Day 123 [OPEN]

[bastionmods]

Who: Everyone
Open: Open
When: Day 123
Where: All over the Bastion
What: Obligatory "We just got more people/survived a hellish experience" mingle log!
Format: Your choice!
Warnings: Shouldn't be any?

[So the past few days in the Bastion have been very hectic and a little more than emotionally stressful for everyone. About two days have come and gone since the last very large batch of arrivals have come in to the Bastion, and thankfully since then it's been relatively quiet. It's a good time to compress, meet some new people and maybe have some good food at the distillery courtesy of Rin.]

Comments

[blackblooded]

I.... [Crona tries to stand, nearly topples over because Ragnarok's slow to respond and the blood rushes from Crona's head.

Crona's crying and doesn't even notice.]

I... have to find the Professor.

[wayofvoice]

[Paarthurnax moves his head closer, offering it so that Crona can lean against him.]

Where would he be?

[blackblooded]

I... I.... [and the sense of loss gone missing forever lingers in Crona's soul, and the meister stumbles over gasping sobs, collapsing against Paarthurnax's head.]

[wayofvoice]

[Paarthurnax keeps the young one up, and a low rumble starts up in his throat that will reverberates throughout that small frame.]

Peace. Peace, vokunsumah, I am here.

[blackblooded]

[Paarthurnax is here, but so many other people aren't. Maka and Miss Marie and Maka's scythe and the little reaper and his weapons and the loud boy and his quiet weapon and all the other people in classes and Lord Death and all the witches and every single person who has ever existed in the world, every person that all the important people risked their lives to save all gone and Crona can't do anything but cling to the giant dragon and cry.]

[wayofvoice]

[If that is what Crona needs, then Paarthurnax will oblige. He just continues to make the deep rumbling noise and keeps his bloody head pressed up against the other.]

[blackblooded]

[And Crona's going to cry for a while. Paarthurnax might have to do something to get Crona moving again.]

[wayofvoice]

[Does just kind of... lifting his head up with Crona still on it work? Because he will certainly carry him to the food area. There have to be people there, after all. There are always humans near food.]

[blackblooded]

[Lifting up his head gets Crona's attention, and the meister instantly moves away from the dragon.]

I.... [and Crona wipes away tears with the tattered cuff of a sleeve.] I'll go.

[wayofvoice]

I would carry you, if you needed it. Are you sure you are well?

[blackblooded]

W-we'll be fine. Ragnarok and me. We'll just go to the apartment. Maybe the professor's there.

[wayofvoice]

Perhaps he is. Keep safe, Vokunsumah.

[blackblooded]

[A nod, then an impulsive press of palms against the dragon's scales as if that physical contact is the same as a grateful hug. Then Crona cautiously turns to walk off. Maybe the corner of Crona's room will still be there when the meister gets back.]