Constructive Criticism? Plotting Ideas? Just want to pick on Crona? You know the drill, lovies~

[Crona is walking in the mansion, wringing their hands endlessly and looking around nervously. They had to leave their room; they couldn't stand hiding in there anymore. They were hungry. Both Ragnarok and Crona were beyond hungry. The sharpened fangs that Crona discovered yesterday horrified them to no end but... they had to go out. Yeah, ( Read more... )

[There's a long pause when Crona switches on the communicator. It was one of the few intentional network posts they've done in a while.]

...I...I-I think I... I saw another m-me...

[When the device switches on, it shows a feed looking up at Crona from the garden bench they're sitting on, twiddling their thumbs in distracted thought with the communicator beside them. It was nicer out than it had been since winter started and it seemed like a good place to sit and think... before they were startled from Ragnarok punching them ( Read more... )

Hey! Hey, you dumbasses out there!

[A pair of uncertain hands try to grab the communicator but Ragnarok stretches away and holds it away, the screen showing a horrified Crona.]

R-Ragnarok n-no! G-Give that back, d-don't yell at--[While Ragnarok is telling Crona off, he's turning the video back to his small form to he can yell at everyone else in ( Read more... )

Stop stalling and move it, Crona! I wanna go over there!

B-but those-...Th-they have masks j-just like the v-... v-vendors...

So? Come on!

[The sounds of the carnival take over the audio as Crona tries to slink their way through the set-ups, trying not to look at anyone as they pass by before they stop at one of the game booths.]

What? Why'd ( Read more... )

[Crona is outside at the vendors stalls wearing a long black coat with red mittens on their hands and a red scarf wrapped around their neck and part of their face. They are trying not to look absolutely terrified as they try to look at a few items on display. Their eyes shift nervously from the items on the tables to the vendors, finding their ( Read more... )

[Crona is sitting in the middle of the room they've temporarily used, the stocking with their name on it on the floor and a green and white striped tie is clutched tightly in gloved fingers close to their face. They try to hold back a whimper that's working its way out of their throat, keeping their eyes shut as they remember the home they left ( Read more... )

Hurry up, Crona! You're so slow!

[Crona stumbles along one of the hallways, Ragnarok the sock puppet on one of their hands seems to be pulling them along.]

I-I don't think this is a g-good idea--

[The scary sock puppet stops 'pulling' and turns to glare at his meister.]

You want another punch!?

N-No I-I-I just m-mean--

Then move![Crona yelps ( Read more... )

[Standing on the roof of the mansion, Crona is looking at nothing in particular as they think about home. Medusa's return, the Kishin driving the world to insanity, even betraying Miss Marie by contaminating her tea. ...Who knew if Death City or Wonderland was better ( Read more... )