↠↠ Tokoyami knew he had died. He remembered it rather... vividly. Froppy had been rescuing him, and then there was a flash of light, and there was water in his lungs and now he was here, coughing it all back up. The crow-headed boy heaved a breath, knowing full well he had just been drowning, but now he was... not. Not drowning. He wasn't wet at all, which was weird, because he... well, he'd just been drowning. He was lying on his back, looking up at the sky, beak slightly agape. Tokoyami went to sit up only to realize that was suddenly not how his anatomy worked. What the fuck.

He was breaking his usual level-headed composure. The raven hybrid's eyes widened, glancing down at his body and oh my god he was a cat. Somehow he still had his almost cartoonish bird head, but these halves did not fit together. Cats and birds were mortal enemies. How was this supposed to work? He swallowed but said nothing, hoping that perhaps his dark shadow still worked and could help him make a bit of sense of this. While it was almost midday, he could at least try to summon his quirk- if he was successful, Dark Shadow would be a tiny wisp of shadow in the bright sun. And one, two, three...!

Nothing.

"...Right," the hybrid muttered, finally setting himself up with a notable amount of effort. This body would take some getting used to, but he'd always liked watching cat videos, even if he was a bit scared to face them in person. Tokoyami said nothing more, simply glancing around him, trying to get a feel for his surroundings. It was much too tropical for his tastes, but he wasn't complaining. A wave of fatigue had just hit him, and if he was honest, he would much rather just plop down in the shade of a palm tree to take a nap than find someplace a bit cooler.

The feline stayed rather silent, trying not to give his position away to any potential threats nearby. After all, Dark Shadow didn't seem to be... working, if that was the correct term for it? He was pretty defenseless.

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rinto didn't like being alone. he rarely ever left the comforts of barracuda bay, surrounded by people. there was no chance for him to go do questionable things if he was around others. still, though, he had slipped out in the early morning, needing a chance to clear his head to be ready for today.

then he saw it. a horrible bird-cat creation. immediately, he took off his backpack, and brandished a pink-hilted knife, its silver blade glimmering in the light.

"l-let me put you out of your misery," he demanded, narrowing his eyes. 

↠↠ Tokoyami didn't mind being alone- in fact, most of the time, he preferred it. He liked sitting in the dark, and just kind of... hanging out. Of course, he did love being around his friends, and he wasn't sure he liked being alone without some sort of consolation from them, but he would survive. He had this far. Er... well, he guesses that he hadn't, but... that didn't really count. But that was besides the point. He really enjoyed being on his own, and doing things like meditating or just reading books or something. It was all good and fun.

But, well, now he was here.
The glint of a knife caught Tokoyami off guard. The hybrid leaped back from the sudden threat, his reflexes still... alright, for having just become a cat, though he nearly toppled over for a minute. Put him out of his misery? While being a hybrid wasn't an optimal situation, he sure as hell wasn't going to die. Again.

"Don't try it," the crow-cat warned. His voice was deep in his throat, rumbling almost in his chest at that point. He'd taken an incredibly defensive stance. It was clear that this wouldn't be his first fight, even if he'd just gotten a new body. His tail lashed in defiance without his noticing.
"Don't you have any decency? Or do you try to kill every stranger you meet? Learn some manners."

Tokoyami's string of questions sounded less like they wanted to be answered and more like a straight-up threat. Of course, he didn't want to fight right now, especially not when he knew he had the lower hand, but... well, he didn't take kindly to murderous intent.

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Pincher had experienced death before and to be completely honest his life had been surrounded by the deaths of others. Sometimes it would be of loved ones. Other times it would be victims of Pincher following orders or just out of a bitter fight of drunken rage. He had gotten used to seeing the light of life drain from the eyes of strangers and he lost the nausea that would fill him when he would be the one to take another life. He wasn't playing god or being the Grim Reaper's replacement, he just was used to seeing death lurking around the corner. Then, he had been killed. A cursed bleeding wound had been his demise as well as his pride to not seek help when he needed it most. It had been his own damn fault and he blamed himself for what it had costed when he had broken through the line between death and life. He had left his crew without someone to claim the leadership and push through the hard time and when he had returned, Pincher had made sure to fix that mistake of his despite now being immortal and considered a demigod. It was ironic how he was some 'almighty' powerful being yet was encaged to do the bidding of water spirits during certain nights.

