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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 the condom 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 condom 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.