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 =|]

Comments

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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.

[themalice.livejournal.com]

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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[themalice.livejournal.com]

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. ]

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He's a sword.

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

[themalice.livejournal.com]

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.

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

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

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

don't worry about it

[themalice.livejournal.com]

[ 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.