11-13-2018, 01:11 AM
His fur bristles at the familiar voice, not particularly looking forward to seeing them. Perhaps it was because he thought the healer to be a little overbearing, too peculiar for him to want to tolerate. Any other merchant would have been fine for him to deal with but he was not here to have a simple chat, sanguine eyes sweeping towards their figure. There was no hurry in their steps, casual in every manner. The young Quartermaster's lips were about to part with his message before she spoke again, amused that this time it was Bakugou visiting Sunhaven instead of it being the other way round. This was actually his first time ever visiting another group. Although he so far didn't enjoy the experience, his temper wasn't getting the best of him so it was surely a good sign. Flipped, his mind repeats, disagreeing with their choice of words. He doesn't like watching others assume. Unlike Venus' visits which were for propositions or event invitations, Bakugou found himself becoming the bearer of bad news. He doesn't mind it. He would rather leave party invitations to the rest of the island who actually cared for such social meet ups. Bakugou wasn't afraid to address misfortunes.
He recognises the cougar who has approached in return but he doesn't remember his name. He is awful at putting name to face, finding it easier to categorise others into those who could tolerate and those he despised. The ragdoll's eyes briefly skim the appearance of armour, noting its quality because he was a blacksmith himself. Admittedly, he didn't like the idea of producing armour. It seems too physically restraining to be put onto an animal. Then, before his attention can settle, he sees Marina approach. She was another one of The Typhoon's frequent visitors. "I don't usually introduce myself to people outside of The Typhoon but I'm Bakugou," he begins with a twitch of his whiskers. He figures he may as well say his name here considering the number of times he has seen these merchants roaming about. In terms of mentioning his rank, he doesn't think it is important. The Quartermaster role, in his opinion, fit Goldenluxury far better. "I'm actually here to invite Sunhaven to a raid on The Pitt. They recently burned down the Capricorn and there were kids caught in the fire. I'm not saying we're weak either but the extra numbers will be sure to tell those fuckers they made a grave mistake."
[link to raid]
He recognises the cougar who has approached in return but he doesn't remember his name. He is awful at putting name to face, finding it easier to categorise others into those who could tolerate and those he despised. The ragdoll's eyes briefly skim the appearance of armour, noting its quality because he was a blacksmith himself. Admittedly, he didn't like the idea of producing armour. It seems too physically restraining to be put onto an animal. Then, before his attention can settle, he sees Marina approach. She was another one of The Typhoon's frequent visitors. "I don't usually introduce myself to people outside of The Typhoon but I'm Bakugou," he begins with a twitch of his whiskers. He figures he may as well say his name here considering the number of times he has seen these merchants roaming about. In terms of mentioning his rank, he doesn't think it is important. The Quartermaster role, in his opinion, fit Goldenluxury far better. "I'm actually here to invite Sunhaven to a raid on The Pitt. They recently burned down the Capricorn and there were kids caught in the fire. I'm not saying we're weak either but the extra numbers will be sure to tell those fuckers they made a grave mistake."
[link to raid]