Do you know where hell is?

#gettingaheadofherself #oh no problem #ive been doing terrible about prompt replies lately myself oops

Crona flinched as if visibly struck, having the reason for his guilt laid out on the table like that. His eyes remained glued to the floral tablecloth, tracing the designs with his eyes in some attempt to calm down. His mind continued to work frantically behind the black surface of his eyes; Stupid, this was stupid. Should have just walked out. Don't know how to handle this, I don't know how to handle his...

He forced himself to breathe.

"I-I don't... know how to h-h-handle crowds very well," Crona clarified in a small, stammering voice. "A-And s-so many people started joining the c-c-c-club... I d-didn't w-want to r-ruin it for anyone else, so I... I just stopped coming..." He gave a small, nervous laugh as he tried to let himself be influenced by Mami's gentle wavelength. She was kind, even if some of her words rang a little hollow. White lies were fine sometimes.

"F-for me? N-No, I couldn't..." Before Crona could fully deny any kind of charity, he felt the pang of pain that signaled Ragnarok had popped up from his back again, apparently deeming the conversation worthy of his participation now that free food was involved.

"Crona, are you retarded? It's rude refuse an offer like that!" Ragnarok squeaked, altogether too enthusiastic to just be polite."Lady, if you're buyin', we'll take two!"

Meanwhile, Crona blushed scarlet, kind of wanting to melt into the ground and slip into the gutter with the runoff.

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• creative writing: lesson one •

His first plan of action was to seat himself, naturally, at the front of the class, and it was here that he studied the students for the first time - he’d barely cast a glance at any one of them as he ambled in; now, however, he was only keen to allow his gaze to flicker from pupil to pupil, focusing on each for no longer a period of time than a moment. Undeniably, he had seen some things in his time, but this… This, he had to admit, was quite the collection of individuals.

“Now, then. The first matter one should address in this situation will, of course, be addressed first: welcome to creative writing. Whether you’ve studied the subject prior to your arrival here or not, I can’t say that I know - suffice to say - but, nevertheless, whatever your individual case may be, my identity remains the same.”

The number of blank stares that greeted the male’s introduction didn’t faze the neutrality of his expression in the slightest. In fact, he seemed to have no qualms whatsoever in letting his words hang in the air as he took to idly tweaking the unimpressive display that was his desktop: he straightened a pile of papers here, adjusted the positioning of a pencil pot there. Even when he returned his attention to the students, his face betrayed not a hint of him having recognised how long he had allowed the silence to last.

“I shan’t make a slight towards your common sense in stating my intentions here, but, regardless, I am Hiver Laurant. Students are to take turns in introducing themselves, and that will be all for today. Divulge as little - or, indeed, as much - to the class as you see fit, providing that shared information is…appropriate, shall we say, for our learning environment. I’m certain that you’ve had many an opportunity to acquaint yourselves with one another, be that of your own free will or otherwise, so I shall confess now that this is likely more for my benefit than anybody else’s.”

He paused then, lips pursing gently in a contemplative manner as he surveyed the room again. Quite how this would all play out, he honestly hadn’t the faintest idea - but, then again, that hadn’t been a reason to avert his attention to the unknown and unforeseeable before, had it? Oh, never. Bringing his hands together at the fingertips, he tapped his mouth a couple of times as if still musing; but a few seconds later, the idle gesture ceased, and the corners of his lips pulled into a gentle smile.

“…My - I’ve said more than enough already. Henceforth, the figurative stage is yours.”

Oh god, he'd asked him to stand up in front of the class.

Crona's throat closed up on impulse. That was no good, he couldn't handle that. Why couldn't he just write it down or something, then gather up the courage to give it to him later? That was so much simpler, yes, it would be a lot easier to do that. But raising his hand and asking to do that would just draw more attention anyway, wouldn't it? Everyone would whisper about the special kid in the back who asked for ~accomodations,~ and Crona didn't want to be that kid. He didn't want to be any kind of noticeable from the other kids at all, he just wanted to be invisible. But there was no way out of it, was there?

And now, Crona had already spent an awkward amount of time just sitting there shaking in silence, foiling all hopes of not being that kid.

