Izuku is lost.
Again.
It isn't as pressing of a situation as it is the first time. The Typhoon was just a place for him to stay, in any case. He'd just sort of thought ... maybe if he stayed in one spot, it might be easier for All Might to find him and bring him home. If .. if they were looking at all.
If nothing else, though, he wasn't that big of a deal. It was a temporary arrangement.
It's been a while though, and he'd thought .. well. It wouldn't hurt to go out and explore again. ... And, admittedly, maybe deciding to walk all the way out of the Typhoon was a bad plan when he was still hurt. He hadn't been thinking right. Sure, it'd been a while since he'd got them, but they weren't exactly .. healing very well.
He tries not to think about it.
His mouth is dry, journal clutched between his teeth. He'd -- he didn't want to ruin it anymore than he already had. Izuku, after all, was terribly small, and the bag he'd originally kept it in was already covered in mud, just like the rest of him.
It's hard to smell anything, over the stink of the swamp. Or maybe it's because of how fuzzy his brain has been lately. His notes have been getting ... increasingly messy and at least mildly incoherent, which was really the only reason Izuku had noticed anything was wrong at all. Which probably said a lot about him.
Another step. The ground disappears from underneath his paws.
Izuku, despite his best efforts, can't help back a yelp. He almost drops his journal. Almost, but clamps his teeth down in time. It probably wouldn't have fallen through, the gaps weren't wide, but he doesn't want to risk it.
... ..... .. This meant people lived here, didn't it? Did Izuku do it again? Was he just that bad at being sensitive to his surroundings, that he not only got stuck in a trap but didn't realize people lived here?
... Honestly, as much as he would like to hope they're as forgiving as the Typhoon had been, considering his current predicament, his hopes aren't that high. Miserably, and almost tearfully, the kitten shuts his eyes, and waits.
//tl;dr small muddy boy is Trapped™

Izuku was not the first joiner to get caught in one of the traps. In fact, Aurum was willing to bet a few pieces of prey that more people arrived to the group in the traps, rather than outside of them. Perhaps it would happen less now, now that Beck was beginning to pull some of them out since there was no longer an Audrey around to feed, but Aurum had his doubts. After all, only time would tell if Beck could actually remember there all the traps were, even when Aurum and some others had gone through the trouble of attempting to redo the tree markings. Those markings had saved the proxy's ass more than once from being flung up into a net or trapped down a hole, but they unfortunately weren't all that helpful to non-tanglers who didn't know their meaning, such as the poor little feline currently stuck. Aurum heard nothing but the high pitched yelp from Izuku before he was sighing and moving over, arriving just a bit after Caustic had already come onto the scene. The angel could only hope that his crooked, sheepish smile would serve to be a comfort to Izuku, especially considering whom had come to greet him first. Aurum personally didn't have much of an issue with Caustic, but the doctor was far from a welcoming face, and this kid already seemed pretty shaken up from falling into one of the traps.

Carefully tiptoeing around the edge of the area Izuku had been trapped in, the tigon tilted his head a bit as he inspected the trap, a sigh leaving his muzzle. He mumbled as he prodded a little at Izuku, ready to work with Caustic and get the trap untangled from the kid, "Sorry about this... we've got the traps set up for protection, you know? At least you can take solace in the fact that you are far from the first person to have ended up like this." Aurum then found himself taking in a breath, surprised by the faint scent of the Typhoon that he could identify beneath the mud that currently coated Izuku's pelt. Another Typhooner? Why the hell were they all coming here? A frown tugging slightly at his lips, Aurum rumbled curiously, "Wait... are you some kind of messenger from the Typhoon? If you are, they really should've warned you about the traps..." If messengers weren't getting warned, then Aurim would have to go and talk to Goldie about it, just for the safety of her poor members.

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Izuku doesn't quite scowl at the sight of the laughing wolf, shaky and a little near tears, but it's a near thing. He gets stuck and somebody laughs at him. Great. Like that was a new experience.
It doesn't really hurt. Izuku is a little afraid, and a little affronted.  Tries to keep himself from freaking out -- an offer for help. Genuine, or no? It seems so, but Izuku is ... listen, Izuku is still figuring out how to read people, he has no idea.
He's saved from having to worry about it by another arrival. A, uh ... a tigon, maybe? Izuku's seen a few pictures of those, but never in person, but he things so. A tigon, grinning sheepishly. Talking.
Not malicious, then. What do they need to protect themselves from, if they leave up traps for anyone to walk into? The kitten wriggles, awkwardly shuffling to place his notebook somewhere where he can actually talk, and where it won't get muddy. ... It's a bit difficult.
"Th -- Thanks. Could I please get ..." His voice shakes, gaze flicks towards Caustic, a reminder of his offer for help. Watches as Aurum approaches the trap. His ear twitches. Typhoon? They know each other. Interesting. "I, um. I'm not really .... I was staying with them, but I'm not really ..." Izuku left on his own. People weren't noticing his absence, and Izuku hadn't told anyone. He may have stayed with them, but he hadn't really ... been one of them.
Is this another group, then? ... Interesting. The Typhoon, pirates, and .. whoever this is, they have traps, and they're presumably .. well. Maybe on friendly terms, or maybe he just cares about individual people. Izuku doesn't know, and he's a little too hysterical to care.
//this kinda sucks + IGNORE HOW LATE THIS IS HSDFKJDSF