The jaguar was resting in the shade of a jungle tree that edged the border of sand and volcanic earth, his lean figure hardly visible as it was hidden in the vegetation of the tree. He didn't really enjoy climbing but after a while in the wildcat form, he found it to be quite pleasing and it allowed him to hide and smoke without getting his ears get blown off by the scolding of his fiance or his siblings or simply other crewmates that knew better. His long jet black tail twitched back and forth in the air as he gnawed softly on the end of a ink black cigarette, cool aqua blue eyes locked onto the crashing salt waves that reflected the bright summer sun's rays. He let out small rings of smoke out of his lips casually before hearing commotion from nearby, bloodshot gaze snapping towards the direction. The fuck was happening now? A low sigh bubbled out of his lips as the male jumped down from his branch and struck the ground, small grains of sand sticking to his bone-white paws as he trekked a few yards until reaching the figures of Rinto and Cronas. He glanced towards Rinto, aiming to gently bump his paw against the male's shoulder. "Oi, don't need to poke an eye out. He doesn't seem like a threat." Pincher ordered flatly as his piercing ice blue gaze locked onto the odd hybrid that appeared to take a stance of defense. The male glanced down at Cronas as he heard the child speak, giving a light nod of agreement as he added "Cronas is right. You don't seem like a troublemaker but of course, looks can be deceiving. Anyways, who the hell are you and how'd you get here? Got stranded?" Pincher inquired as the towering male went into a relaxed sitting position, his back left leg aiming to claw at an itch on his neck while he waited for a response.

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rinto was about to reply to the hybrid's words, not standing down despite tokoyami's and cronas' words. however, at pincher's suggestion, rinto immediately stood down, relaxing and moving his paws together. suddenly, it was like he was a different person altogether, as he dropped the knife and put it into his backpack skillfully. "hiya there! sorry i gave you a little scare, i'm just antsy!" he greeted in a cutesy voice, whiplash from his previous demanding tone. "my name's rinto! it's real nice to meet you!" he said, eyes shut as he was no longer a threat. "do you wanna join?" 

↠↠ Speaking in third person was certainly... unique. The feline leered at Rinto and Cronas, his gaze switching between them. Of course, Cronas had insisted that there would be no fighting, which he greatly appreciated, but he could never be too wary. After being... well, after being killed just now, and almost immediately reviving (or so it felt), Tokoyami was just a little on edge. Then, the new arrival sat down, and while he himself stayed standing, he allowed himself to relax a little bit. His name and intentions? Well, the first question was easy enough, but he'd just woken up here. He didn't exactly have any intentions at all other than staying alive. Still, he wasn't sure he wanted to trust these people just yet.

"My name is... Tokoyami," he finally answered. His voice was about as revealing as black crayon on black paper, and his posture was confident, but he was not doing too hot. Fear gripped his paws and froze them there. With Pincher's arrival there were far too many people crowding him and he really, really, really wanted to retreat into the darkness of his room, but that didn't really exist anymore, did it? The crow-cat hybrid stood stock-still as he listened to the jaguar's words, and one stuck out to him.

"I actually did get stranded here, yes," he lied, though he knew no one would be the wiser. His voice held no signs of dishonesty and he was tired enough that he was sure it looked like he'd been trying to find a place to rest for the last day or so.
"I washed up last night and made my way inland before I passed out, if I remember correctly. I don't have any intentions at all with the... Typhoon, but if there is an extra bed to sleep in, I can offer something in return?"

The bengal girl's words hit his ears (wherever those were) and he just sort of huffed. Even in a world where Quirks were normal, all throughout his life Tokoyami had been getting weird looks for his bird head. He realized that it wasn't a normal head to have on a body, human or feline, thank you very much, but he was just too used to it to be anything more than annoyed. The feline's tail flicked dismissively and he focused on the next arrival, a brilliant golden lion with... a halo? Maybe people did have Quirks here, then. It would explain that, he supposed. Abbadon, hm? Considering Tokoyami had already given his name, he didn't feel like repeating himself, so he didn't. Instead, he narrowed his eyes warily at the sassy sarcasm that seemed to ooze from the male. Tokoyami had never been a fan of sass, if he was honest. It didn't get people anywhere except in trouble. While he wasn't afraid to speak his mind, he had learned to do it with some level of respect, or at least enough self control that he wasn't punished for it.

Rinto had seemed to shed his old personality and stepped into a new one as if it were an outfit to be changed. He quirked a lip (don't ask him how his beak worked that way), put off by how easily the turnaround had happened.
"Right..." he muttered, the word hiding under his exasperated sigh. "Because 'being antsy' means threatening to kill anyone you see. Understood."
Perhaps he liked sarcasm just a bit more than he let on.

He ignored the rest of Rinto's words, not really wanting to deal with him after their first little exchange, instead turning to the new arrival. A girl and her harpy eagle? He supposed that was pretty cool- he had always liked birds, considering his whole situation, and birds of prey had always been his favorite (maybe besides kiwis, because those looked so stupid).
"I am part bird," he answered, tone placid though he was wondering if it wasn't obvious enough with the beak and feathers. Her friendly tone really did make him feel a bit better, though- this whole situation was really a bit overwhelming, but getting a compliment (however small) put him a bit at ease. "Ah, thank you. I like your eagle." For a moment he wished that the rest of them would go away, and he could simply talk to this girl about where he was and what the next steps were to finding a place to stay, but that was a bit unrealistic. Instead, he turned back to Pincher or Cronas, blinking at them carefully.

"If joining means a place to stay, I am willing to do so. Just tell me how."

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