Talia has gotten quite comfortable living in the Typhoon. While admittedly having arrived only a few days earlier, it's easy enough to find herself in the deep end of familiarity given the group's likeness to her old home (albeit certainly more chaotic than the land-of-tides had been). In fact, she'd even found herself an abandoned treehouse to busy herself with; renovations do tend to take a lot of her time, and it isn't long until she realizes she's starved of communication.

So she takes whatever excuse she can, and the ringing bell heralding the arrival of a newcomer is right up her alley.

The hellhound launches herself from the raised porch of the treehouse and spreads her wings wide, casting a rippling shadow on the canopy underneath. Beside her flies Boob, her trusted companion, the ferruginous pygmy owl whistling a melodic tune. It's one that Talia matches in kind, singing softly under her breath, broken only by a light chime of laughter.

The duo reach the wall in record time, Talia perching above the wall and Boob landing on an antler on her head. They peer down at the newcomer with curious eyes, one seafoam and another amber, and cock their heads to the side at the same time.

"Pretty little things, aren't they?" Talia flashes the stranger a smile, one wing extending to gesture at the basket of serpents directly underneath her. "They've got a nasty bite, sure, but pretty. They don't like to be kept waiting, though, and neither do I. What brings you to the shore?"

ooc. i see a hawke-based character, i like immediately. welcome to the gayphoon!

Bakugou doesn't run away from his problems, or at least the problems he is aware of. He works to overcome them, to hone his body to become a perfect, weaponised vessel to fight against his struggles. In terms of emotional problems, he almost always lets them overwhelm him to the point that he is blinded by an intoxicating rage, forbidding him from seeing anything clearly. He refuses to run away from his problems but Bakugou is no perfect being. Most of the time, he doesn't realise there is a problem he is running away from, doesn't even realise that it lies within him, brewing and bubbling away within a cauldron of suppressed feelings. Thoughts and fears often evolve and manifest into more fuel to feed the fire that kept him going, the destructive and curling flames of his anger. Sometimes, Bakugou would like to be a different person. It would be nice to change into a force of good, someone who didn't have to work so damn hard to be respected. He was sure that the only reason The Typhoon kept him around was because he contributed to the weapon pool of the island, was considered a capable fighter, pulled his weight. Otherwise, if respect was based on personality alone, he would receive none of it.

The Quartermaster's ears crane towards the ringing sound, indifferent by the clangs of the bell that reverberate across the rainforest grounds. He would likely have kept believing that The Typhoon only wanted his utility had it not been for his recent promotion. It still stuck to his mind in an alarming and unsettling way. He is at least self-aware that he does not get along with others, that his personality was load of bullshit and his temper was strong as a feather. He doesn't know what the Captain sees in him. If the purpose was to induce a silent identity crisis upon him than the Captain had surely achieved it.

Embittered eyes sweep towards the hellhound and the owl flying ahead of him, reaching the gates before him to greet the stranger at the bell. A dark-furred wolf, he notes before stopping close to the three and listening to Talia's comments. She surely knows how to act so calmly around foreigners, civil but different to the charisma to that of Luciferus who held bounties of wisdom or Feliks who had a bite that accompanied his words. While the hellhound had stated that she didn't like waiting, there didn't seem to be any aggression at the expense of the other. He thought it to be interesting, not adding any other words to the canine's presence at the gate because the ragdoll doesn't feel the need to waste his breath. While he doesn't smell like he is a part of any group, it was very much possible that he was here on business terms rather than joining turns. He doesn't want to jump the gun, simply standing and supervising quietly. He needed the distraction.

Talia is... surprisingly refreshed after witnessing the wolf's attitude firsthand. With chaos weaving tales of tragedy both told and untold in the mortal realm, it's far too easy for one to lose their sense of humor, but the newcomer seems to have a firm grasp of his--a strangle, one might even say, although how one holds onto the joys of life is of no concern to the hellhound. It's only the delivery that counts, and this Hawke person has certainly left a steaming pile of it at the Typhoon's doorstep.

"You and I share the same tastes, friend. I like my snakes aware that I am a terrible, terrible creature. Being called a vile beast of temptation gives me much pleasure in life." Statement flying proud in the air like a flag, the hellhound flashes the other Typhooners a wink before jumping off the top of the wall and landing on the other side. As she straightens up to her full five-foot height, the near fox-like creature gives her thick neck fur a mighty shake, bells jingling (almost coincidentally given the "Jingle Bells" joke), and then flashes the canine a beaming smile that seems to hold all the wily wickedness one might only be able to muster after having lived several sinful lives.

"Lady's quite a stretch; ladies need even the slightest modicum of decorum, the kind I don't have." She extends one wing and folds it in front of her chest before bowing. How easy it is, to say one thing and act another, but she does like keeping the people around her guessing. What fun can be wrought from the same old droll, after all? "Quite pleased to meet you, Hawke; you seem to be on the right track already. Natalia Rhodes-Pendragon, fellow newcomer, here to officially welcome you to the Typhoon."

Ah, what is life without a little dramatic flair?

ooc. ooogh, it is!! i'm surprised someone still recognizes this old gal!

His feelings are isolated and contained within himself. They are always swarming and bubbling, brewing into something worse than they could have been. Anger is contained for only short moments, his mind is invaded and overwhelmed by other feelings that he is too ignorant and blind to understand. He does not want to think that his emotions are an issue but failing to see and address them only leaves the sensations to rise like a storm. Clouds become grey, the paradise of his mind morphing into a battlefront. All his thoughts mesh and become anew, metamorphosing into a rage. It is his fault he cannot control how he feels, his fault that they are left to rot and become anger, destructive of everything in its path. He liked to think part of the blame was being around others. They were simply intolerable, only fueling the fire that crackles and burns within his body. He cannot stand the way they act. He can be irritated by the smallest of things and most of the time, they have done nothing to deserve his aggression. He is petty, he is bitter, he is insufferable to watch. Beneath his need to defend his pride, he is simply a child who doesn't understand what to do. Venting would be nice but it makes him feel vulnerable.

It was another smart ass. To be honest, he's starting to get sick of them. While he has initially been amused by Feliks, he finds that they all get irritating. He would rather those comments were directed towards the enemy, the male scrunching his nose. He would rather the other had ignored him. "You can go kiss one of the ferals on the island," he grumbles bitterly, ears beginning to feel hot. It was Bakugou's way of saying 'go kill yourself' but he knows it won't phase the other and his humour. He will likely make some kind of infuriating comeback. He's come to expect this from personalities such as his and it's too tedious trying to talk back. He's not worth his time. The ragdoll has an uneasy feeling that the other will go out of his way to piss him off. Well, if it ever comes to a point he can't handle the other's bullshit, he will probably burn him. "Since you're handling housekeeping so well, I'm just going to go do something useful," Bakugou finally says, looking towards Talia. He doesn't want to stay around for any longer. He was only present in the case it were politics or some idiot happened to be mute in answering questions. The ragdoll doesn't like standing around for no reason and Hawke had successfully managed to irk the easily annoyed Bakugou.

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