11-11-2018, 04:21 AM
Events didn't usually take long to begin filling, funneling with members, brimming with new life. While one could be concerned by the fire hazard that was the bonfire and the hay, Bakugou didn't feel particularly concerned. As egotistical as it sounded, he was here to make sure everything went smoothly. If the fire dared to erupt embers onto the flammable pelts of members, he would be there to bend the flames away, throw them into the sky. By then the molten glow would die before hitting the soil or grass, avoiding any outbreaks. The appearance of Luciferus only furthered the safety of the group. No one should have been concerned about anything but the male twitches an ear at the dragon's offer. Bakugou could make fireworks too in that case, a little threatened by the eldrich creature's usefulness compared to his own but refusing to allow himself to get too caught up in his thoughts. He didn't want such evasive feelings to ruin his night, soon recognising the familiar alabaster of Victor. He was almost fond of the husky's appearance mostly because he had spoken to him so many times.
"Okay," he says rather indifferently, picking up a horseshoe with his earth elementals before gripping it between his jaws. It was heavier than he expected but, at the same time, he was quickly used to the weight. In all honesty, the Quartermaster would rather have used his telekinetic abilities to throw the bent metal but he had a feeling no one would be particularly happy with him doing that. It would ruin part of the challenge as he turned his head and swung to let the momentum overtake the horseshoe, throwing it in the right direction but missing the target to the right. He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, agitated before looking at Victor or anyone else wishing to play, expecting them to take their turn after him.
"Okay," he says rather indifferently, picking up a horseshoe with his earth elementals before gripping it between his jaws. It was heavier than he expected but, at the same time, he was quickly used to the weight. In all honesty, the Quartermaster would rather have used his telekinetic abilities to throw the bent metal but he had a feeling no one would be particularly happy with him doing that. It would ruin part of the challenge as he turned his head and swung to let the momentum overtake the horseshoe, throwing it in the right direction but missing the target to the right. He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, agitated before looking at Victor or anyone else wishing to play, expecting them to take their turn after him.