CRUMBLING DOWN ☀ joining

[arcy]

It's been a long time.
When Izuku steps to the border, his paws are shaking.
He can't do this again. He can't. He can't.
He gave Snowbound everything he had -- his time, his dedication. He poured all of his energy into it, and it's gone. It's been gone for a long time now. Not enough time for him to let go, but ... long enough.
You see, in the grand scheme of things -- Izuku has been on this earth for seventeen years. Of these seventeen years, he's spent two of them as a cat -- and, somehow, these have felt like they've lasted longer than those fifteen, combined. Isn't that strange? It seems so natural, though -- is it just because of how you perceive time, with such a short lifespan?
This isn't the point -- Izuku is getting off-track. Delaying.
The fact of the matter is -- Izuku doesn't know what to do with himself, all alone. He doesn't know what to do with himself, when he doesn't have people to fuss over and smile at. When he doesn't have friends. He misses Aizawa, and he sees Kirishima sometimes, but not as often as he used to. He's alone, and he misses structure.
So ... he comes to the Elysium. Green ears turning on his head, tail twitching.
He heard that Atbash came here, a long time ago. She wasn't here anymore -- he'd missed her, and by quite a lot. He hopes she's okay.
"Uh -- hello?" Izuku calls, pressing his wings in tight against his back. He wonders -- will he manage to stick around, here? Will he grow to like them just as much as he did Snowbound? He'd heard he doesn't even have to climb the ranks to get back to being a medic, too -- it's a relief, really. Izuku has gotten rusty, but he doesn't think he'd be able to give it up after so long as Snowbound's Frosthealer, anyways. "I'm, um. I'm Izuku. I'm here to join." What had his own joining been like, last time? He can't remember -- it had to have been more non-standard than this, though. Absolutely generic.

☀ WE'LL BE THE LIONHEARTED
BUT WE DON'T CARE ABOUT IT

[Warringkingdoms]

  [font=trebuchet ms]Rin knew quite a lot about a couple years feeling like decades. She had been alive for not even four and a half years by this point, and already she was beginning to feel old. Outliving several groups and dozens of allies would do that to a creature, yet she was still going. She had a mission, and she was going to complete it.

  Pouring all of herself into others, too, was something she understood too well. To sacrifice everything for one's friends, and then to lose those friends in a few short months... sometimes one or two would return for a short time, but that time never seemed to last long enough. Yet, once again, she had caught herself almost falling into that trap with Elysium. They had helped her and she would help them, but she was not one of them- she had to remind herself of that more and more often nowadays.

  Rin had been looking for herbs when she spotted the conspicuously winged, green-furred feline at the border, offering a slightly-stammering introduction. His demeanor, while not familiar in the sense that she might have known him (she was pretty certain she didn't), still reminded her of... no, she preferred not to think about that too hard. Approaching Izuku, she answered, "You're free to stay with us, then. I'm Rin."