Walking. Always walking. His own strides remind him of the shifting hands of a clock, twisting and turning from a centrepiece. There is a purpose to it but he wonders if the mechanical device even knew what it was. Life was absurd. They were all walking in circles, not knowing what future lied ahead of them, not realizing their truest potentials and reason for being within this world. Eternity lives with each of them. His own walk was a reminder of his insignificance. He feels small looking out into the sky, tired and heavy. Time was mosaic. It was fluid and ever changing, unsatisfied in one form, refusing to be contained no matter the jar or bottle. Somehow, he feels okay with this. To accept that time would never stand still was perhaps the most reassuring thing anyone could tell him. The world, after all, was a place that he felt too lonely in. It was nice having company but his company never seemed to stay. It wavers more than time, uncertain with frequent flickering realities. To rely on others would leave him loud and void of any knowing.

Somehow he notices CC's moving across the ground before he recognised the stench of blood. Maybe it was because he had only recently stopped to take a break from his blacksmithing. The smell of burnt metal sticking to his fur was similar to the smell of the red liquid but there was a quality about blood that differed to Bakugou's own, rather unique, smell. The Reaver quietly follows to hear the child speaking in a tongue almost inaudible, ears straining. It isn't, however, difficult to decipher or guess what the feline was saying to the other. His eyes finally land onto the pitiful and injured form of the catsune, recognising just how frail she appeared as if she had been mauled by the ocean. His sanguine gaze checks around him, nose sniffing for any offender but unable to pick up anything but the bloody smell and the saltiness of the ocean. His ears lean forward, Bakugou clicking his tongue in annoyance and concern. He doesn't know CC so is hesitant to ask the child to go fetch a medic. Perhaps, he realises, he can use his earth elementals to lift part of the ground beneath the stranger and bring her to Junji. That way he will not disturb her too much.

"Uh..hey," he finds himself saying, suddenly questioning his own motives. He knows he could leave this fem out here and alone, leave her to bleed out or freeze to death. He continues to convince himself that the reason he is doing this is because he's a hero, because he would never hear the end of it if he chose to look the other way. He doesn't even know how much earth he can carry, not even sure how heavy the girl is. "Hang in there?" He feels insensitive not knowing what to say but he knows it's useless talking to her. All he needs to ensure was that the catsune stayed conscious, awake. He looks to CC: "Do you know who Junji is? Think you can fetch him and tell him someone's injured? Or maybe you can find your 'ma' and tell her to find him. He has big feathery wings." He doesn't know the extent of CC's knowledge, unsure if the child would even understand him considering how little she said around him. Hopefully there was no language gap or difficulties, the male trying to speak as slowly as possible along with trying to make it as easy as he could. To be completely honest, this was already frustrating him.

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Luciferus - he's an Officer now. Seeing the dragon, black scales and all, is a constant and dark reminder of his coma. He hates remembering those bitter details, the abyssal creature's brother. Bakugou only bites the bottom of his lip, holding himself back from any look of annoyance when the ancient male turns to look for Junji himself. Although he should have appreciated the other for making his life easier, he felt uneasy in the pit of his stomach. He didn't want to feel settled with this, eyes eventually returning to the young girl's form when she begins to speak again. Old scars. But the words that left her tongue were stressed, likely weakened by exhaustion. If he tried to get her to move to a safer place, maybe situate her in a house to get better, he would likely be too rough. He has never been known as gentle, far too aggressive with everything he did. As he looked at the dry injuries upon the catsune's body, he briefly wonders if the angel was able to remove them with some sort of herbal remedy. Medicine has never made sense to him. The idea that plants or different combinations could have healing qualities was delving into the realm of mystics and imagination.

Her squeal made his ears fold back on instinct, Bakugou wincing at the pitch of her voice. He wasn't expecting such strength from her vocals. He looks back, twitching his whiskers when he observes Lucifer's shadow, realising just how intimidating the reptilian beast was to frightful strangers. She begins to babble more words now, asking where she was and clearly in a state of panic. "He won't... he won't hurt you," Bakugou murmurs, beginning to feel pressure on his temples as he tried to think up words, "I won't let him. Promise." The Reaver releases an uneasy, hot breath, claws digging into the soil beneath him because he wasn't good at comfort. It felt too foreign and, to his own ears, sounded rather fake. Although his intention was good, hearing his own voice say such words made him angry. He doesn't usually say these things so although he was telling the truth, being rather genuine, he still felt artificial. Thankfully, to his rescue, was Goldenluxury. She had always been the reassuring type, the one everyone wanted to take good care of because she was so giving. The ragdoll, seeing that the bengal was probably doing a better job, takes a step back.

He notices Owen, fur prickling upwards when he tosses a threatening glare at the 10 foot dinosaur. Considering her reaction to Lucifer, he doubts she would take Owen's form as well either. He was sure, however, that the indominous rex wouldn't come any closer. After all, with his head lied down, it seemed like he was maintaining his distance on purpose. Bakugou knows that if the stranger looked too much to one side, she would clearly notice him for Owen stuck out like a white moth over ashes. The ragdoll moves to the other side of the girl, swishing his fire-coated tail and tilting his head slightly. He was lost in thought, feeling himself swallow his pride when he sits down. The foreigner is curled up into a ball, stressed. Bakugou doesn't feel any pity for her, unable to muster any empathy for a stranger but he summons a blue ball of flame, a colour that took him a while to master. "Hey - uh, what's your favourite thing?" He hovers it close by, careful not to let it burn too strongly. It was warm...for now. He manipulates the blue fire to manifest into several forms - a bird, a shark, a frog, a few types of flowers. He even stopped to let the crackling images form a waterfall. All he wants to do is calm her down and distract the girl. There were too many big beasts in The Typhoon for words to make meaning.