So there was a large influx of joiners. Amazing. See. Problem. Numero uno. Was that. They're all shut in introverts that are probably plotting their deaths (mourn more than most, she's noticed). Even Cry herself was always bad at talking. She never liked growing close to people and creating bonds and relationships. She normally just stayed pinned to her brothers side except...

...

he wasn't here.

.........

  The raven inhaled, held it in her lungs until they ached, and exhaled. she stared down at the snow. He would have loved snow. Would have said something like "It's just frozen water, Key! It's incredible how do you think it got that cold??" His eyes were always so wide and full of wonder. Everything was a fun new experience for him. It made her wonder how much Snowbound would absolutely love Synthesis. She tilted her neck. He would definitely fit in. He was always a sweet little guy. He'd keep people smiling, at least. And then... Maybe she'd be there to protect him.

  She wondered if those embers finally ate his soul.

  She swallowed her sorrow down, shaking her head. This was supposed to be happy. Time to get to work. She lifted a frigid lump of snow into her wings, crushing it under her weak bones until it resembled an egg shape. There. Snowball. Tell her otherwise. ... Her tail feathers flicked. About five hundred to go. She sighed. This would take a while.

  A little while later, she had made about eight piles of snowballs. She smiled at her work, flicking the left over shattered snowflakes off her feathers. Hiding her shiver, she opened her wings, smiling at the small crowd in the middle of town. Battle Royal! she called out, Make alliances! Destroy your enemies! She called it a social experiment. How many would actually end up participating? She didn't know.

"SPEECH"

Aizawa wasn't exactly an introvert--but he wasn't an extrovert, either. He just didn't like being around people, but over the years, he had learned to stay around them for long periods of time. He had to, considering his job. Now, though, he had no such duties and he could sleep to his heart's content. It was nice. He was no longer bothered by his students, even though a few of them would show up here and there. It was just the fact he had no obligation to look after them anymore, and yet he still did, mostly out of some weird habit. Maybe he was secretly too nurturing for his own good.

Unlike most days, he was actually out and about, getting things he and Izuku needed back in their cabin. Mostly food things, since neither of them really liked hunting animals. He was stopped in his tracks, though, by the call of someone, his eyes flickering about until he found the source. What the hell were they on about? He looked over and quickly realized, though. A snow ball fight.

The lion snorts out through his nose, uninterested in this little game they were going to play. However, he would sit to the side and watch. It might be fun to watch people get hit in the face by flying balls of snow. He was cold enough just standing out there.

"SPEECH"

Joining hadn't exactly been his plan. Rather, he was going to simply sit back and watch--but apparently they had something different in mind. His eyes flicker over to Dimitri as he arrives, narrowing his eyes at the feline as he throws a snowball towards Cry. Then he realizes he was his next target. He watches him as he rolls up a bit of snow and chucks it in his direction, though he dodges it by simply moving his head to the side. So that's how they were going to play.

Normally he would have walked away and ignored their childish antics. But today they had caught him in a particularly good mood, so he decided to go ahead and play along, just this once. "That was good," he starts, using bursts of wind to create a few snowballs of his own. "But you'll have to try a little harder than that," using his elementals, he throws them towards Dimitri, hoping for it to hit.

He peeks over though, spotting Izuku. A grin breaks out across his face and this time he creates a snowball with his own paws. Cupping it, he throws it towards the maine coon. It was both a playful gesture and a test, to see how his reflexes were now. Of course he'd cut him some slack, since he was under the weather.

"SPEECH"

  Well it seemed her little escapade worked. She snickered, dodging the first projectile, but quickly got knocked out of the sky by Atbash's attack. She screamed out, snickering as she thudded against the ground. She quickly pushed herself back up, wobbling for a few moments as if drunk. She clenched her talons down, whipping around to pelt Atbash with a flurry of airborne snowflakes.

"SPEECH"