11-11-2018, 01:31 AM
If it had been Bakugou who noticed the trespasser first, he would have approached the situation more aggressively. The dragon was far more civil in these matters than he was and he could have very easily agreed that just about anyone would make a more suitable Quartermaster than Bakugou. Alas, he will trust in the Captain's decisions for now. The demigod was very stern about Caesar's revolt against the ragdoll's promotion, seemingly confident with what he had announced, so for now the male was keeping quiet. He was holding in all his emotions, keeping to himself, trying not to over stress about how unworthy he felt. He was talking more walks as of late, walking until his paws had blisters because he wanted to keep his thoughts elsewhere. He wanted his mind to flow from his head and into the trees, fly with the passing wind. It wasn't hard for his sanguine eyes to meet the black, abyssal shape of Luciferus in the distance, the feline lowering his body as he stalks closer before teleporting towards the ground. His gaze lands directly onto the stranger, the male who was currently speaking, talking about how he got here and how he wished to join.
"As long as you don't have any association with The Pitt then yeah, fine. You can join," the young Quartermaster says, flicking an ear in the male's direction. Hobbitfoot's words, sweet promises, about helping rebuild The Typhoon's tavern didn't sit well with Bakugou. He didn't like it when others took advantage of their misfortunes, didn't like it when others extended help when no one asked them to. Normally joiners would just ask to join, ally with their island's community because they were looking out for themselves. Trades and deals weren't normal. Heck, they even had visitors come to The Typhoon before who were seemingly, and annoyingly, accepted. "Ya still have to do the joining ritual though. It might make you throw up or run away insane." His eyes narrow slightly at his own words, still questioning the motives of the other feline because he didn't trust him, didn't like his easy-going personality. He wasn't used to it. His whiskers, however, suddenly twitch with newfound irritation after his mind repeated the male's words in his mind. He snarls, expression morphing into that of hostility: "The only place in ashes is the tavern which is in the heart of the island. How the fuck did you know there was a fire here? Don't tell me you fuckin' watched The Pitt enter our territory and did nothing."
"As long as you don't have any association with The Pitt then yeah, fine. You can join," the young Quartermaster says, flicking an ear in the male's direction. Hobbitfoot's words, sweet promises, about helping rebuild The Typhoon's tavern didn't sit well with Bakugou. He didn't like it when others took advantage of their misfortunes, didn't like it when others extended help when no one asked them to. Normally joiners would just ask to join, ally with their island's community because they were looking out for themselves. Trades and deals weren't normal. Heck, they even had visitors come to The Typhoon before who were seemingly, and annoyingly, accepted. "Ya still have to do the joining ritual though. It might make you throw up or run away insane." His eyes narrow slightly at his own words, still questioning the motives of the other feline because he didn't trust him, didn't like his easy-going personality. He wasn't used to it. His whiskers, however, suddenly twitch with newfound irritation after his mind repeated the male's words in his mind. He snarls, expression morphing into that of hostility: "The only place in ashes is the tavern which is in the heart of the island. How the fuck did you know there was a fire here? Don't tell me you fuckin' watched The Pitt enter our territory and did nothing."