakugou wasn't going to get the proposition slide. He lived for the sensation of battle, hated the idea of rejecting it because he would appear a coward. Bakugou was no coward and he had his own ego to appease, lips curled in a return snarl to the Head Officer. "I will," the young Quartermaster replies on instinct, ears pressed against his cranium in his own aggression. Suddenly what had been dead energy was replaced with his own anger, his own newfound strength to prove himself. He didn't care about the possibility of losing, being heavily injured from the battle, but he did care about the fact that his strength had been challenged. His strength was the only thing that held onto his self-esteem, let him live. He will win, he thinks. Losing was not an option for the ragdoll. If he lost, what worth did he have left? "But you'll be sulking at the end of it like some bitch's petty little girl."
He says nothing at Caesar's rant, none of his words holding any true weight. He doubted the demon would be able to make them stronger. No, he would only make them revolt, he could cause discord to their hierarchy and peace. There had to be a balance and it existed under the leadership of the Captain - the Captain who would always be irreplaceable. At the words of 'more connected', he rolls his eyes, only reaffirming to him that the Head Officer was blinded by his sense of self-worth. While Bakugou had too little, Caesar had too much. Funnily enough, Caesar's rage was doing the opposite of what the other might have wanted. It was actually making Bakugou want to keep his position as Quartermaster in a petty return of his insults, biting his tongue at the demon's claim that they were cowards who couldn't voice his opinion. He was spitting nonsense at this point. He clearly knew nothing about the ones around him. Feliks, for example, was more than willing to pick a bone with the leader when the time came to it. Bakugou as well had spoken out a number of times in situations where he shouldn't have. To say that Caesar was the only one with 'the balls to say shit' only proved the demon was too caught up in tooting his own horn to pay attention. The only one who looked like an salvageable fool at this point was Caesar.
Fight me. The words resonated within him, echoing throughout the chasms of his mind, beating against his chest. While he didn't have to power to give his rank to Caesar, knowing that it was up to the Captain whether to allow the demon to become second-in-command, Bakugou wasn't going to get the proposition slide. He lived for the sensation of battle, hated the idea of rejecting it because he would appear a coward. Bakugou was no coward and he had his own ego to appease, lips curled in a return snarl to the Head Officer. "I will," the young Quartermaster replies on instinct, ears pressed against his cranium in his own aggression. Suddenly what had been dead energy was replaced with his own anger, his own newfound strength to prove himself. He didn't care about the possibility of losing, being heavily injured from the battle, but he did care about the fact that his strength had been challenged. His strength was the only thing that held onto his self-esteem, let him live. He will win, he thinks. Losing was not an option for the ragdoll. If he lost, what worth did he have left? "But you'll be sulking at the end of it like some bitch's petty little girl."