OCHACO URARAKA! ⌖

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A horrible way to present herself, really, and the reminder of that fact rang loudly in her head. There hadn't been one day since she left Snowbound that she didn't feel guilty over it. She knew Izuku probably fretted endlessly, and Aizawa had likely been concerned over her departure as well. Teachers tended to care about their students-- but you're not his student anymore she reminded herself, gritting her teeth. That was something she hadn't gotten used to, and she doubted she ever would. She was a human, even if she was trapped in the animal world, this hellscape where she was fated to live. Maybe this world didn't have quirks and heroes and villains, but it did have supernatural creatures, and a handful of her friends who had all met the same fate in their previous lives: death.

It was a gamble, really, especially because she didn't know if she'd even be welcome back. Izuku and Aizawa could still very well be here and, if fate resigned her to a cruel path, they could very well turn her away. It wouldn't be in their nature, but nothing in this world was in their nature. It was wildlife, and they had no choice but to live here or die trying. They had to feast on viscera and fight every day in order to survive, and if they didn't like the taste of blood they'd be left to rot among the dead.

In her human life she'd pursued an internship specifically to train and improve upon one of her weaknesses. She'd become familiar with hand-to-hand combat and, as a result, became a better fighter. A better hero.
But Ochaco wasn't a human anymore, and nor was she a hero.

Ochaco wanted nothing more than to be soft again -- to not walk with her guard up, ears perked waiting for a an oncoming storm to finally strike -- but she knew this world did not permit that. It rejected the notion-- it rejected the laws of a world she once lived in and now she was collecting the pieces of the life she used to have, trying desperately to put it back together.

Then came a night where she broke-- broke down crying, broke her morale, broke in every sense of the word. She was at her wits end, this life as a havana brown was one she abhorred, and in a desire to keep in touch with the humane parts of herself, she followed in the footsteps and did what she knew: she went, on her own, and learned the world. She learned how to fight; she learned how to survive. She improved upon her weaknesses, striking them down one by one. If this world wanted bloody evolution then it would get it, damn it.

Now she was back. A expression neutral -- a touch colder, even -- and in complete control of her body. She no longer walked on clunky paws, but instead moved smoothly. She no longer feared danger; she knew she could fight if she needed to. Her tail was faintly scarred as proof of her trials and tribulations, and her disposition was substantially different from the bubbly, optimistic girl she wanted to be.
But she was here.

"My name is Ochaco Uraraka, and I'm here looking for Izuku Midoriya and Aizawa, if they are still residents here." Ochaco called aloud, knowing that if somebody wasn't already hiding in the shadows waiting for her to make an action upon the border, then one would arrive soon at the sound of her voice.

Kirishima did not consider himself to be selfish.

Sure, he didn't that way of himself in that way, but others could possibly call him that- not that he wanted to be called that. He had spend a few weeks searching for Bakugou before he had joined Snowbound. He was worried about his friend to be honest.

Just a week or so ago, he'd gotten one of his legs stuck between two boulders and out of animal instinct. he had gnawed one of his hind limbs off. This had caused to Izuku to worry about Kirishima then he'd been captured and tortured by the Typhoon before being rescued by Izuku and Tsuyu.

Now, he was warily-walking around Snowbound's territory, keeping an eye out for the Typhoon members in case any of them attempted to recapture him. So coming across a unfamiliar feline had caused him to tense up as he approached, hearing her name.

Ochaco Uraraka. A former classmate of his. The three-legged maned-wolf would stumble up to Ochaco, a lopsided-grin on his maw. "Ochaco! It's me- Eijirou Kirishima!"

" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "

While Toshinori had not lost the morals he had set in place, he knew that he was the most selfish man among them. He did not keep things for himself, no, and he did not take things from others, but he was so damn selfish. The gaunt serval still had nightmares. If he had done anything differently during that final fight, maybe they would have still been alive, but it was all his fault that they were stuck here. The feline had thought he was getting better about that thinking, but apparently not. Apparently, he was too selfish to stop.

