The ocelot heard of her brother's injuries -- secondhand, unreliable -- the spotted wildcat narrowed her dark orange eyes as she affirmed his state for herself. Taking a seat at the edge of the gathering crowd, she supposed it must be true; usually, Pincher called out welcomes for joiners at meetings' starts. Now, he stood there, stiff and quiet with ice forming around him like external veins.

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His first meeting in a while. His sanguine eyes flicker lucidly toward the Captain's form, radiating an expression that was unreadable in its nature. Not even his eyes, his eyes that often mirrored his emotions through subtle crackles of flame, could be understood. There was a strange and dreadful silence coating the Reaver as he moved towards the gathering that was filled with the buzz of murmurs and shifting paws. A meeting. Captain Pincher would never have to announce such a meeting to The Typhoon. Wordlessly, they all knew it. They all understood that when Pincher rose, they too had to rise and move toward him - ears open and waiting in respectful silence. The ice which had begun stretching and traversing the superior male's throne hadn't gone unnoticed to the ragdoll either. He could see the way the solid water extended, blanketing the seat with an eeriness. He remembers that in his old world, renditions of ghosts used to be shown through sudden cold weather. Seats and tables become dressed in a moving ice that seemed alive, only for protagonists to realise they were the evidence of hauntings.

If Bakugou knows anything about powers, though, he knows that they have the tendency to manifest in strange and unwanted ways. His own fire elementals were linked with his sensations of rage and anger, and the earth devouring his body before further harm could be initiated wasn't just some random coincidence either. There must have been another ability within him, stored away from his conscience because he still couldn't name it. It protected him and there Bakugou was wondering if the ice that appeared around their Captain was a sign. He should take note of it but he knows he isn't smart enough to decipher why. He had, after all, been in a coma for almost two weeks. He was out of the times, outside of the loop, dwindling within space and time as he tried to re-integrate his foul personality with the others. Still, at this moment, he isn't sure if he even wants to belong to The Typhoon. Everything seems to be going downhill that he doesn't want to keep his eyes open.

Speaking of keeping his eyes open, his eyes skim quickly over the faces of who was already there. He was looking around so quickly, trying to avoid seeing Goldenluxury. But, because the thought was in his head, he noticed her from behind. The Reaver silently curses at himself before moving forward, deciding to sit away from her figure but being careful not to let her realise this was a purposeful decision. He pretended not to have noticed her, to only be looking over the sea of heads and nonchalantly walk to a spot that happened to be some distance away from the Dealer. Nothing about his walk shimmers a nonchalance. There's only discomfort, an awkwardness sitting at the base of his stomach. Seeing that Eijirou had yet to arrive, the Reaver decides to take a seat close to Victor. He views the sled dog to be strange but at least he didn't have any particular qualms against him. It would make sitting with others easier for him to put Goldie's condition out of his mind for now.

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Quietly, Marcellus slipped over and took a seat besides Junji, looking up at Pincher quietly for the meeting to commence.