Crona o2: am really a shadow kthx

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[Crona's done really well so far! She's attended classes and everything, even wearing the uniform and trying to look like part of the crowd. This is pretty good by Crona's standards - there was a point where she needed the company of Maka just to leave her dormitory back at DWMA. She's grown a lot since she first entered DWMA, and has made an

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[nordr]

[ Cloud's making his way through the hallways, rushing between classes, when he almost stumbles over someone sitting against the ground. They're obviously distressed, and while it's not really Cloud's place to interfere, he can't very well ignore them entirely ]

Everything okay down there?

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[OH GOD WAT there's a person talking. Is he talking to her? Is it someone she recognises? She briefly tilts her face to take a look, before burying it again upon discovering that no, it's not someone she knows.

Does she answer him? ...not for a moment, but then...]

I don't know what to do.

[nordr]

Oh. [ Cloud furrows his brow, briefly glancing around, as if he's actually going to spot something that will help in this situation. Of course, he finds nothing, and it takes him a while to say something more ] Are you lost... ?

[scream_resonate]

[He's still here? Crona thought he'd left before she'd mumbled anything.]

No... I know where I'm supposed to be, but...

[eggplantallergy]

[Kamui was on his way to DEF 101 when he spotted a purple mound on the floor. It was strange to see, since he initially thought he was the only one with purple hair! He went over to kneel down next to the person.]

Are you alright?

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[He's too close. Crona, despite her crouched position, leans in closer to the wall to get away, then takes a quick peek at the stranger. Oh... it was a person with a lot of hair.

She doesn't answer, however.]

[eggplantallergy]

[When he didn't receive an answer, that only made him more concerned, but the tiny peek was a start. He sits down as well, legs crossed. Kamui wasn't budging until there was an answer!] They don't look too sick...

[He tries a new approach after a moment of thought.] ...are you having trouble in school?

[hellhowl]

[ Vincent has already taken to escaping up the stairwells to avoid the crowding between classes; he'd rather be a few minutes late than crushed between all those warm bodies bumping him back and forth like a pinball. The fact that there's someone else up here is unusual in and of itself, giving him an excuse to investigate the little tightly curled ball of gloom. ]

You're hiding?

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[Crona flinches at the unfamiliar, deep voice, and only barely manages to peek up at the source. ...dark. Very dark. That was... good, maybe - Crona liked dark. That didn't mean she particularly liked strangers though.]

Maybe...

[hellhowl]

[ That isn't a question one should answer with "maybe." ]

From what?

[scream_resonate]

[Maybe is easier than yes or no. Crona's little ball of gloom becomes a little smaller as she pulls her knees in tighter.]

Everything.