Day 72 :: [OPEN]

[bastionpc]

Who: Everyone
Open: Open
When: Day 72
Where: The Skyway
What: Out on the Skyway is a farm. On that farm are supplies and plot coupons.
Format: action
Warnings: cows

[On day 72, whoever happens to be exploring the Skyway will come across a farm! It is rather large, with several overgrown fields, a huge barn, some chicken coops, and a farmhouse.

It is undisturbed for the moment, though it would be advisable to make any stop here quick. Monsters are never that far away.]






((OOC: There will be several different areas each character can explore and find things. Please choose only one area of the farm per character for your characters to participate in. Your characters can interact with anyone else in that particular area.

Teamwork may be needed to accomplish goals in this post.))

Comments

[blackblooded]

[A little pile of toys, and then Crona's hand closes on a picture book.

It's not very exciting, just a little kid's book, a story about a bunny jumping into little containers of brightly colored dye and turning different colors. Red and blue turn the bunny purple, red and yellow turn her orange. Just a little story about colors, written in a language Crona doesn't know. The child's mother probably read it aloud, teaching her little one about colors and letting the child turn the pages.

The child's mother was probably very kind. The child's mother would never have given them just one book, a book about every way to kill a person.

Crona's hands are shaking.]

[buildingthefuture]

[When Crona's hands start shaking, Osahar's instantly alert. There's any number of things that could be going on, so... he walks over, curious. It's a kid's book- that much is clear in any language, though this is the same one as the letters- but it doesn't seem like anything else is amiss.

Yet Crona's clearly affected by this. So then... Osahar asks the question, as kindly and gently as he can.] What is it, Crona?

[blackblooded]

L-lady Medusa... My mother, you know? She...

I had one book, when I was little. Just one. A book of how to kill. Every way to kill a person. That's the kind of book I read, when I was little, like this child was little.

She made me kill things. Little things, when I was little. I said no, you know? I told her I didn't want to kill the little one. Then she threw us in the room for days. We didn't have any food or any light.

Ragnarok got angry at me. My blood is black.

Then I killed it.

... This child, they didn't have to kill anything.

[buildingthefuture]

[As he listens on, Osahar's heart feels like lead weights have been dropped onto it. This poor kid... it's one thing to know, in abstract, what happened. It's something else entirely to start getting the details. What kind of monster would do that to a kid? Raise them up to be a monster, ruin what should have been a wonderful time of their life?

He can't do anything about the past, though. The damage there has been done, and Osahar can't change that. But... perhaps... he's not the best at verbalizing things like this, but he reaches out his hand, hoping that Crona will accept a hand on his shoulder, like he did last time. 'I'm sorry' feels like a pathetic thing, even if Osahar is sorry that Crona won't get to experience what he should have. And blithely promising a brighter future here seems hollow at best. So, in the end, he can only be there, and hope that the young one gives him something to work with.] Crona...

[blackblooded]

I hated her.

But Maka killed her. I couldn't. She... she did horrible things and I hated her but she was my mother.

[buildingthefuture]

Exactly... she was still your mother. [He quietly sighs and then kneels down, so he is more eye-to-eye with Crona. This poor kid...] But I'm glad that you're away from her. Crona...

...you're still young, you know? And this world is a new start for all of us. [Now that he knows even more about what Crona's gone through... what he really wants is to help Crona experience something better. Some semblance of a normal life.]

[blackblooded]

[Crona doesn't make eye contact, but the meister nods in response to Osahar's comment.

A new start.]

[buildingthefuture]

...good. [He smiles a little, hoping that Crona takes advantage of it. Perhaps in the future he will. Osahar hopes so, anyway...]

[blackblooded]

[Another nod, and Crona stands, leaving the book and grabbing an armfull of stuffed toys.]

L-let's go back then.

[Back to the Bastion, the new life.]