[ooc: hello hello~ very different indeed! doing well for the most part!]
[for a facsimile, it's annoyingly accurate. he's not going to think too hard about where the water comes from, whether it's reused like normal wave machines, and how it's treated to keep it... is "fresh" the right word to use here, or "clean"? this high up, it's easy to tell the sky is false, but the technology that makes it up is fucking impressive. just how high tech is this place? who the hell knows. maybe he'll figure it out eventually. the heat is real and the sand isn't fake. someone said this is a "new" experience, so that raises even more questions.
alternating between explosions with one hand and keeping the board at his side with the other, he bounces his way in long arcs through the air, until he's safe distanced enough to drop back down into the water and avoid any of those shitty gullguards. the board slices through the waves and he keeps himself pressed to it like a knife blade to sloop in the water at a curve, then pops back up once buoyancy shoves him through the surface. bwah! he gasps for breath quickly and climbs onto the surfboard before the next wave starts to build up. catching it, bakugo rides the wave across the ocean and finally glides back into shore with an easy motion.
a quick hook with his foot flips the board up behind him and he catches it under one arm, walking of the water with one hand scuffing the back of his head. probably enough adventure for the time being... almost getting turned into gear meat will do that. bakugo glances up at the voice, making a slight face when he comes in sight of what looks like a medical problem. are eyes supposed to be that fucking red?]
I'm not a fucking firework. [he just didn't have a death wish.]
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[for a facsimile, it's annoyingly accurate. he's not going to think too hard about where the water comes from, whether it's reused like normal wave machines, and how it's treated to keep it... is "fresh" the right word to use here, or "clean"? this high up, it's easy to tell the sky is false, but the technology that makes it up is fucking impressive. just how high tech is this place? who the hell knows. maybe he'll figure it out eventually. the heat is real and the sand isn't fake. someone said this is a "new" experience, so that raises even more questions.
alternating between explosions with one hand and keeping the board at his side with the other, he bounces his way in long arcs through the air, until he's safe distanced enough to drop back down into the water and avoid any of those shitty gullguards. the board slices through the waves and he keeps himself pressed to it like a knife blade to sloop in the water at a curve, then pops back up once buoyancy shoves him through the surface. bwah! he gasps for breath quickly and climbs onto the surfboard before the next wave starts to build up. catching it, bakugo rides the wave across the ocean and finally glides back into shore with an easy motion.
a quick hook with his foot flips the board up behind him and he catches it under one arm, walking of the water with one hand scuffing the back of his head. probably enough adventure for the time being... almost getting turned into gear meat will do that. bakugo glances up at the voice, making a slight face when he comes in sight of what looks like a medical problem. are eyes supposed to be that fucking red?]
I'm not a fucking firework. [he just didn't have a death wish.]