mayfield_rpg | 3rd Soul | Did you know my blood is black?

[Action | 945 Beulah]

[Crona isn't really sure why there was something in the mail that had such a simple and unexpected name scrawled across it. Why would Crona be getting anything in the mail?

So, instead of immediately opening it, Crona has had it sitting in the room for a while. Every day, the poor child will just stare it it for a long while before finally leaving it to sit. But today...it will be opened. It had been made pretty obvious to Crona just how messed up this place is, after getting sick, dying, coming back to life, getting droned for not going to school...yea. The package is frightening.

Taking a moment to steel the mind, Crona finally cautiously opens the package. All that's in the package is a card...a card that is simply completely jet black. Upon picking it up to examine it, though, BURNING FIRE suddenly runs through every vein in Crona's body.

Crona drops the card, slumps to the ground, and screams. The sensation of searing hot fire moves through Crona's entire lithe form, causing the child to double over, only able to continue to groan and scream.

When it's over...Crona will be greeted by a familiar internal voice. One that'll bring at least a little bit of comfort...for about five seconds.]

[Action | The Church]

[Crona's trying as hard as possible to adjust, but the poor kid just keeps popping up in the church. It feels familiar at least, serves as a reminder to the first encounter with Maka. At least this time, though, the child doesn't look quite as distraught sitting in an out of the way location. There's less staring at the floor, instead Crona's eyes are flitting about the room, taking in the sorts of people that come and go.

Occasionally, though, Crona will speak softly to nobody in particular...as if the strange child is actually talking to someone else.]

[Action | Make-out Point]

[Of course, Crona has no idea what this spot in town is named or what that name implies. All Crona really knows is that the place is nice and secluded...secluded enough so the strange child can have a nice one-way sounding conversation with nobody at all. Nobody apparent, at least.]

Noooo, you can't do that. [...] You weren't even here when I got here. [...] Noooo...I don't knowwww. [...] You can't come out right now, so you can't hit me. [...] Nooooooo....donnnnt...

[Feel free to walk in on the child's...odd conversation.]

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[The strange old man is still wandering about town. He likes keeping on the move.

Hearing the voice, though, he wonders if someone has a cell phone. That one sided conversation reminds him of so many kids.]

Hello, it sounds like someone got back...

....

[He pauses. Wait a second. There is no cell phone, is there?]

[Yep, Crona's just sitting there with that forehead against the knees. Seems the kid didn't even hear what the old man said.]

I didn't get lost. [...] I was going back like she said! Everybody says you just wake up here. It's too weird.

[...] Some of my...friends...are here too. [...] I don't knoowwww...

[This isn't too strange to one who travels back and forth to hell.

That said, he totally misinterprets what is happening. Not realizing what Crona is.

Putting a hand on Crona's shoulder.]

[You've probably never seen a kid jump like this. It's almost as if Crona's entire body just popped up from the ground as if it were on a spring. Immediately, the child's lithe form scrambles away from the touch and the terrified gaze of a young child is now staring up toward the one who committed such an assault.]

Please don't touch me!

Very well.

[He watches the child.

Nightmares? Or some other torment. Wanyudo is used to torment of the mind and soul. Though that's not what this is, exactly, either.]

You seem troubled this night.

I'm not troubled...

[Well, no more troubled than the near mad child ever is.]

You are arguing with someone.

[Wanyudo figured the child was just arguing with voices created by the mind.]

[Well, it's really no use hiding Ragnarok. When he's capable he'll materialize anyway.]

I was talking to Ragnarok.

Ragnarok?

Who is that?

[Glancing around, because you never know who could be hiding in the shadows.]

In...my body.

[Crona even seemed reluctant to reveal that much, but still spit it out regardless.]

Your... body?

[That was an odd answer. Though, now he is recalling a time Ai was in someone's body.]

That must be complicated.

Not...really. He's always been there.

And he doesn't listen to you?

He does...sometimes.

That's good.

[He still isn't sure.]

It is your body, after all.

It's not just mine.

[Coming from a poor child that really has no concept of possessing anything whatsoever.]

I suppose that could be true, but it is yours originally.

[Crona just gives the old man a helpless and confused look. Saying such things implies Crona had a choice over everything that's happened and that...just doesn't process in the child's mind.]

[He speaks low. Wanyudo is great at not helping sometimes.]

You will either take control or accept whatever fate has for you.

Try asking hits Ragnorak if it is okay with letting this town do what it wants to you and to it. I doubt it'll get off easy from what I hear.

[Crona just gives the old man a confused look, as if the concept of what he's talking about really isn't clicking. The kid lived with years of a psychotic mother doing what she wants with the both of them...so it's really just a normal, every day thing.]

I'm not going to tell him that, stop it.

[It didn't appear Crona was speaking to the old man, that time.]

[This kid was interesting all right, and cryptic comments like that make it all the better.]

Oh, does Ragnorak have something to say?

[Crona just shakes that head, tossling that uneven mop around. Hell no the kid is not repeating that.]

Good.

Another time, another place, I'd offer you a solution to what plagues you. A costly one, but still a solution.

Here, you're going to have to figure it out yourself it seems.

I'd be interested in seeing if you do.

It's not really a problem...but...what kind of cost would it be?

[Oh...Crona's just curious now. Ragnarok is NEVER seen as a problem...but now the kid's curiosity is piqued.]

The cost is your eternal soul, when you eventually pass away.

For that price, you could punish one person of your choice for eternity.

Though, this town is strange, so it's doubtful we'll get the chance.

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