The birds were talking again, chittering their conversations with the wind reaching from one branch to the other. To Bakugou, it brought a completely different meaning to the idiom: ’a little birdie told me’. Some birds he had met possessed strange quirks such as being prophetic or were capable of whispering tunes inside his head. They reminded him of Nezu, the principal they had at UA who he had always considered to be somewhat unsettling. Well, he reminds himself so, the rat-bear-dog was in the past now. He knows that he shouldn’t dwell in it so instead his attention shifts to the direction he is heading in. He’s wandering aimlessly, trying to get some fresh air and maybe find some answers along the way. He was still fixated on his situation, refusing himself to get too used to being a cat. He’ll come back to life, he’s sure of it. He just needs to find a way.

He hears a splosh, the sound of a small blunt object spluttering into a body of water and sinking dramatically. Immediately, his ears crane towards the source, eyes narrowing in vexation. His initial calmness dilapidates and his nostrils flare at the scent he has only just noticed to be interrupting what could have been a thoughtful stroll. He bites gently on his bottom lip, lowering his body in a predatory stance and creeps closer to get a better look at the stranger. He twitches slightly. A mangled male: burn marks, scars, bruises…for such a magical world, they sure as hell failed at efficient healing. ”Get out of here, extra.”

He just backchatted him, he just fucking backchatted him. The male shot him a murderous glare, scarlet hues glinting daggers as his fiery tongue flickered against the roof of his mouth. One could see the way his fur has risen along his back, porcupine-like and appearing spiky to touch if one didn't know any better. But alas, Bakugou was only as intimidating as any cat could get - pretty scary but really just a bitter ball of fluff. "After I find Deku, I'll fucking roast you for talking back to me," he hissed, paws making the ground sizzle. Well, that was his plan for after he mastered his strange alternate quirk. He had come out here to look for a mountainous region, somewhere inflammable for him to practice his abilities on. The other pirates in the Typhoon had recently gotten annoyed at him for taking out his anger on trees...it was inconvenient but he would deal with it for now. Once he was done, he'll kill them all then set out to murder Midoriya - assuming it was Deku's fault, of course.

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[ ooc ] sorry for my late reply, i got really busy : ^)

Apparently, the one who had killed him had been the weird shapeshifting chick. The crazy girl whose face always resembled a drunk old man. Dressed as Kirishima, he was stabbed when he let his guard down. At this moment in time, Bakugou didn't want to repeat the same mistake and yet...there was a different air about the creature. Firstly, it knew his name and secondly, it was calmer than the ecstacy which radiated from the blonde girl. The tightening grip around his chest loosened, his shoulders dropping and the tips of his fur falling back atop his warm body. "Kirishima," he echoed. He sounds almost confused, but also almost overjoyed that the side of his lips quivered into a arch, forming a smirk of a smile. "I thought it was just going to be me and birdhead." The burning soil subsided as his fire elementals retreated back to their hearth. "How'd you get so battered?"

Time in the old world and time in this new world must have worked differently. Kirishima was like an ancient soul here. If he didn't know better, it would be as if the canine was born here like all the rest. Bakugou, however, felt so new and out of place. He doesn't belong here, he knows that, and somehow his own friend has found a home in this landscape. For that reason, Bakugou can only assume that his reincarnation occurred weeks after. Heck, a lifetime could have passed between his death and his rebirth - he'd never know but he knew he could still theorise it within his head. Still, he is caught off-guard when Kirishima mentions the Typhoon. He doesn't even know where Kirishima has been staying, he doesn't even know how the male can even have the slightest clue of where the ragdoll has been spending his time sulking away. "It's been fine," he grumbles almost under his breath. Bakugou has never really been that good at conversations. "But I insist you tell me that 'long story'."

Kirishima seemed to be as calm as ever. He was much too forgiving of their earlier kerfuffle, much too gentle with the way he interacted with the fiery male. It was because of his peaceful reaction that Bakugou felt almost inferior in his attitude, flicking an ear when his friend replied: "That's good, as long as they're friendly I suppose." Somehow, it was those words that made him feel lost and have reality dawn on him like a holy ghost. And so, the ragdoll straightens up and takes a shuddering breath whilst Kirishima spoke about his experience of injuries and The Typhoon. A unicorn. Normally he'd laugh at him, tell him it was his fault for getting by a boulder and tortured by a horned horse of all things. He raises his head, finding it difficult to resist teasing and asking the male if the unicorn happened to bleed rainbow. Instead, Bakugou holds control of his impulses. "Well, it's good you're still alive and talkin'." He's glad Kirishima is here...more than glad, actually. But he doesn't actually show it.

"Aside from that unicorn" - it was hard not to choke his amusement but perhaps the canine could see how hard Bakugou was trying to get back into the swing of things - "what do you think of joining The Typhoon? If they try and bother you again, I'll fuckin' cremate 'em."