11-22-2018, 06:38 AM
Bakugou holds a broken kind of pride, his refusal to be rivaled or belittled. His ego is damaged in a way that the shards have fallen, scattered, to form a web of a complex. Broken pride. The Quartermaster's throat feels dry. He doesn't usually like to think of his ego, his id and inner emotions. His nature is flawed. He knows this and yet it hurts to acknowledge the idea that his feelings are vulnerable, his vanity is frail. He walks along the line of glass-like potential. Beautiful, glistening and yet easily shattered - rattled to a brink of extinction. Then there is wrath, a method of defending himself. This way he avoids letting himself melt into the soils, seep into the underworld cursing and crying. Anger is passion, it is a way of feeling so strongly about something that you are willing to throw everything behind, become the enemy to be your own hero. He turns a blind eye to the state of his soul, his awareness that he has an irrational belief that he is, indeed, weak. No matter how much he trains or hardens his state of mind, his emotions are capable of igniting and exploding. Always he tries to convince himself that he is strong. He tells others that he is powerful, that he will be unrivaled, but the truth of it stays the same: it is what he wants to be, it is a goal he may never reach.
He bites his tongue upon seeing large, angelic wings soar through the skies, moving in a way that signaled that the flier was about to land. Bakugou likes to think of himself as being as honest as he can be. He doesn't like liars, he doesn't like being artificial. Ironically he is a victim of reaction formation, refusing to play nice because he is helpless in his expression. Marco, he recognises. There are no feelings of aggression. When he asks someone a question in a rude manner of speaking, pointing out that they are being useless, he simply doesn't know how else to begin a conversation. It feels wrong to say anything else. Admittedly, however, he does not feel particularly happy about the lynx's return. While he is not upset, he does not want to remember Caesar who had been exiled two meetings ago. He can only imagine what the savannah was doing now, perhaps living alone or joining the likes of The Pitt or The Rosebloods - two enemies of The Typhoon. He figures the former Officer would have done that considering the fact that he knew the yellow feline to be rather petty, doing things to spite others. Well, he should be the least of his concerns for now as Bakugou draws his attention to Marco.
He doesn't say anything to Leo. He is a child of Owen - another one of those disgusting mutts. While the boy has done nothing to deserve his hatred, Bakugou dislikes him for simply existing. That being said, there is no reason for the male to answer the questions on Marco's behalf, merely snorting at the angel's words about doing work. "You can start with patrolling or checking if the tavern rebuild needs any more help," Bakugou simply says. No 'welcome back' or 'good'. "While you're doing jobs keep in mind that Owen's preparing a raid on The Rosebloods for being attention whores and killing one of our members. I'll leave it up to you if you want to stay back or join in because we don't want to leave The Typhoon to the likes of kids." Or maybe Bakugou will stay behind. With Junji stepping down as soothsayer, they no longer had a high position to stay behind and look after the island if everyone was going off raiding.
He bites his tongue upon seeing large, angelic wings soar through the skies, moving in a way that signaled that the flier was about to land. Bakugou likes to think of himself as being as honest as he can be. He doesn't like liars, he doesn't like being artificial. Ironically he is a victim of reaction formation, refusing to play nice because he is helpless in his expression. Marco, he recognises. There are no feelings of aggression. When he asks someone a question in a rude manner of speaking, pointing out that they are being useless, he simply doesn't know how else to begin a conversation. It feels wrong to say anything else. Admittedly, however, he does not feel particularly happy about the lynx's return. While he is not upset, he does not want to remember Caesar who had been exiled two meetings ago. He can only imagine what the savannah was doing now, perhaps living alone or joining the likes of The Pitt or The Rosebloods - two enemies of The Typhoon. He figures the former Officer would have done that considering the fact that he knew the yellow feline to be rather petty, doing things to spite others. Well, he should be the least of his concerns for now as Bakugou draws his attention to Marco.
He doesn't say anything to Leo. He is a child of Owen - another one of those disgusting mutts. While the boy has done nothing to deserve his hatred, Bakugou dislikes him for simply existing. That being said, there is no reason for the male to answer the questions on Marco's behalf, merely snorting at the angel's words about doing work. "You can start with patrolling or checking if the tavern rebuild needs any more help," Bakugou simply says. No 'welcome back' or 'good'. "While you're doing jobs keep in mind that Owen's preparing a raid on The Rosebloods for being attention whores and killing one of our members. I'll leave it up to you if you want to stay back or join in because we don't want to leave The Typhoon to the likes of kids." Or maybe Bakugou will stay behind. With Junji stepping down as soothsayer, they no longer had a high position to stay behind and look after the island if everyone was going off raiding.