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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

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[inimicous]

[ Justin's not digging the carnival setting, but he went anyway for the sake of investigating. He happens to be near the game booth when he spots the familiar pink-head from a distance. Because he approaches from behind, he fails to read Crona's lips, and he can't hear Ragnarok to begin with. ]

You're a Shibusen student.

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[Tensing from the mention of Shibusen, Crona wonders with horror if whoever said that heard what they said. There's a delayed moment before Crona hesitantly turns around to partially look at who spoke to them.]

Sh-Shibusen..?

What's it to you?

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[ Luckily for Crona, he didn't hear a word and thinks that might be normal behavior from this one, all jittery and whatnot. Does this priest look familiar to you? ]

You were the one at the Czech Republic with Spirit-san's daughter and her partner.

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W-with Maka...?

[They think quietly for a moment before remembering a certain village.]

I...I-I remember...

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I didn't think a student would be here, of all places.

[ That's said more to himself before he fully directs his attention to Crona ( . . . and Ragnarok) again. He nods. Yes, of course you'd remember. ]

Are there any others?

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N-No....

[Crona gaze slides away. Despite this is the first person from their world they've really seen this guy was still a Death Scythe; or at least that's what Maka had said before. They'll have to be much more careful with what they say.]

Feh! Even if they were here we wouldn't hang out with those losers.

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[inimicous]

[ No? Hm, and to think this child seemed so attached to Spirit's daughter. Justin doesn't give it a thought, for now. What he does give thought to is his old order of protecting the students -- that ought to apply here, all things considered. ]

I see. Then I'll simply have to secure your safety for the duration of your stay.

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E-eh..?

We don't need your damned help!

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[inimicous]

As a trial student of Shibusen, your well-being is priority. That is what Shinigami-sama would want.

[ Just. Unintentionally ignoring Ragnarok. ]

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Tell 'em, Crona! We're doing just fine on our own in this stupid place!

U-uhm... We... I-I...

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[ He waits patiently for a response. He can do this all day long, so Crona's not going to be free of him anytime soon. ]

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[Which was the right response? Say no and raise some suspicion somehow that could eventually lead that they're spying for the snake witch? Or agree and then they slip up somehow and get found out anyway? Unnerved by the staring, Crona looks away at a far booth before realizing Medusa could be out there.]

O...O-okay...

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[inimicous]

[ Because of that intent staring of his, he manages to catch the word that's barely there. He looks pleased, then turns his head to see what Crona's looking at -- just to be sure there's nothing strange in that direction. ]

Are you looking for someone?

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N-n-no!

There's no one here worth looking for among all these dumbasses!

[Crona quickly looks away at something closer which is unfortunately the game booth with the black dragon plush prizes. Ragnarok on the other hand looks towards one of the booths that has food. He wasn't about to rat out that the witch he feared was probably skulking around.]

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[inimicous]

[ Justin, on the other hand, keeps his gaze on the two. This seems to be what they're like on a regular basis, if just a tad more jittery from the atmosphere of the carnival. He doesn't suspect anything, for now. If they keep it up afterward, who knows if he will.

He asks, curiously: ] Does the carnival interest you?

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I... I-I don't know how to deal w-with carnivals...

It's nothing special.