Pre-Day 61: pre-game threading

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You are free to use this post to thread out any interactions prior to day 61, provided your characters appeared in the Bastion early. This post will remain open until April 27th.

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[kyotoprincess]

[Bon doesn't immediately realize that's a name.]

Huh?

[blackblooded]

... me. Crona.

[kyotoprincess]

Oh.

[This conversation is going places!]

...I'm Suguro.

[blackblooded]

[Conversations with Crona usually do.

The meister nods, repeating "Suguro" in a hushed tone. A name, once repeated, will be harder to forget.

The next phrase is a combination of a stutter and a rush, Crona's tongue tapping out the first sound multiple times before the rest of the question comes out all at once.]

D-d-d-d-do you live here?

[kyotoprincess]

[Wow such a jumpy kid. Bon is still trying to figure out if Chrona is a boy or a girl, but he is distracted from that by the question, which makes him frown. He's not particularly angry, but Bon's frowns are still scary-looking.]

Nah, This ain't my home. I came here a few days ago, from the Skyway.

[His good memory has been a boon here, he can remember these terms a lot easier than most people.]

[blackblooded]

[The frown makes Crona lean away, nervous. Crona's easily scared, and Bon's face isn't helping matters.]

Oh. [A glance backwards, towards the Skyway.]

... us too. That's where we came from.

[kyotoprincess]

[Sorry he can't help his face, it's stuck like this.]

Apparently everyone did. All the worlds exploded, or something like that.

[blackblooded]

The worlds exploded? [CRONA CANNOT HANDLE THIS REVELATION.

CRONA MIGHT JUST FALL OVER RIGHT NOW AND STOP EXISTING.]

I don't know how to deal with the worlds exploding.

[kyotoprincess]

[Oh god no Chrona don't break Bon won't be able to handle that. He's already doubting how much he can handle Chrona.]

By surviving? I dunno about you, but I'm not gonna lay down and accept the end of the world.

[blackblooded]

[A thin, high whine, arms wrapped tightly around Crona's torso.]

But.... where are they? Where is everyone? They're gone. They're not here. They should be here.

[kyotoprincess]

There are people here.

[He jabs a thumb over his shoulder in the general direction of all the buildings further south in the Bastion.]

There's not too many, but there's some.

[blackblooded]

[Suddenly, Crona is all intense determination.]

I want to see them.

[kyotoprincess]

Go right ahead then.

[They'll probably explain things better than Bon can anyway. They've all been here longer than him.]

[blackblooded]

[And that sudden confidence is gone again, leaving Crona looking around awkwardly, gaze darting right-left-right.]

... I haven't been there before. I don't know how to get there. It's a long walk, all the way over there. I might get lost like Miss Marie.

[kyotoprincess]

[In his head Bon is saying "it's not even that far, what the hell is this kid's problem?"

But he doesn't say that out loud, because he's nice like that. Even if his face shows his annoyance.]

You haven't been here before either, but you still managed to get here.

[blackblooded]

Ragnarok wanted to stay out there, but I said we should go here because there aren't monsters here. So we came here.

[When Crona's less nervous, the words will make more sense. But right now there's too much to worry about to need to lay out words properly. Right now the words just come out like Crona thinks them.]

[kyotoprincess]

[Chrona's thoughts are very confusing to Bon, and it doesn't help that he has no idea who Ragnarok is.

He's assuming Ragnarok is a person, at least, though he can't see anyone else here but Chrona.]

Who's Ragnarok?

[blackblooded]

[Crona waits for the familiar feeling, the stinging burn of blood forcing itself through skin. But Ragnarok isn't in the mood for that right now. He wants to watch Crona try to explain.

So Crona tries to explain.]

... my blood is black, you know?

[You're an idiot.

Crona glances backward, a shift of gaze over one shoulder, and the next words aren't aimed at Suguro.] Shut up. You explain.

[No way, moron..]

[kyotoprincess]

[Whyyyyy is Chrona so weird and creepy? It's making it hard for Bon to keep talking, he's thinking about dumping Chrona off on one of the other people here and running away.

But then weird shit happens and Bon starts wondering if maybe Ragnarok isn't human at all, but a demon.]

...no? I've never heard of black blood before.

[He's ignoring the self-talking on Chrona's part because questioning this guy's (girl's?) sanity probably won't help, especially not if they're being bothered by a demon.]

[blackblooded]

Other people don't have it. Just me. And the Kishin but he's dead. So he doesn't have it any more.

[Those dark eyes drift back to fix on Bon's face.]

I can show you, if you think I don't have it. I'm not a liar.

[kyotoprincess]

No, no, I believe you.

[He doesn't really have any reason not to at this point.]

I've just never heard of it before, so I don't know what it is.

[...wait, why is he trying to reassure someone who is clearly off-kilter?]

[blackblooded]

I bet your blood is red.

[And then a flinch, looking back over one thin shoulder.]

No, you can't find out.

[kyotoprincess]

[He might be tensing up a bit at that. He's starting to think there will be a fight.]

If this 'black blood' does anything special, why not show me?

[He's trying to figure out how a demon could have gotten into the Bastion. All the other monsters seemed to stay far away, one slipping in doesn't seem possible. Unless maybe possessing a human would let them in?]

[blackblooded]

You said you didn't want to see it, now you do want to see it. You can't make up your mind. People who can't make up their mind aren't strong, you know?

[kyotoprincess]

I didn't say I didn't want to see it, I just said that I believed you.

[He's grumpy now, he doesn't like being indirectly called weak.]