Crona jolted as if he'd been shocked, standing up all at once and tripping so badly around his own spindly legs that he almost fell down again, and that made him just want to crawl under a rock and die. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out for a moment, and he had to compose himself a bit before he finally said his name.

"M-M-M-M-M...My n-n-n-name is C-Crona Makenshi," the demon blade managed to stutter out, all in a rush as he stood, swaying on the spot.

#la-vie-en-mort

An awful lot of people started following you...

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And one stare was simply met with another as the minutes went by!

Really, what a strange human she stumbled upon- his demeanor and the facial expression he wore immediately reminded Koko of how Yuki used to be; closed up, scared of everyone around him, although there seemed to be more about this person that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Nevertheless, pink hues continued to bore into the boy’s; expecting a move to be made, or words to be released, but she was left with nothing (aside from the mental note that they shared the same hair colour- there was really something about this boy! If only he would open up, but perhaps, she could help him do just that if she saw it to be necessary).

” You don’t speak very much, do you? ” amused, a smile lit up her face, her fingers brushing up against the polka-dotted holster on her leg. ” And yet you’re out in the open like this- how brave! Why don’t I do the introductions first, then? I’m Koko! Now, go ahead and tell me your name! “

#kokocabana #im very sorry for being so late ajdksdf;

She wouldn't look away, she wouldn't look away! Every time Crona chanced a glance back at the flower-haired girl, she was still looking at him! Was she even blinking? Weird, that was weird! How was he supposed to deal with someone who didn't even blink? He couldn't, that was the answer, he couldn't deal with it and he didn't know how to even start dealing with it. Everything about this girl was weird, from the flower patterns seemingly embedded in her hair right down to her spacey future boots, and --

Oh, she wanted him to speak now.

She'd called him brave.

Too frightened to deny her, Crona swallowed around the lump in his throat, but it certainly didn't get any easier to speak.

"C...C-C-C...C..." Of course, he couldn't even get out his name without stammering, Typical, Crona, just typical. "C-C... Crona. Crona Makenshi." There we go. Gold star for the special snowflake.

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Rainy Day Café ✿ (Open)

Just a “thank you” would never be enough. Mami had come so close to death once again during the inexplicable body switching that had spread throughout Tancho Academy, and she wanted to repay the girl who had saved her from what could’ve been an incredibly unpleasant end. A homemade peach pie sat cooling in her dorm room’s fridge with a polite ‘hands off’ note beside it. Mami changed into her summer clothes and made her way into the city for the first time in search of other nice things to bring to that girl as way of thanks. A sudden downpour impeded her mission. Mami wasn’t prepared for this about-face in the weather, seeing as the sun had been beating down just minutes earlier and so she took shelter in a nearby café.

…

Mami was now on her second cup of tea and the rain still showed no sign of letting up… At least the tea was good, so good in fact she asked the staff where they bought their stock from and they kindly obliged by writing out directions for her. The tea shop was apparently nearby, Mami made a mental note to visit there before she went back to the dorms.

With the rain came more people and soon the café was packed. Among the crowd she caught a glimpse of someone she recognised from the academy - looking about for a free table. Mami raised a hand to catch their attention then gestured to the empty seat in front of her. She took a delicate sip of her tea.

“No one’s sitting there, so feel free.” She brought her eyes up from her cup and gave a slight tilt of her head. ”Tancho Academy, right? I thought I’d seen you about on campus. I go there too.” Another sip before she set her cup down. Her tone was warm and relaxed, if a little tired from the lack of sleep she was having lately. She softly rubbed at one of her eyes. ”Heh… Where are my manners? My name’s Mami… Don’t mind me, I’m just feeling a little out of sorts is all…”

#hello tea club friend #gettingaheadofherself #this reply got away from me im so sorry

Crona had forced himself to come outside today, and it was evident in everything he did. The hesitance upon opening the door to the crowded cafe, the nervousness with which he walked -- more than usual. The demon blade hadn't been doing so well lately, for a number of reasons, but he was determined to go out and be a member of society at least once a month, even without Maka around to force him to!

Of course, once he was outside, Crona instantly regretted everything.

