[ There's sand as far as the eye can see, no signs of life anywhere, save for one. A much smaller Crona is seated on the sand, holding her knees against her chest, a stick sitting at her side. She's seated inside of a circle she's traced in the sand. ]

This is my zone, inside the line.

[ ooc; backdated to during the curse. See this chapter for ( Read more... )

. . . Ch-Christmas Eve was when Maka and I became friends.

I hope she's okay . . .

[ The video opens to reveal an empty corner of a room. After a few seconds, Crona shuffles into view, wearing her usual outfit, only in white, with Ragnarok in sword-form held at her waist by a baldric. She quickly notices the device. ]

A-ah, the light is on again . . .

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Wh-why did so many people come here? A-are they staying for a long time? I-I-I . . . I don't know how to deal with thaaaaaaaaaaaaat . . .

M-mister Corner is mine, so s-stay out, okay . . . ?

[ ooc; anything goes o/ ]

[ It's close to midnight, and something evil's lurking in the dark. Under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart.

... Except then it comes into a light in front of the camera, and it's just Crona, hunched over and shuffling along as usual. Though the accompanying music almost makes it seems like she's dancing. ]A-ah, what does ( Read more... )

. . . . . . . . . . . . I don't know how to deal with thisssssssssss . . .

Makaaaaaaaaaa . . . ? A-are you around here . . . ?

O-oh, h-hello there Mister Corner, I-I didn't expect to see you here . . .

[ ooc; replies should be of the audio or action variety :D ]