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Crona o1: New School = Scary

[Returning from her admission to Garden, Crona enters the lobby via the elevator - slouched posture, head low, grasping one arm for comfort. This is awful! Horrible! She had been barely accustomed to DWMA! Why did this time compression drag her here? It was unfamiliar, it was far too bright and shiny, it was big and it was scary!

No, no, she could do this. They would try to find a way home, right? She wasn't going to be here forever - she could go and see Maka and everyone again. Right?]

Hey... Ragnarok...? What should I - I mean, what should we do now? We're stuck. A little. This is... I don't know...

[A tiny, black creature seems to come from her back, and lightly bops her on the head before perching there.]

Just get over it already! Who cares about DWMA and the losers there, anyway?!

But what about Maka and Soul and everyone? After everything...

[There's another bop to the head.]

Don't think they'll miss you!

But!

We're safe and there's food! Enjoy it while it lasts!

But, Maka...

Stop your whining and smile for the new idiots! Smile! You learned how to do that, right? Huh?

[Ragnarok rams his tiny little hands into Crona's mouth, pulling it into a forceful, disfigured grin as the girl whines, arms now flailing.]

Le' go o' eeee!! Ragaaaroooo.... le' go! Le' go!

Happy yet? Happy? Let's go get food!

Le' go!!

[And Ragnarok... is not letting go. Someone come save her =|]

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[ Strolling along, minding her own business, Terra had been on the way to the cafeteria herself when she heard the ...well she's honestly not sure how to classify it.

Most people might immediately put it in the 'being attacked field and jump to defense. But the girl wasn't exactly screaming and flailing about. Plus, Terra didn't have a weapon.

Not that she needed one. She holds her hand slightly away, a few subtle flames curling around her fingers. She could get in trouble with that Disciplinary Committee thing for it, but if the girl was really in trouble, well. ]

What's going on here...?

Le' go!

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Ow, ow! That hurts too much, stop it, stop it! Why in front of the strange person? I said stop it!

[ ... it's pretty telling that Terra's is observing this bizarre scene and she's the strange one?? ]

... I don't think this sort of thing is normal... and I don't think she likes being treated like that.

...

[ Terra blinks at a thought. Wait. Maybe Crona -did- like that kind of physical abuse? That's highly unusual in her experiences with people. Which is probably why she looks like she isn't sure if she should keep watching in case Crona needed help, or quietly excuse herself from the situation. Weirdos. ]

Edited 2010-05-17 00:25 (UTC)

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Um. Hi...?

She seemed quite upset - but if the two of you are friends, then it must be a strange friendship.

[ One she certainly didn't understand. Like more slang, yay! ]

Actually, hair lacks intelligence, therefore it is incapable of being stupid. [ Pause. ] Unless it is an actual monster composed entirely of hair. Although then it still is a monster, not hair.

[ Wait till she sees toupees. Feeling vaguely like she should be insulted, she glances at Crona with a puzzled frown. ]

Hi...Are you sure you're all right?

I'm... okay. I'll handle it...

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Ragnarok, be quiet!

Be quiet!

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Sorry about this, Miss...?

Eh, what? Sorry. Um, I'm a little new and this place is huge and I don't know what to do and... well, ah! I'm Crona. This is Ragnarok.

[ Riiight. Because she was handling it so well! Terra furrowed her brow - she knew she was being insulted somehow, but all she could actually identify was the tone, rather than what the actual insult was. ]

Tina Branford. It's nice to meet you Crona. [ ... It, however, is not nice to meet Ragnarok, so she leaves him out entirely. ]

If you just got here, you have your dorm assignment and class schedule already then...? It's a lot to take in, but if you go one step at a time...

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A... 2 0 7. That's where I'm going. My room.

[ Terra pauses a moment, supposing it was a LITTLE rude. Though she thought he wouldn't have cared. ]

I don't know, are you? I've never seen anything like you before.

[ Nor has she seen a pig's liver, so maybe...! ]

Anyway, I couldn't greet you properly - it would be a lie. You're not very nice, so it isn't nice at all to meet you.

[ Turning to Crona next, Terra hns. ] You don't know the way, right? I can show you if you like.

Ragnarok is... [] ...a GF, I think, is what they said?

Ragnarok, I'm trying to talk to the lady. Please be quiet? Just for a minute? I'll get your favourite to eat later...

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Um... thanks for the offer, but I think I'll be okay. My sense of direction isn't bad, and I have Ragnarok to help me...

[ There are words for people like you Ragnarok. Jerk is one of them. Terra, however, does not know these words so she looks away, guilted by her impolite behavior. Even if he did kinda have it coming. ]

I didn't know a GF could be present so long like he is. [ ... and it's awkward to talk about him like he's not there. But she doesn't have anything to say to him (yet) either. ]

You do. [ What a strange definition of 'help'. ] All right then, I -- [ ... it's staring at her. Terra blinks, looking at Ragnarok again. ]

... what?

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I don't really know anything about GFs... everyone here says Ragnarok is one, though, even though he's really my sword. He's my partner.

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I suppose we'll, um... go find our room. Goodbye.

[ Unfortunately for Ragnarok, it doesn't actually bug her. She just looks blankly at the strange "GF", and as there's no response, deems that the stare was unimportant. So she looks towards Crona. ]

... I ...see. [ It didn't look much like a sword. As Crona excuses herself, she nods lightly, bowing once. ]

Good luck then. [ She waves a little at the farewell, then turns to walk in the opposite direction. ]

[Admittedly, there are a lot of strange things here, and it's impolite to listen in on other people's conversations in an elevator, but Hope can't help it because of the mention of a word that means something completely different in his world - Ragnarok. From where he's standing in front of the elevator control panel, he turns around to ask...only to see what looks like a fight.]