Crona's black gown was far too hot for the weather, why was it still the only clothes he owned besides his uniform? And there were so many people, he couldn't deal with all these people -- shuffling, talking, laughing with each other, in little groups and alone, on the phone and texting and some of them must be talking about him, they must be, it was simple probability, with so many people around it was just unavoidable that some of them must be laughing at the skinny pinkette wearing the weird nun outfit and looking like he'd seen a ghost.

And then it had started raining and, well, Crona had kind of given up on it being a good day.

So there he was, slouching into a nearby cafe with a tangible air of defeat about him, damp from the rain and looking less like a wet rat and more like a half-decomposed rat skeleton somebody had fished out of a bucket of water. It wasn't much better in there, either, as far as crowds went; a lot of other people had gotten the same idea Crona did, taking shelter in the tea shop. In fact, there weren't even any free tables nearby, and, just Crona's luck, he had to sit down next to somebody else, and that meant he had to interact with her.

"Th-th-thank you," the pinkette stammered, shakily pulling out the seat across from her and sitting down, clutching his arm tightly and avoiding her eyes. He thought he remembered the drill-haired girl from somewhere, maybe when he was getting acquainted at the club he had joined? He'd chosen tea club, since it didn't seem threatening and only had one other member, but since he'd joined, it had become more popular, and Crona had started skipping meetings as a result. And now he felt guilty for it, sitting at a table with the club's very founder. Stupid to think your failure would go unnoticed for long.

"I... I'm C-C-Crona, thank you..." The demon blade mumbled, still unwilling to look straight at her. He hoped the rain would stop soon.

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An awful lot of people started following you...

“What’s th’ matter?” Joker asked gently, seeing the obvious fear and worry on Crona’s face. “‘M not gonna bite ya, no matter what ye think~” He tried to sound chipper, his grin warm and his aura light, but Crona was just so frightened… “M’name’s Joker. An’ yours…?”

#happy facade #wow what a cutie

Crona flinched a little, as if he was surprised he had gotten noticed. Why had this guy drawn all over his face? And talking like that, it was hard to understand him that way... His demeanor was warm, though, and the demon blade relaxed just the slightest bit.

"C-Crona. Crona Makenshi. Are you... are you really named Joker?" He was curious, even if he was afraid. "Like in cards, or someone who jokes...?"

An awful lot of people started following you...

So many people. Too many people.

What kind of cruel god would do this to Crona while he's already feeling out of sorts? He has to greet them all, doesn't he? No, no, too much, that's too much to take! He wouldn't be able to handle that! But he didn't actually say hello last time, either, did he? Oh, he thought he'd improved on his people skills since then...

Crona is just going to stare at them. Just like last time.

#sof open #i need to be more active on crona im gomen

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#Sakurazawa Izumi (artist)#art time

[leans in and kisses his cheek before wandering away]

/um. yep. he's not breathing. good job winner you broke crona.;

#otokohime

International Kissing Day M!A declares you must kiss anyone who ends up in your askbox despite your relationship. And it lasts until Midnight. Good Luck ^_~

/NOPE. NO NO NOPE NOPE NO NO NO NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE N O P E;

order . ✖

The other’s comment got his attention immediately, though he tried not to show much of what he was thinking on the exterior. To think even a school this far couldn’t escape such a wavelength.. but why did it’s strength increase so suddenly? It couldn’t be that he…

No, that would be ridiculous. His father would have surely sent more people— or even came here himself— if that’s what the case was. Unless, he was completely unaware of the situation, which was also possible, though unlikely. Perhaps he’d have to file an early report, lest he wants to wait until people slowly start to lose their minds. There was no way to write this off as a summer weather, but he couldn’t blame Crona for trying.

Realizing he had once again gone off on a tangent in his mind, he forced himself to concentrate on the discussion.

“—Ah, yes, that’s … I’m sorry, I’m afraid I have a lot on my mind.” he apologized, since he had been quiet for longer than necessary. He deemed it best to change the subject entirely off the subtle hints of their awareness of the Kishin’s wavelength.

“Since we are both out for a breath of fresh air perhaps you wouldn’t mind accompanying me?”

#fated symmetry #iM TIRED SO SHORT POST

Kid was right. It was best not to think about it. The more you thought about the... the wrongness, the more you thought about the fear, the worse it became. It was a vicious circle Crona had been caught in too many times not to recognize, but now, at least, he had someone to help him avoid it. Maybe. The conversation felt almost hollow, with that horrible feeling hovering heavily over them.