The serval didn't know Uraraka was even in this world. While there were a lot of his former students inhabiting Snowbound now, it seemed that new ones popped up every day. Toshinori almost couldn't keep up with it. He'd never fully gotten a grasp on all of their names when he had still been teaching, and now that they were all so different from each other, he would have an even worse time at it. It didn't mean he wouldn't try- he didn't have an excuse for not trying after the stunts he'd pulled -but it would be hard.

He had been attempting to hunt when he'd heard Ochaco's call. His ears flicked back almost immediately at the name, though he wasn't sure if it was because he'd have one more person to face for his own failures, or if it was because he'd simply been startled out of his catch. He had been so close to getting that mouse.... But oh well. He figured it was the least he could do to go and greet the girl. It seemed that she'd been here before, farther back than Toshinori or Kirishima, but that wasn't really his business.

The serval made his way to the small group, blinking his shadowed eyes as he did.
"Ah... hello, young Uraraka. I am All Might, if you don't recognize me."
He was suddenly aware of a scratch at his neck and reached a paw up to itch it.

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OCHACO URARAKA! ⌖

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"Kirishima-- it's good to see you again." She greeted softly, laughter following suit (and with a hint of anxiety in it, too). "Well, as good as it can be to see that you're stuck here too." Maybe he liked it here, maybe he didn't, but no matter what happened Ochaco wholeheartedly preferred her human life to... this. For an idle moment, she wondered if her assumption in the others sharing her sentiment was false. "Are any of our classmates... have more arrived? I've only known of Izuku and Mr. Aizawa."

Speaking of Izuku, there he was, and thank god for that, even if he seemed a little surprised; a little wary. It took her a moment to figure out why he was circling her -- and she admittedly grew a touch worried before she did, because she knew he wouldn't attack her but the body language was still something she associated all too much with hostility -- but once she did she quite visibly relaxed.
"It's good to be back. I'm ready to stay now." She affirmed, nodding as if to lock in her point. "The cold might take a while for me to get used to, though."

Then all was okay, because All Might was there.
Or at least, that's normally how it would go, but even All Might seemed more timid now. Perhaps he was new to this world as well, but even if that wasn't the case Uraraka couldn't blame him. Ever since she'd arrived here she'd questioned many aspects of life that she had merely accepted beforehand. In the human world things were easier, because heroes were good and villains were bad. A clear foe to fight against-- an almost... easy way to align her morals. But here it just simply wasn't the same, because to fight was to live. To hurt was to survive. Ochaco wasn't sure how to stand anymore.
"All Might, sir, hello." She greeted, not quite sure how to continue the conversation, but finding that another one of her classmates -- just how many were here, exactly? -- had arrived.

"Tsu!" Ochaco chimed, smiling warmly. It was good to see Tsuyu again, even if it was in this type of world. Still, the relief of seeing one of her closest friends again was more than welcome. "What happened to your tongue?" She asked, concerned. Glancing back over at Deku's bandaged paws and Kirishima's missing leg, she couldn't help but wonder if the group they resided in was somehow responsible. "Deku, your paws too, and Kirishima, who did that to you?" Hero or not, Uraraka was determined to protect her friends. They were all she had left of her human life, and she would not let this world rob her of anything more than it already had.

Oh geez. She wanted to know who mauled his leg off? He would shuffle his fore-paws nervously and awkwardly as Ochaco continued to glance towards the three of them. Of course, he would attempt to hide the burn-wound on his side, so he didn't worry the returning female. "Er, I'm not sure how Izuku got his paws hurt like that, but uh, I got my leg stuck between two boulders? And I gnawed it off because of instinct?" He said, avoiding eye-contact.

Then he would blink and add. "The Typhoon- another group took advantage of the fact that I only have three legs and they captured me. That's why Tsuyu's tongue is like that and I have this wound because of them." He would show her the burn on his side.

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