11-11-2018, 01:13 AM
With all other emotions put aside, he thought it was fairly amusing that the recently promoted sages of The Typhoon had both received warnings about their activity. He notices there must be some kind of slump when it came to the Necro Mambas, almost as if they were a rare species going extinct. Just about nobody wanted to pursue the life of medicine, healing and magic and he, after seeing the stress on Junji's face time and time again, could understand why. It was different to those of the Grim Rays who were focused on warbound aspects and weapon-making. While spars could occur, the division seemed far more lax until raids occurred. Then there was the other division, the one responsible for holding events and entertainment, the one that Goldenluxury used to lead until her promotion. The Blackjat Rats. Both divisions, compared to the Necro Mambas, put hardly as much work and effort. One would have to be a masochist to desire to be a sage or a soothsayer so he almost understood why they appeared to be slacking. They must have been exhausted but Bakugou found himself unable to offer them any pity. It was their faults for being interested in the job in the first place.
'Poison stuffs' didn't sound very professional. She made it sound as if she wasn't particularly sure what she would be teaching others about when it caught the young Quartermaster's attention. He approaches with caution, knowing that Technopaw didn't seem to have any particular good grip on her fire elementals. He knew this because of the way the catsune seemed to light up and sizzle, steam when she was stressed. She was a walking fire hazard and everyone knew it. His gaze glosses over the red berries. If he had any logic, he knew them to be deathberries, but there were definitely plants he wasn't familiar with. Herbology had never been a subject he excelled at but the iconic glint of scarlet was enough for him to know what they were considering how popular they were in appearing in movies. He simply sat down, took a breath and waited for other members to show up for the lesson. He didn't, after all, see any particular harm in attending.
'Poison stuffs' didn't sound very professional. She made it sound as if she wasn't particularly sure what she would be teaching others about when it caught the young Quartermaster's attention. He approaches with caution, knowing that Technopaw didn't seem to have any particular good grip on her fire elementals. He knew this because of the way the catsune seemed to light up and sizzle, steam when she was stressed. She was a walking fire hazard and everyone knew it. His gaze glosses over the red berries. If he had any logic, he knew them to be deathberries, but there were definitely plants he wasn't familiar with. Herbology had never been a subject he excelled at but the iconic glint of scarlet was enough for him to know what they were considering how popular they were in appearing in movies. He simply sat down, took a breath and waited for other members to show up for the lesson. He didn't, after all, see any particular harm in attending.