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Who: Crona and Ragnarok, Remus Lupin. Open if you wanna thread with Crona and run away as fast as possible prior to her run-in with Lupin.
What: Crona doesn't handle the Minus Wave very well. It makes her fall back into her old ways...
Where: Desert
When: Dark Hour
Crona had made a lot of progress since she became a Shibusen student. True, she had still done some horrible things, even betraying those who had become dear friends to her, and she had never truly forgiven herself for that weakness. However, with so much support from her new-found friends, those who understood her, Crona had finally been able to fight back against that woman who used and continued to use her as a tool.
She'd brought the lessons she had learned with her to this place. She tried not to hurt anyone, and she tried not to hide in the corner all the time - she had to speak up for herself, think for herself. But... it was so hard.
The hardest time of all was the Dark Hour. It reminded her too much of those days - the feeling of a voice commanding you to do horrible things, while you didn't realise just how horrible they were and could not control yourself. She had taken to retreating to the desert each night, far away from anyone she could hurt. She didn't do that kind of thing anymore! But no matter how much Crona tried to convince herself of it, every night she found herself hunting for those weak, inferior people. People she could destroy, so that Ragnarok could devour their souls and she could become a Demon God. Just as Medusa had wanted.
Crona remembered these hours quite clearly - remembered those horrible thoughts, that bloodlust that went even beyond what Medusa had pushed upon her. She hated it! She wished she could be like some of the other people here - that she could just sleep through it.
She was sat, hugging her knees up to her chest, when the Dark Hour hit and she - as she had come to call this - lost herself.
"Ragnarok," Crona called upon her weapon, as she stood upright, eyes rapidly scanning the environment. There was nobody to be seen as the sword materialised in her hand. "Why do you have to be so small?" she complained. Ragnarok had been so much bigger and much more powerful before all those souls they had collected were taken away. "You should work harder."
"I don't need to hear that from you!" Ragnarok protested. "This stupid hour does weird things to you! How dare you talk to me like that?! Like I'll take that kind of thing from a wimp like you! Don't think you'll go without punishment!"
"Heh, but don't you want to get stronger too?
"Gupi..."
Geez, Crona wasn't the only one who hated this hour. From Ragnarok's point of view, he'd rather come to enjoy the laid-back life with a Crona at ease. He got to be lazy, eat good food, and torment all the idiots Crona had befriended. Every time the Dark Hour hit, though, Crona suddenly became more... demanding. Sure, it shook things up a bit, but as Crona dragged the sword across the sandy ground in her search for a hapless human, Ragnarok couldn't help but wish his master got the sleep she wanted.
What: Crona doesn't handle the Minus Wave very well. It makes her fall back into her old ways...
Where: Desert
When: Dark Hour
Crona had made a lot of progress since she became a Shibusen student. True, she had still done some horrible things, even betraying those who had become dear friends to her, and she had never truly forgiven herself for that weakness. However, with so much support from her new-found friends, those who understood her, Crona had finally been able to fight back against that woman who used and continued to use her as a tool.
She'd brought the lessons she had learned with her to this place. She tried not to hurt anyone, and she tried not to hide in the corner all the time - she had to speak up for herself, think for herself. But... it was so hard.
The hardest time of all was the Dark Hour. It reminded her too much of those days - the feeling of a voice commanding you to do horrible things, while you didn't realise just how horrible they were and could not control yourself. She had taken to retreating to the desert each night, far away from anyone she could hurt. She didn't do that kind of thing anymore! But no matter how much Crona tried to convince herself of it, every night she found herself hunting for those weak, inferior people. People she could destroy, so that Ragnarok could devour their souls and she could become a Demon God. Just as Medusa had wanted.
Crona remembered these hours quite clearly - remembered those horrible thoughts, that bloodlust that went even beyond what Medusa had pushed upon her. She hated it! She wished she could be like some of the other people here - that she could just sleep through it.
She was sat, hugging her knees up to her chest, when the Dark Hour hit and she - as she had come to call this - lost herself.
"Ragnarok," Crona called upon her weapon, as she stood upright, eyes rapidly scanning the environment. There was nobody to be seen as the sword materialised in her hand. "Why do you have to be so small?" she complained. Ragnarok had been so much bigger and much more powerful before all those souls they had collected were taken away. "You should work harder."
"I don't need to hear that from you!" Ragnarok protested. "This stupid hour does weird things to you! How dare you talk to me like that?! Like I'll take that kind of thing from a wimp like you! Don't think you'll go without punishment!"
"Heh, but don't you want to get stronger too?
"Gupi..."
Geez, Crona wasn't the only one who hated this hour. From Ragnarok's point of view, he'd rather come to enjoy the laid-back life with a Crona at ease. He got to be lazy, eat good food, and torment all the idiots Crona had befriended. Every time the Dark Hour hit, though, Crona suddenly became more... demanding. Sure, it shook things up a bit, but as Crona dragged the sword across the sandy ground in her search for a hapless human, Ragnarok couldn't help but wish his master got the sleep she wanted.