11-23-2018, 05:23 AM
[ ooc ] physically hard, mentally medium-hard. opening to capturing your character but doesn't do tortures. will primarily use sand and fire manipulation. will use earth elementals to deflect weapons.
He didn't want to be here. The Rosebloods were stuck-up bitches, attention whores who thought they had more power than they actually did. They never kept in touch, they were just extra bodies to him - meat shields in the case of any battle. Now they are the enemy and while Bakugou thought Luciferus was enough of a retaliation, leaving the dragon to do what he pleased, the Captain wanted to send a message that would be overkill. He didn't want to be here because he didn't want to give the group the satisfaction they wanted, the satisfaction of being considered worthy enough to be raided. They are a pitiful group he would rather watch melt and cease, watch seep into the ground. His body temperature rises, skin too hot to touch as he walks through the desert. Ashes cloak the rainforest from Luciferus's recent rampage, the ragdoll raising a figurative brow when he catches the sight of Rosebloods. He sees the lion move to attack Feliks, amused that no other members were attacking. They were simply standing around as though they were all lifeless dummies, watching and unsure what to do.
Eyes catch the sight of Vagabond, the male narrowing his sanguine hues. The sight of the metal skull mask reminds him of the image of Argus, the ripped flesh and missing eyes. It was almost like a signature. "Oi, stoic bitch," he calls out to the scaled hellhound, flicking an ear, "Were you the one who killed her and left that signature? The one with the throwing knives." After the small scuffle they had when discovering her body, he had examined the weapon that had killed the guard. The face was still in tact. What reason did the killer have in removing the face of only one victim? "Why were you after Argus?" Did he even know her name? His cheeks were burning up in heat, sand seeming to swim and move around his body as a result of his earth elementals, making it difficult for anyone to simply jump at him while he moves closer. He isn't worried about an attack. While he can be caught by surprise, he can teleport away and attack with his ranged fire attacks. He has burned Masie before by accident, a mistake on her part for touching him whilst he was upset. It wasn't his fault that the strength of his fire was a result of his emotions. Bakugou, however, wanted answers. Then he will fight, then he will pass his judgement.
He didn't want to be here. The Rosebloods were stuck-up bitches, attention whores who thought they had more power than they actually did. They never kept in touch, they were just extra bodies to him - meat shields in the case of any battle. Now they are the enemy and while Bakugou thought Luciferus was enough of a retaliation, leaving the dragon to do what he pleased, the Captain wanted to send a message that would be overkill. He didn't want to be here because he didn't want to give the group the satisfaction they wanted, the satisfaction of being considered worthy enough to be raided. They are a pitiful group he would rather watch melt and cease, watch seep into the ground. His body temperature rises, skin too hot to touch as he walks through the desert. Ashes cloak the rainforest from Luciferus's recent rampage, the ragdoll raising a figurative brow when he catches the sight of Rosebloods. He sees the lion move to attack Feliks, amused that no other members were attacking. They were simply standing around as though they were all lifeless dummies, watching and unsure what to do.
Eyes catch the sight of Vagabond, the male narrowing his sanguine hues. The sight of the metal skull mask reminds him of the image of Argus, the ripped flesh and missing eyes. It was almost like a signature. "Oi, stoic bitch," he calls out to the scaled hellhound, flicking an ear, "Were you the one who killed her and left that signature? The one with the throwing knives." After the small scuffle they had when discovering her body, he had examined the weapon that had killed the guard. The face was still in tact. What reason did the killer have in removing the face of only one victim? "Why were you after Argus?" Did he even know her name? His cheeks were burning up in heat, sand seeming to swim and move around his body as a result of his earth elementals, making it difficult for anyone to simply jump at him while he moves closer. He isn't worried about an attack. While he can be caught by surprise, he can teleport away and attack with his ranged fire attacks. He has burned Masie before by accident, a mistake on her part for touching him whilst he was upset. It wasn't his fault that the strength of his fire was a result of his emotions. Bakugou, however, wanted answers. Then he will fight, then he will pass his judgement.