3rd Soul | Did you know my blood is black?

[42_passes]

[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.]

Comments

[42_passes]

[Crona just gives the old man a confused look, as if the concept of what he's talking about really isn't clicking. The kid lived with years of a psychotic mother doing what she wants with the both of them...so it's really just a normal, every day thing.]

I'm not going to tell him that, stop it.

[It didn't appear Crona was speaking to the old man, that time.]

[hell_wheel]

[This kid was interesting all right, and cryptic comments like that make it all the better.]

Oh, does Ragnorak have something to say?

[42_passes]

[Crona just shakes that head, tossling that uneven mop around. Hell no the kid is not repeating that.]

[hell_wheel]

Good.

Another time, another place, I'd offer you a solution to what plagues you. A costly one, but still a solution.

Here, you're going to have to figure it out yourself it seems.

I'd be interested in seeing if you do.

[42_passes]

It's not really a problem...but...what kind of cost would it be?

[Oh...Crona's just curious now. Ragnarok is NEVER seen as a problem...but now the kid's curiosity is piqued.]

[hell_wheel]

The cost is your eternal soul, when you eventually pass away.

For that price, you could punish one person of your choice for eternity.

Though, this town is strange, so it's doubtful we'll get the chance.

[42_passes]

Oh...I don't think that's anything I need.

[hell_wheel]

I sometimes wonder what it'd be like if more people said that.

[42_passes]

People don't...usually say that?

[hell_wheel]

People are foolish and short sighted.

They usually look for the easy way out.

[42_passes]

There's an easy way?

[Yea, this kid has never had an "easy" option for anything.]

[hell_wheel]

There is, if you are willing to put your fate in another's hands and ignore the consequences.

[42_passes]

That doesn't sound very easy...

[Because this is what describes Crona's life.]

[hell_wheel]

As easy as typing a name and saying "yes".

[42_passes]

That doesn't make any sense at all...

[hell_wheel]

And taking orders from something inside you does?

[42_passes]

Um...yes?

[Crona hopes that's the right answer.]

[hell_wheel]

I see.

Well, then. You come from someplace strange I suppose.

[42_passes]

[Not as strange as it seems...it's just normal for Crona specifically.]

I...guess so.

[Now the kid looks to be feeling bad. So useless that Crona just seems strange to people.]

[hell_wheel]

Probably for the best, anyways.

[42_passes]

[Crona just gives the old man a confused look.]

[hell_wheel]

I would hate to be normal to a place like this.

[42_passes]

I guess so. Being not normal isn't very fun sometimes, though.

[hell_wheel]

I suppose not. Still, you do not have a choice in that, do you?

Everything has it's own purpose, though.

[42_passes]

[Crona just stares sadly at the ground. Everything might have a purpose...but Crona's own purpose is simply failure, it seems.]