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mayfield_rpg2012-04-22 09:58 pm
42_passes) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-04-22 09:58 pm
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3rd Soul | Did you know my blood is black?
[Action | 945 Beulah]
[Crona isn't really sure why there was something in the mail that had such a simple and unexpected name scrawled across it. Why would Crona be getting anything in the mail?
So, instead of immediately opening it, Crona has had it sitting in the room for a while. Every day, the poor child will just stare it it for a long while before finally leaving it to sit. But today...it will be opened. It had been made pretty obvious to Crona just how messed up this place is, after getting sick, dying, coming back to life, getting droned for not going to school...yea. The package is frightening.
Taking a moment to steel the mind, Crona finally cautiously opens the package. All that's in the package is a card...a card that is simply completely jet black. Upon picking it up to examine it, though, BURNING FIRE suddenly runs through every vein in Crona's body.
Crona drops the card, slumps to the ground, and screams. The sensation of searing hot fire moves through Crona's entire lithe form, causing the child to double over, only able to continue to groan and scream.
When it's over...Crona will be greeted by a familiar internal voice. One that'll bring at least a little bit of comfort...for about five seconds.]
[Action | The Church]
[Crona's trying as hard as possible to adjust, but the poor kid just keeps popping up in the church. It feels familiar at least, serves as a reminder to the first encounter with Maka. At least this time, though, the child doesn't look quite as distraught sitting in an out of the way location. There's less staring at the floor, instead Crona's eyes are flitting about the room, taking in the sorts of people that come and go.
Occasionally, though, Crona will speak softly to nobody in particular...as if the strange child is actually talking to someone else.]
[Action | Make-out Point]
[Of course, Crona has no idea what this spot in town is named or what that name implies. All Crona really knows is that the place is nice and secluded...secluded enough so the strange child can have a nice one-way sounding conversation with nobody at all. Nobody apparent, at least.]
Noooo, you can't do that. [...] You weren't even here when I got here. [...] Noooo...I don't knowwww. [...] You can't come out right now, so you can't hit me. [...] Nooooooo....donnnnt...
[Feel free to walk in on the child's...odd conversation.]
[Crona isn't really sure why there was something in the mail that had such a simple and unexpected name scrawled across it. Why would Crona be getting anything in the mail?
So, instead of immediately opening it, Crona has had it sitting in the room for a while. Every day, the poor child will just stare it it for a long while before finally leaving it to sit. But today...it will be opened. It had been made pretty obvious to Crona just how messed up this place is, after getting sick, dying, coming back to life, getting droned for not going to school...yea. The package is frightening.
Taking a moment to steel the mind, Crona finally cautiously opens the package. All that's in the package is a card...a card that is simply completely jet black. Upon picking it up to examine it, though, BURNING FIRE suddenly runs through every vein in Crona's body.
Crona drops the card, slumps to the ground, and screams. The sensation of searing hot fire moves through Crona's entire lithe form, causing the child to double over, only able to continue to groan and scream.
When it's over...Crona will be greeted by a familiar internal voice. One that'll bring at least a little bit of comfort...for about five seconds.]
[Action | The Church]
[Crona's trying as hard as possible to adjust, but the poor kid just keeps popping up in the church. It feels familiar at least, serves as a reminder to the first encounter with Maka. At least this time, though, the child doesn't look quite as distraught sitting in an out of the way location. There's less staring at the floor, instead Crona's eyes are flitting about the room, taking in the sorts of people that come and go.
Occasionally, though, Crona will speak softly to nobody in particular...as if the strange child is actually talking to someone else.]
[Action | Make-out Point]
[Of course, Crona has no idea what this spot in town is named or what that name implies. All Crona really knows is that the place is nice and secluded...secluded enough so the strange child can have a nice one-way sounding conversation with nobody at all. Nobody apparent, at least.]
Noooo, you can't do that. [...] You weren't even here when I got here. [...] Noooo...I don't knowwww. [...] You can't come out right now, so you can't hit me. [...] Nooooooo....donnnnt...
[Feel free to walk in on the child's...odd conversation.]
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[It almost seems as if Crona thought a kindred spirit had been found for a moment there.]
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Why are you sorry?
[For that matter why would anyone apologize to Crona? That doesn't even make any sense.]
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[Poor kid really doesn't know what to add to that...]
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Um... Would you like some cookies?
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If it's okay...
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... Assuming you aren't allergic to anything.
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Um...I don't know...
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