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Characters: Crona and Y'ALL~
Setting: Room 1-01.
Format: Either or, starting prose~
Summary: Cro decides to be an idiot, then scream about it.
Warnings: Warnings for paper-cutting. It, uh. Makes more sense in context.
Waking up in a strange, new place was pretty...bad. But for someone who went through life with bad things happening nearly all the time, Crona hadn't completely panicked upon waking up in a weird collar and a strange room, with notes about world destruction. For all Cro knew, this might have been some weird prank by the others, or a weird class assignment, or who the heck knew knowing DWMA, so it was a conscious effort to try and appear calm. The rail-thin moeblob wasn't doing the best job of it, but they were trying.
Crona had discarded thecondom suit and was pulling their dress on when something very, very abnormal occurred to them.
"...R-Ragnarok?" The sword never passed up an opportunity to harass Crona while dressing. The barely held back worry began to seep out, and Crona looked around, grabbed the paper, and with no sense of abandon, slashed their wrist with it.
The usual black blood dripped out, but no angry sword bitching about Crona doing something stupid. No pushing noses or pulling hair. The blood didn't even harden.
So, yeah. Chrona screamed. This was a situation that called for it, because the demon sword that had been in their blood for all their memory suddenly seemed to be absent.
Setting: Room 1-01.
Format: Either or, starting prose~
Summary: Cro decides to be an idiot, then scream about it.
Warnings: Warnings for paper-cutting. It, uh. Makes more sense in context.
Waking up in a strange, new place was pretty...bad. But for someone who went through life with bad things happening nearly all the time, Crona hadn't completely panicked upon waking up in a weird collar and a strange room, with notes about world destruction. For all Cro knew, this might have been some weird prank by the others, or a weird class assignment, or who the heck knew knowing DWMA, so it was a conscious effort to try and appear calm. The rail-thin moeblob wasn't doing the best job of it, but they were trying.
Crona had discarded the
"...R-Ragnarok?" The sword never passed up an opportunity to harass Crona while dressing. The barely held back worry began to seep out, and Crona looked around, grabbed the paper, and with no sense of abandon, slashed their wrist with it.
The usual black blood dripped out, but no angry sword bitching about Crona doing something stupid. No pushing noses or pulling hair. The blood didn't even harden.
So, yeah. Chrona screamed. This was a situation that called for it, because the demon sword that had been in their blood for all their memory suddenly seemed to be absent.
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[One thing at a time. Crona gripped their wrist, frowning at the wrapping before picking their head up, standing at full height.]
Um, th-thank you, but...he, he lives inside me. He won't come out. This has never happened before...
[The world nonsense didn't seem to be as important to them, at least.]
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The tower most likely removed him.
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[Crona, at least, was finally calming down, though they were hunching inward on their wrist.]
...u-um, where am I? I read the letter, but...
[Well, they couldn't reread it with the whole "black blood" on it.]
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...have you heard anything about Meisters and Weapons being here?
[Cro doubted it from the way the letter sounded, but it was best to get confirmation first, before assuming this was some weird Lady Medusa plan or something.]
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...so I'm the only one...?
[Crona hung their head awkwardly, glancing back at Kan before mumbling.]
Um, I'm Crona.
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Nice to meet you Crona, I'm Kanaya.
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[Crona dawdled their fingers even more.]
Meisters weild weapons, I'm one. But yeah uh, weapons are people who, become weapons? I...I have a weapon in my blood. My blood's black, ya know?
[Cro's pupils seemed to dilate and zip around a bit at that last comment.]
We...um, I'm a student. At an academy for, learning this stuff. We fight to stop the spread of Kishin and madness in the world.
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[Crona looked a bit flustered, but considering the circumstances, they weren't spazzing out totally and scurrying to a corner?]
DWMA's in Death City- we learn a lot there, like how to hunt kishin and to utilize our partners. [The last question seemed to stick to Crona's guts, however.] Um...the kishin...is the embodiment of madness and chaos. I-I'd rather not talk about that...