They both should count themselves lucky that the demon blade lacks the foresight the young Reaper has. If the same thought had crossed Crona's mind, if it had occurred to him that the malevolent pressure meant that the Kishin himself had arrived at Tancho, they might never have been able to stop the screaming.

Still, despite all this, he thought it'd be nice.

It'd be nice to walk with Kid.

"I-If I wouldn't b-b-be too much trouble..." Crona hesitated momentarily, eyes ducking to study a patch of pavement. "I... I think I'd l-l-like that."

order . ✖

The sudden voice pulled the reaper out of his thoughts and forced him to redirect his attention. He blinked back, golden eyes scanning over the environment for a quick assessment of the situation. After a deep breath, he decided there was currently no reason to be tense. It wasn’t like him to take out his frustrations on other people either, so there was only room for calmness and stability— especially when encountering Crona.

“Yes, that’s right — good evening.”

“I was just studying when I decided to go for a walk.”

He wondered what the other’s reason for coming was, considering the time. He doubted it was for educational purposes, as snobbish as that sounded. Perhaps Crona had felt the same wavelength he had or Ragnarok was being a bother. In any case, he felt inclined to ask. Kid was trying to believe that the other could be an ally, so he did his best not to assume the worst case scenario.

“What brings you here at this hour?”

If the other boy wasn’t busy, then maybe he wouldn’t mind in joining his stroll.

#fated-symmetry #lovely yes hows that madness wavelength

Kid looked panicked for a moment, and it was probably selfish of him, but Crona felt relieved. So he wasn't the only one who felt unsettled. The demon sword often tended to imagine things like that, a product of his paranoia. He usually thought he was being watched, but to have someone he knew was a sensible person(mostly) mirror his apprehension... it made him feel a little bit better.

"Oh, m-me too! I w-was taking a walk to clear my head," Crona responded, rubbing his arm a bit sheepishly. "I... can't seem to get settled. There's s-something in the air here, it's gotten worse. M-maybe because it's s-summer," the demon blade added hastily. He didn't want to jump to conclusions or anything, but it was a shallow farce at best. Both of them knew something was terribly, horribly wrong, but it wasn't something Crona wanted to address directly, lest his suspicion blossom into full-blown hysteria.

What he'd been feeling... it was something he'd known before. Well, it was something he'd been knowing, for a long time. Ever since he'd broken away from Medusa -- well, the Kishin's revival. He always remembered that day more for his own conflict than the revival of a terrible demon god, and maybe that was selfish, too.

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#oh yes thats a good idea #ill just delete the duplicates tomorrow

Friendship

friendship

Crona's friends are precious to him, even if it doesn't seem like it. He's frightened of them, but only of the idea that they'll leave him. He wants to be able to give as much to them as he receives, but he can't handle it sometimes.

He wants to make more friends, but he has a problem with trusting people. He only feels worse the more he inadvertently pushes people away, until it gets to the point where he thinks that maybe he doesn't deserve friends.

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Fear.

fear

A constant state of mind. Crona is afraid of making friends, and he's also afraid of being alone. He's afraid of standing out, he's also afraid of failure. He can't go a single day without being afraid of something, and he seeks power in order to not be afraid anymore. But the more power he gets, the more he thinks that the thing he should be afraid of is himself.

#brave-and-alone

#i sent asks first i just

Nightmares

nightmares

They're happening more and more now.

They're rarely specific. A feeling like his skin pulling off, a feeling like he's being watched. Sometimes he'll rerun memories the times his mother locked him in a room, or the times he was made to kill things smaller than him, but more spirited. But mostly it's just darkness and eyes.

mother

Crona's relationship with his mother is... complicated.

He's frightened of her. Of course he is; the only emotions she ever shared with him were fear of failure, fear of her power. She pushed him around, never let him forget who was in charge, and she made him the weak thing he is today. A part of him hates her for that.

But she's still his mother.

Crona still cares about what his mother thinks of him. He wants to feel loved, and he wants her to be proud of him.

Even if he knows that could never happen.