...Uh.

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[Hope frowns, looking up.]

...What is that?

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That's Ragnarok. He's... hey, Ragnarok... what did they say you were? In this world... they called you something funny.

I kind of like it, a little. It sounds nicer than "Demon Sword."

[Oh, a Guardian Force - not like Hope really understood the mechanics of that system either. He tilts his head at Crona.]

But it's okay if you have him out all the time? Isn't it draining?

[Not to mention - this Ragnarok didn't seem like any of the Guardian Forces he had seen around.]

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Draining? But Ragnarok... makes me stronger. Right, Ragnarok?

Of course. You're my partner, after all.

[He can't help but feel decidedly like a third wheel in this conversation. Alexander wasn't capable of talking; this was another level altogether.]

Guess it works different in your world, then.

Oh, umm.

[Right, he forgot to ask when he got on. Hope nods to the button panel.]

What floor?

Different...?

Oh! Um, actually I was getting off... sorry. I'm supposed to go find my room now.

Oh, sorry! Was I blocking your way?

[Instantly, Hope jams a finger into the Open Door button, until the elevator stops with a pleasant ding-ding sound, the doors sliding open.]

It's fine. I wouldn't have minded going up again, really.

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Thanks. For opening it. Um...

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Nevermind.

[Allow him to volunteer that information, then. Before the door closes, he speaks up.]

It's Hope.

[An encouraging smile. She seemed the shy type - even more withdrawn that Hope sometimes was.]

That's Ragnarok, right?

[He nods respectfully at it, even if it was calling him names a moment ago, and looks back down at the girl.]

And you're...?

Hope...?

Hey, be quiet!

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He's Ragnarok, my weapon partner. I'm... Crona. Demon Sword meister, Crona.

[He's caught between smiling back at Chrona and frowning up at Ragnarok. It wasn't a name he had been particularly proud of at the beginning, but it was one of the few lingering things his mother gave him, and he had grown into the title, besides.]

It's not a girl's name where I come from.

[Besides, Ragnarok was the name of a world-ending monster with a million arms where he came from, and this guardian force certainly didn't fit that bill.]

Nice to meet you, Chrona.

Nice to meet you, too...

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Now, just... A207.

...

[ There's something you don't see every day. He pauses on his way to the cafeteria to observe the spectacle. He's not as surprised as one probably should be to see a blob coming out of some girl's back (guy's? it has pink hair- must be a girl). What can he say, nothing much surprises him anymore. ]

Talk about back problems...

[ He leans to the side, watching it unceremoniously molest her face. I guess he could help... maybe...nah. ]

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There any other freaky black blobs popping out of cute girl's backs around here I should know about?

[ That means he's looking at you, pal. Unlike the others that have happened upon Ragnarok, he might just be cracking his knuckles and anticipating a fight. Where he comes from, this kind of thing usually means possession or worse. Whatever, if he kicked the crap out of it that girl would be all "Ooh Mr. Yuri, thank you for saving me!", right? ]

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Stop pushing my nose! Stop pulling on my face! Ragnarok, quit it, it hurts!

Alright, c'mere, you--

[ The promise of saved damsel syndrome is pretty much all that motivates Yuri to actually get off his ass and help Crona, though she likely doesn't need it. What can he say, he's a stand-up guy.

He takes a swing at the thing while it's busy yanking at her face. No sense in waiting. ]

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I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't do it again!

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--Oops.

[ Guess he won't be getting any "YOU'RE SO BRAVE MR. YURI"s after all. He shakes his fist out and goes over to offer her a hand up. ]

Sorry, girlie. Didn't mean to hit ya.

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...I don't know how to deal with this... that hurt...

Hey now, I apologized, give me a break. Not like I usually go 'round smacking girls around.

[ Well he's not just gonna stand there holding it out forever. He pulls his hand back and moves to stand with his hands on his hips instead. ]

Does that thing ever shut up?

Ragnarok, quit it...

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This is my partner, Ragnarok. You were... trying to hit him, I think? You don't need to. It's okay.

Hey you, can it. If you had my soul you'd just get the runs.

[ He looks back at the girl thing and shrugs. ]

You like bein' treated like that? Hey, whatever floats your boat...

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...he's my partner.

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My weapon. Even if he is mean to me most of the time.

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Your weapon, huh? Now that's interesting.

[ A beat. ]

More interesting than likin' being smacked around, at least. What's it do? Other than blab.

[ He leans away a little when Ragnarok starts going at her face again. Well, she said it was fine, so... still, it's weird and he doesn't really want any part of it. ]

He's a sword.

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But... people are calling him a GF...? I'm not sure what one of those is.

Neither. Guess it must be a local thing. Hey, look at it this way, you got an edge in this world with that nasty thing on your back.

Ragnarok... quiet, please? So, this person isn't from here either...

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Well... I should go and find my room now.

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[ He gives Ragnarok a dirty look, but keeps his fists to himself for the moment, instead addressing the moeblob. He nods. ]

Don't let me keep ya.

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Crona o1: New School = Scary

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hahaha i always seem to get into fights with your characters.

to be fair, Ragnarok's worse than Espio XD

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omg laaaaate. It's been so hot lately I've had no energy

don't worry about it