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



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

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[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?

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Different...?

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

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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.]

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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.

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[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...?

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Hope...?



Hey, be quiet!

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

[fleeorflight.livejournal.com]

[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.

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Nice to meet you, too...

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Now, just... A207.

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