Pip hadn't been alive for too long, not like his parents, but in his four months, he was incredibly sincere in everything that he did, whether he was merely offering a few words of encouragement or physically assisting however he was able. It wasn't even that the pup was unaware of the ability to be duplicitous. There were times he had felt tempted to present himself differently than how he truly was, but he'd never given into it. Most of the people he knew where his siblings, anyway, and he was content to let their personalities speak louder, rather than attempt to mimic their exuberance. Content. Yes, that was accurate- he was content to simply be, instead of going through the effort of creating an image he wouldn't be able to maintain for long. He really wasn't much of a liar about that sort of thing, or an actor.

That didn't mean he had a lack of willingness to change. He was young, not dumb. Pip knew he wasn't perfect, and thinking about his parents- well, they'd been around a while in comparison to him, and he didn't think they were exactly the same as they'd been when they were kids. Even though it was strange to think about them as children.

He would like to have them around right now, because they were adults, and they could help somehow. Instead, it was just Pip and another boy, who had called for a medic but wasn't doing anything else. The mixed canine determinedly approached the crawling stranger, who seemed too stubborn to stop. Blood had to stay inside the body, where it belonged, and they were losing it. Obviously an infinite amount of blood wasn't real. "You can stop moving now- it'll be okay. I have to put my paw over that, though." Without another word, the pup attempted to press his white paw over the neck wound, like how to stop water leaking. It worked the same, right? It didn't feel the same, and he swallowed, looking away from the red staining his fur, except the sensation was still there.

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Hearing Snare's call for help, the young healer quickly came over, the soft clanking of tins within her satchel announcing her arrival just before she entered visual view. Taking a quick look over the stranger's wounds, she took a seat in front of him as she shrugged off her satchel. "Pip, can you remove your paw?" she asked her nephew curtly as she rummaged around in her leather bag, pulling out a few flasks of fresh water, bandages, and various tins with stickers on their tops. "If you want to help, stick around," she added, knowing she'd get use out of his paws with so many deep gashes to clean. And with the sudden disappearance of half her sages, she was looking for replacements.

Turning to the stranger, the four eyed witch looked over his injuries again before she nodded. "Your injuries are minor, but they'll take time to heal. If you're here to deliver a message or join, I can patch you up before you're escorted into the territory," she said, assuming he was here either as a representative from the Rosebloods, given the lingering scent on his person.

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His history here had been short when Bakugou celebrated his first month in this world. It was quiet because everyone seemed to be too busy to realise it'd been four weeks since he had joined, already climbing the ranks like a suicidal squirrel. The universe was changing him. He could feel the way her cold, indifferent hues would look down on him, reaching with spectral hands to try and rid of all his faults and ugly aspects. He's never really paid attention to how he's acted among others. Just like the stranger, he wasn't particularly good at mingling well in a team. He was too independent, always shouting orders and telling others to move aside. It was as if his mind was zoomed in onto himself and himself only, absorbed and only trusting in his own strength because he's never wanted to leave faith in others. Even when he had been captured by the League of Villains, he continued to live in a twinge of doubt that he would have to find a way to escape for himself as he feared that the heroes would be too late. It was insulting to his very name to have to be saved, especially during that incident he became disgustingly infamous for.

The smell struck him - a putrid metallic scent: blood. Like a hound he raises his head, nostrils flaring to pinpoint the source of where it must have come from. His sanguine gaze was almost on fire when he, possessed by initiative, began to move. His feet launches off the ground, the weight of gravity failing to hold him back as he soon recognises the murmurs and sounds of Typhooners. One of them he recognised to be Snare, calling out for help before his ear flicked suspiciously at the foreign words which echoed agony. The only problem with those foreign words was that Bakugou understood them. He knew exactly what the creature was crying. Now he was curious, genuinely wishing to come to their aid to see what had happened. Bakugou scrunches his nose at the sight. Although Rosemary was present, he notices another one of Pincher and Jacob's spawn. He doesn't know the child's name yet but he knows it is yet another being he must somehow appeal to out of fear of being inconvenienced by the Captain.

Still, his head moves almost mechanically when he hears the stranger speak to Rosemary, ignoring their earlier words. He hates flirting and anything related to it, desperately hoping that the soothsayer wouldn't return the purr. "Nihongo...?" The words had left his mouth before he had time to realise it, dispersing to all ears in its rawest form. Bakugou briefly shakes his head. It is not the time for him to ask unnecessary questions. It's very much possible the words just happened to be, well, a coincidence. As tempted as he is to continue testing out the nameless creature, he forcefully avoids it. "Uh, sure - welcome, I guess." It felt like his mind was a ping-pong match because he could almost feel the neurons lighting all throughout the convolutions of his brain. Des, right. This is the topic he must go on. "Like the nickname to Desperado?"

"Sorry," Pip murmured as soon as he saw the flinch, multicolored eyes slightly round with muted concern. He hadn't really considered that it might have been startling for him to reach out so suddenly, and chastised himself for it, though it was a bit late to do much good for them now. Holding his paw here was the most Pip could do until someone with more experience arrived, which the pup hoped was soon. He didn't know how long someone could live with these kinds of wounds, and he didn't know how long they'd already been crawling here with them, so to say he was relieved when Rosemary came would be an understatement. Obediently, he pulled his paw away and stepped back, mouth dry when he glanced down at his white paw, now stained red and creating an uncomfortable sensation when he put it on the ground. Still, he ignored it resolutely, and remained near his aunt, waiting for her command, gaze dropping when the stranger spoke to Rosemary in such a- a flirtatious way.

"I don't know a Des, I'm sorry, but as she said, you are free to stay here." Someone he hadn't met before spoke something unfamiliar, before offering what Pip couldn't. Desperado? That person must have been around when he wasn't allowed out, so again, he lowered his stare, saying nothing further.

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"I am not a doll," she said, her words as crisp as the snap of dry twigs. She eyed them, more concerned for the blood that left their throat than their impaired speech. Rummaging through her satchel, she pulled out two flasks of water as she prepared to complete her usual ritual of cleaning wounds - with a flick of her wrist, she sent the water through the air in streams of various girth, each coursing over an individual slash across South's body. She wanted to keep her physical distance from the canine's body as far as she could; she felt her sadism pulse in her mind. Rosemary hated feeling it slink against her thoughts, trying to worm its way into her while she needed to keep her focus on her magic.

But, in this instance, she felt glad for the incubus's disrespectful flirting. However much it irritated her, she'd still take irritation over her focus waning. She made a mental note to see Luca after she finished patching the canine hybrid up.

"Like the others said, Desperado lived here for a time. Though might I suggest you stop talking - you've obviously got a cut inside your throat, let it heal," she said, her four eyes narrowing in disgruntlement. Contrary to her diction, the witch's tone made her suggestion sound more like an order. Ordinarily, she might offer using her telepathic abilities to allow the injured person to continue talking. But, in this case, she thought it silly to give someone who called her a doll access to her mind - especially with her sadism raring and ready to burst out anywhere it might chip away at her mental defenses.

Pulling out some of her bandages to the top of her satchel, her auxiliary eyes glanced at Pip as she spoke, "Brush off that blood, then help bandage his wounds, once I've finished cleaning them."

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