in the air - joining

[wormwood.]

☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —

Izuku was not the first joiner to get caught in one of the traps. In fact, Aurum was willing to bet a few pieces of prey that more people arrived to the group in the traps, rather than outside of them. Perhaps it would happen less now, now that Beck was beginning to pull some of them out since there was no longer an Audrey around to feed, but Aurum had his doubts. After all, only time would tell if Beck could actually remember there all the traps were, even when Aurum and some others had gone through the trouble of attempting to redo the tree markings. Those markings had saved the proxy's ass more than once from being flung up into a net or trapped down a hole, but they unfortunately weren't all that helpful to non-tanglers who didn't know their meaning, such as the poor little feline currently stuck. Aurum heard nothing but the high pitched yelp from Izuku before he was sighing and moving over, arriving just a bit after Caustic had already come onto the scene. The angel could only hope that his crooked, sheepish smile would serve to be a comfort to Izuku, especially considering whom had come to greet him first. Aurum personally didn't have much of an issue with Caustic, but the doctor was far from a welcoming face, and this kid already seemed pretty shaken up from falling into one of the traps.

Carefully tiptoeing around the edge of the area Izuku had been trapped in, the tigon tilted his head a bit as he inspected the trap, a sigh leaving his muzzle. He mumbled as he prodded a little at Izuku, ready to work with Caustic and get the trap untangled from the kid, "Sorry about this... we've got the traps set up for protection, you know? At least you can take solace in the fact that you are far from the first person to have ended up like this." Aurum then found himself taking in a breath, surprised by the faint scent of the Typhoon that he could identify beneath the mud that currently coated Izuku's pelt. Another Typhooner? Why the hell were they all coming here? A frown tugging slightly at his lips, Aurum rumbled curiously, "Wait... are you some kind of messenger from the Typhoon? If you are, they really should've warned you about the traps..." If messengers weren't getting warned, then Aurim would have to go and talk to Goldie about it, just for the safety of her poor members.

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#psychosocial.