Crona o1: New School = Scary

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[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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[ ... 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.

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[ 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. ]

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Um. Hi...?

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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?

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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.

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[ 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.

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[ 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.

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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...

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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]