11-17-2018, 08:48 AM
At some point, Bakugou was deeply afraid of dying. The correlation of sleep and death as being an unknown silence was too much to bear. It was the very idea that his soul would be floating within a void, an abyss of time and emotion, for all eternity that frightens the young Quartermaster. He can't stand it. He is repulsed by the unending slumber, the state of existing but having no conscience to be aware of it. The projection of his body into this world only roots and manifests the fear, lets him realise the calm calamity death brought about it. No pain, no grief, no nothing. Within the cloak of death, he realises he is a spectre whose time before and after will not matter. Who knows how much time had passed from when he had died to when he became alive again? It was the very thought that he could close his eyes and fall asleep before he could even realise it that made his relationship with sleep an uneasy one. He could wake up, sweating and horrified that he was alive, that he had let his eyes close for hours without knowing the time that had shifted. Luckily, nowadays, the thoughts don't phase him. After coming to terms with his mortality, he's come to realise his own ambitions and presence. The worst part about living wasn't the fear of death but the knowledge that he has nothing and no one to live for. Not a single soul would be grateful for him. Whether he left or stayed reaped no results.
It took him a while to notice the rising sea of pirates move towards the dome, flooding the passageway and filling the rooms in an orderly and quiet fashion. Upon entering the sheltered area, he shakes himself off at the entrance, flicking his wet paw and watching the droplets seep into the ground. He moves towards the room, glancing at the Captain who sits silently at his throne - cold as ever. Rather than being soaked by the rain, water has steamed from his increasing body temperature, the young Quartermaster taking a seat closer towards the back, pressing his body against the wall. He holds back a yawn, ears raised at the sound of sonorous thunder cracking through the sky. The weather is dreary and, while he considers moving closer to hear Pincher more clearly, he decides to stay where he is. The design of the room should allow for the feline's voice to echo. If not then he will move forward, only missing the 'welcome' portion of the meeting which he never viewed as very important to begin with. They were simply tradition and mannerisms.
It took him a while to notice the rising sea of pirates move towards the dome, flooding the passageway and filling the rooms in an orderly and quiet fashion. Upon entering the sheltered area, he shakes himself off at the entrance, flicking his wet paw and watching the droplets seep into the ground. He moves towards the room, glancing at the Captain who sits silently at his throne - cold as ever. Rather than being soaked by the rain, water has steamed from his increasing body temperature, the young Quartermaster taking a seat closer towards the back, pressing his body against the wall. He holds back a yawn, ears raised at the sound of sonorous thunder cracking through the sky. The weather is dreary and, while he considers moving closer to hear Pincher more clearly, he decides to stay where he is. The design of the room should allow for the feline's voice to echo. If not then he will move forward, only missing the 'welcome' portion of the meeting which he never viewed as very important to begin with. They were simply tradition and mannerisms.