11-17-2018, 08:33 AM
All Bakugou really knew was the island. In this world, he had only left the territory for raid reasons - to fight, to defend, to pass on a message. His life was contained within The Typhoon, his four months of existing within the confines of his body. The world he lives in is small and unassuming. Sometimes there are strangers who will come towards the border, seeking refuge. Other times, the ones who pass the border are the ones who intend to leave and never return. He doesn't understand what makes him stay. He wasn't born here and yet it was as if he had lived on the island his whole life, as if his very being was attached to The Typhoon. It is not to say he welcomes the company of the pirates. Like the island, he is isolated. He feels sapped of social interaction, left to be alone and watch from afar. In any conversation he is drawn to, he is brought to arguments, irritation and stress. It isn't worth it. He would rather spend his time in being useful than making enemies but it's unavoidable. He is bound to his character by fate. He can't help himself.
As of right now, it is as if he can see the sunlight's rays, the heat that causes the air to waver and rise in front of his sanguine hues. He's had calmer days as of late and his body temperature has remained a normal standard - his energy remains conserved. Bakugou's eyes drift towards the expanse of their territory. He looks at the volcano. To him it is dormant and quiet, it is resting for what can be decades. Part of him is curious if it will ever erupt, if his earth and fire elementals will be able to keep it from reaching Barracuda Bay. It is impossible for him to do it alone. He knows that he is not as strong as he would like to be. His bark can hardly pierce the ears. What should he even expect of his bite? The ragdoll presses his lips together at the sound of the bell, not a single curse word escapes his maw when he moves towards the resonating sound like a bat that has caught its prey. He teleports forward to shorten the gap, reaching the railroad and walking. There is no hurry now, bright optics fixated on the blurred creature. Details begin to sharpen, recognising there to be a dark creature. He is momentarily surprised that they are wearing a bowtie. Accessories, other than necklaces and other jewelry, are not something he expects others to wear.
The foreigner perplexes him. The canine looks comfortable where he is, as if he knew exactly what he wanted and how he would get it. His gaze briefly makes eye contact, skimming away when he notices the other's eyes to be bloodshot. He wonders if the other simply didn't sleep or simply didn't blink as often as he needed to. Bakugou chooses not to think about it too much. "Yo," the cream ragdoll calls out, "What do you want here?" He isn't really sure what answer to expect but he hopes the other isn't obnoxious. They've had too many smart-asses as of late and Bakugou doesn't feel like having another scuffle at the border. It doesn't help that he's easily vexed, infuriated by the smallest of things. He simply can't help himself.
As of right now, it is as if he can see the sunlight's rays, the heat that causes the air to waver and rise in front of his sanguine hues. He's had calmer days as of late and his body temperature has remained a normal standard - his energy remains conserved. Bakugou's eyes drift towards the expanse of their territory. He looks at the volcano. To him it is dormant and quiet, it is resting for what can be decades. Part of him is curious if it will ever erupt, if his earth and fire elementals will be able to keep it from reaching Barracuda Bay. It is impossible for him to do it alone. He knows that he is not as strong as he would like to be. His bark can hardly pierce the ears. What should he even expect of his bite? The ragdoll presses his lips together at the sound of the bell, not a single curse word escapes his maw when he moves towards the resonating sound like a bat that has caught its prey. He teleports forward to shorten the gap, reaching the railroad and walking. There is no hurry now, bright optics fixated on the blurred creature. Details begin to sharpen, recognising there to be a dark creature. He is momentarily surprised that they are wearing a bowtie. Accessories, other than necklaces and other jewelry, are not something he expects others to wear.
The foreigner perplexes him. The canine looks comfortable where he is, as if he knew exactly what he wanted and how he would get it. His gaze briefly makes eye contact, skimming away when he notices the other's eyes to be bloodshot. He wonders if the other simply didn't sleep or simply didn't blink as often as he needed to. Bakugou chooses not to think about it too much. "Yo," the cream ragdoll calls out, "What do you want here?" He isn't really sure what answer to expect but he hopes the other isn't obnoxious. They've had too many smart-asses as of late and Bakugou doesn't feel like having another scuffle at the border. It doesn't help that he's easily vexed, infuriated by the smallest of things. He simply can't help himself.