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

Sorry so late!~

[dissectionislove]

[It’s been some time since Stein felt as though his consciousness had just been inundated by a force outside of his control. While it’s not an entirely unfamiliar feeling, it’s still one that never gets any easier to recover from. A carefully trained eye could notice a slight tremor in his hands as he lights up yet another cigarette directly on the heels of its predecessor, newly quashed underfoot. It doesn’t matter that he’s nearly run out of them – his need to smoke overpowers his better judgment, for the time being.

Having had a few moments to actually think and pull apart what just bombarded his mind, it all makes sense now – the fire-haired man, and why the girl, Anna, was looking for him. He understands now why he matters so much. There are other things as well – things he’d like to speak to her about, come to think of it. Eyes narrowing in contemplation, his feet are moving before the rest of his body is aware of it. Stein rounds a corner and--]

...Crona?

no problem!

[blackblooded]

[There's blood smeared on Crona's face, dark red that dripped from above onto the meister's pink hair and was half-heartedly wiped away once it reached Crona's cheek. Other than that sign of someone else, Crona seems oddly... normal. Or, normal for the Crona of months ago, skittish and shaken, dark eyes constantly darting around assessing danger.

Crona in the Bastion has grown more confident, more calm, less likely to hide in corners or run.

But right now, with the painful memory of empty loss still clinging to Crona's mind, and the ache of a body forced through another painful soul rejection, Crona is cautious and wary.

A step forward, then another.]

P-P-P-Professor.

[dissectionislove]

[Randomly bumping into someone covered in various spats of blood would have been a frightening event for just about anyone. It takes Stein by surprise too, though that's not indicated with a noticeable physical response.

While it's not so rare on the Skyway, it's a little uncommon to see someone in such a state inside the Bastion - even Crona.

By the time the meister sputters out the single word, Stein has already extinguished his cigarette with the heel of a stitched boot.]

What happened?

[blackblooded]

[Crona isn't even really aware of Paarthurnax's blood, and Stein's question catches the meister off guard.]

I.... I don't know. Th-th-there was... [How to explain the sudden emotional attack to someone who might not have felt it? Crona had felt it, Ragnarok felt it, Paarthurnax felt it, how did Stein not feel it.]