[Intro Log]

[daddyscythe]

Characters: OPEN to new arrivals, NPCS, and volunteer guests. Open to everyone after Soul Perception.
Where: En route to Casualty Communal
Rating: Gen
Time: December 7 onwards [special case of forward dating]
Description: A deluge happens.

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AROUND SHIBUSEN [Open to New guests + NPCs + Volunteers]

[callmecrona]

Considering that this was the... third? Fourth? time in a row that the kid was doing this, most people should have been comfortable with it by now. Unfortunately, Crona was not exactly like most people - despite the number of times s/he had already did this, it was still impossible to keep out the fear, apprehension and nervousness that came everytime the kid did this. The fact that s/he always needed to see new people everytime s/he was doing this wasn’t exactly helping either - for Crona, familiarity was the best thing for the kid; something that couldn’t be available right now, what with BREW doing its near-constant thing

[flowering_tea]

Shuurei was a bit startled by the creature’s snappish reply. She had just been wondering if it might be something like the Censorate which she worked for back home, investigating corruption and wrongdoing, but perhaps not. Maybe, it was more like an army?

“Okay…”

[callmecrona]

[OOC: Just moving down here to keep things moving properly, hope that's okay!]

[vimmdrnuddma]

Paine had the same question, but the other girl asked it first. Paine wasn't sure about the messenger (everything around here was strange compared to Spira, the worlds she'd left), but talk of training and a functioning security force spoke to her warrior's spirit.

"What's the guy like who runs the Watch?"

[callmecrona]

"Hell if we know," was Ragnarok's reply, eyes somehow managing to narrow as he spoke. "The Watch ain't our concern."

What was more important was preparing Crona for the kid's first official mission for Shibusen. Everything else was pretty much secondary, including the other guest who was now promptly ignore since there was nothing else to say to her.

[vimmdrnuddma]

[OOC; sorry for the thread jump]

That was a good enough answer for Paine. Id had been worth a shot. If the kid and the perching creature didn't have any answers, she would just have to find out the information herself.

[flowering_tea]

Shuurei still found the creature strange but decided to just move on and catch up with the rest of the tour group.

[dead_black_eyes]

L wasn't used to being one of many. He was more accustomed to being special, being raised above ordinary conventions and separated from ordinary circumstances, allowed to survive and thrive under his own terms (and those of his caretaker, of course.) He did his best to objectively absorb the information as it was presented to him; he wasn't as lost and overwhelmed as he'd felt in the Kishin chamber, that was getting better, at least, but touring the campus of Shibusen presented its own set of brand new problems.

In a way, this part of the tour prompted impatience on his part. He was more than intelligent, he was brilliant, capable of so much more than most individuals. His mind was a steel trap, and his reasoning was sharp and quick, he didn't have to go to school. His attention went towards profiling the guide for this part. A kid. Gender difficult to determine. S/he seemed nervous, and L wasn't sure whether it was appropriate to be annoyed or comforted by that. He consciously settled on something between the two, and as between-

[callmecrona]

Ah--

A question. And a sudden one too, at that. Crona had to pause, not quite sure how to react to the guest's rather pushy attitude - although seeing at the question was about him, Ragnarok decided to speak up instead, all but glaring at the guest due to how he had asked the question.

"I'm Raganrok, the strongest Weapon that you'll ever see!" Or so he said anyway while flailing his tiny little arms. "So learn some manners or be sorry!"

[dead_black_eyes]

Sudden, direct, and blunt were words commonly applied to L by those who have had the misfortune honor of speaking with him face to face. These incidents were rare enough that L himself didn't have much of a concept of how to behave in this type of situation. He ignored the people around him, treating it like it was a one-on-one conversation between himself and the kid.

But the "thing" on the kid's head was the one who answered him.

"That's probably really cute," he said, in a voice that heavily implied to some small child somewhere, but not me. "What is it, then? A puppet? Are you throwing your voice? I'll admit that it's fairly impressive."

[callmecrona]

Crona, being the social failure that the kid was, didn't really understand what was it that the guest was implying. Ragnarok did though, and instantly flew into a rage at being called a puppet of all things. Damnit, he wasn't a puppet! If anything, that would be Crona, and not him!

"I'm Crona's Weapon!" he snapped back, eyes narrowing now. "Not a puppet! Learn some manners before I beat them into you!"

[dead_black_eyes]

The kid seemed largely unresponsive, or, at the very least, immobile. Discouraged, perhaps... emotion and discomfort were not often easily detected by L. Hours of analysis on motives were one thing, but face-to-face interactions were another, entirely. Usually leaving people with the impression that he was confrontational and abrasive.

They wouldn't be far off.

"Really," he asked, eyes wide and curious. "How are you doing that? I have to know. It's well-done ventriloquism, but the movements are what is intriguing me."

[callmecrona]

This really wasn't funny. Ragnarok wasn't happy at all that he was being ignored from such a puny human, and it really wasn't amusing. The human needed to know just who was boss!

"Stop ignoring me, you stupid human!" Ragnarok snapped out, waving his arms again. "I'm nobody's puppet!" And as if from an afterthought the Weapon promptly noogied his Meister (to the kid's own cry of protest), clearly unhappy with the situation. "Tell that to him, Crona!"

[dead_black_eyes]

L couldn't help it. Despite himself and his initial annoyance, he was being entertained. It was absurd, but not the sort of thing that hadn't been done before, a ventriloquist using his puppet to beat on himself.

"Do you have a tip jar or something?"

[callmecrona]

No, there were no tip jars around, just mainly Ragnarok still being pissed and Crona still being bullied by his/her own Weapon. It was going to go on for a bit more, unless somebody did something or stepped in.

[dead_black_eyes]

It was a good show, L thought, but he was too intelligent to find mindless slapstick enthralling for more than a minute or so. He ventured a little closer.

"Your act is good, but it's starting to get a little repetitive," he suggested helpfully. "Maybe throw in some witty repartee, you know?"