not too old, not too young ⌖ open, rejoining/returning

OCHACO URARAKA! ⌖

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"Kirishima-- it's good to see you again." She greeted softly, laughter following suit (and with a hint of anxiety in it, too). "Well, as good as it can be to see that you're stuck here too." Maybe he liked it here, maybe he didn't, but no matter what happened Ochaco wholeheartedly preferred her human life to... this. For an idle moment, she wondered if her assumption in the others sharing her sentiment was false. "Are any of our classmates... have more arrived? I've only known of Izuku and Mr. Aizawa."

Speaking of Izuku, there he was, and thank god for that, even if he seemed a little surprised; a little wary. It took her a moment to figure out why he was circling her -- and she admittedly grew a touch worried before she did, because she knew he wouldn't attack her but the body language was still something she associated all too much with hostility -- but once she did she quite visibly relaxed.
"It's good to be back. I'm ready to stay now." She affirmed, nodding as if to lock in her point. "The cold might take a while for me to get used to, though."

Then all was okay, because All Might was there.
Or at least, that's normally how it would go, but even All Might seemed more timid now. Perhaps he was new to this world as well, but even if that wasn't the case Uraraka couldn't blame him. Ever since she'd arrived here she'd questioned many aspects of life that she had merely accepted beforehand. In the human world things were easier, because heroes were good and villains were bad. A clear foe to fight against-- an almost... easy way to align her morals. But here it just simply wasn't the same, because to fight was to live. To hurt was to survive. Ochaco wasn't sure how to stand anymore.
"All Might, sir, hello." She greeted, not quite sure how to continue the conversation, but finding that another one of her classmates -- just how many were here, exactly? -- had arrived.

"Tsu!" Ochaco chimed, smiling warmly. It was good to see Tsuyu again, even if it was in this type of world. Still, the relief of seeing one of her closest friends again was more than welcome. "What happened to your tongue?" She asked, concerned. Glancing back over at Deku's bandaged paws and Kirishima's missing leg, she couldn't help but wonder if the group they resided in was somehow responsible. "Deku, your paws too, and Kirishima, who did that to you?" Hero or not, Uraraka was determined to protect her friends. They were all she had left of her human life, and she would not let this world rob her of anything more than it already had.

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"What part of her was frail?"