[one] video;

[omniphobe]

[ The video flips on, but it's obvious by the look on Crona's face- and the shoddy camerawork- that they don't exactly know what they are doing. The droopy-eyed teen purses their lips and furrows their brow, but not before a small, humanoid growth sprouts from their back, flailing about like its butt is on fire. ]

Crona! What the hell are you doing, you idiot?! Give me that!

No, Ragnarok, stop--

[ The tiny figure swings its tiny fists at the device, but not before pommeling the lilac-haired teen upside the head. ]

Shut up and give me that! You don't even know how to use it--

Neither do you!

You know what it's like being stuck with an idiot like you?! Like being stuck with a turd that won't flush!

That doesn't even make any sense. Besides, I was here first!

[ Crona whines, pushing back at Ragnarok, who is currently trying to pull and smash their face into various shapes. They finally manage to secure the device and keep it out of reach of the tiny Ragnarok. ]

Ugh, fine! But this is all your fault, you know! I know it is. And now we're stuck in this stupid, weird fishbowl under the ocean, soaking wet and with no idea how we got here and no idea how to get back! And I'm hungry!

I know! But it's not my fault. I-

[ They both notice a small, flashing light on the device, and realize it's already recording what was supposed to be an S.O.S. ]

See?! See?! It's been recording this entire time! Who knows who's looking at your ugly mug right now?! And they saw you whining and making such a fool of yourself, too! Gupipipipipi!

[ Crona squeaks. ]

What?! No! I don't want to be on the internet, I don't know how to deal with being an internet celebrity!

Comments

video;

[lawesome]

It's too late, it happened! The fan mail is pouring in as we speak. It is creating a mountain. It may tumble and crush us under its enormous weight. Crona, the internet celebrity, it is you!

[okay, maybe not the most helpful and what is up with these weird aliens, but she needs a little bit of trolling to cheer herself up.]

1/2 video;

[omniphobe]

[ WHOA. ]

2 video; pretend he's tiny in that icon

[omniphobe]

[ Crona yelps and drops the device, because who the hell is this strange grey-skinned lady?! Ragnarok, on the other hand, is leaning over Crona's shoulder, peering into the camera. ]

Whoa-ho! Who the heck are you, lady?!

I-I've never seen a lady like her b-before! I don't know how to deal with strange demon ladies!

[ Because horns means demon obviously. Ragnarok turns around and baps Crona on the head. ]

Shut up! You're practically half demon yourself!

video;

[lawesome]

Isn't it obvious, little alien... thing?

[The fuck is that even, really.]

I'm from the internet. I've been appointed to you on your new rise to stardom.

video;

[omniphobe]

Y-you live inside the internet?! Oh no--

[ How do Cronas even know what internet is. They truly are a sheltered child. And then, as if somehow sensing this was coming, Crona flinches when Ragnarok starts to flail and yell. ]

I'm not an alien thing, you dumb bitch! I'm the great Demon Sword Ragnarok! Gupipipipi!

video;

[lawesome]

Oho?

[Perhaps the insult would carry more sting if it wasn't coming from sure a small... thing. It is rather pathetic. Like getting insulted by a wiggler.]

For a demon sword, you don't look much like a sword.

[video]

[heartandsoul]

[If the sound of someone's heart breaking was possible to hear, all of Vatheon could hear that happening to Maka right at this moment.

Crona (and Ragnarok). They're here. They're here and they're...acting the same as she remembers. The Crona she knows and cares for, here (and sane?) while Medusa isn't.

She might cry. But she can't, not while the video's on. She could just switch it to voice but that wouldn't help Crona calm down...]

Crona, where are you? I'll come get you right away! ...Ah, and I'll bring a bag of candy for you, Ragnarok.

[With Amaimon popping in and out she's learned to keep a store of candy around.]

1/2 [video]

[omniphobe]

[ Oh, it's Maka! Crona sure is glad to see you, Maka. They thought that maybe Lord Death changed his mind and they were sent away from Shibusen, or something... not that Crona's ruling that out quite yet, but.

Seeing Maka definitely seems to calm them down a touch. ]

2/2 [video]

[omniphobe]

[ SUDDENLY, RAGNAROK. ]

Candy's for babies! But you better bring some just in case. You know, a lot. Just in case we run into a baby! A herd of babies.

[ So tsun for Maka's candy. ]

[video]

[heartandsoul]

Right, well, I can't bring them unless I know where you are in the first place. You'd better let me talk to Crona again before the babies attack.

[Because it's a giant risk and all.]

1/2 [video]

[omniphobe]

Crona has no idea where we are! He's useless like that! He--

2/2 [video]

[omniphobe]

[ Because Maka has that effect on them, Crona summons the courage to uppercut Ragnarok in the jaw. ]

STOP IT! Maka's trying to talk to me!

[ Ahem. ]

I... I-I don't know where I am! There are some strange-looking buildings all around, and this weird fountain here, at least I think it's a fountain, and there's something- uhm, coral, I think?- coming out of it...

[meanwhile, on the other side of the coral...]

[symmetrophile]

[Picking Crona out of a crowd is easily done even without Soul Perception, no small thanks to Ragnarok's... boisterous bullying; a certain grim reaper observes, standing stock-still on the other side of the coral.

Perhaps, in case an intervention is needed.

Or maybe it's because his dripping clothes are sticking to him like a second skin and he can just tell they're resting two inches to the left. They're horrifyingly askew, and he might just be wigging out on the inside.

No! No! He is a grim reaper, not prone to fall to such minuscule distractions!

...Oh god there's more water in his left shoe than in his right, this is approaching nauseating levels of wrong.]

Video;

[rubber_pistol]

Shii Shii Shii! This weird person on my Mystery Starfish has a really bad haircut!

Video;

[omniphobe]

[ Ragnarok busts out into a fit of laughter. ]

Gupipipi! You hear that, Crona? Your hair is dumb! Just like your face!

N... No! That's too much dumb!

Video;

[rubber_pistol]

Woah! Hey, stupid-hair! Are you gonna eat that lizard!?

Video;

[omniphobe]

WHAT! I'm no lizard! I'm the great Demon Sword Ragnaro--

[ Crona reaches back and shoves at the other's face, effectively silencing him. ]

He's not a lizard. He's my weapon! You can't eat him, because he's a part of me, and so to eat him you'd have to eat me!

WOW LIKE A WHOLE DAY LATER...

[symmetrophile]

[In fact, one full day, plus the time it takes for a certain, high-emotional-octane run-in with a certain Meister and mutual acquaintance, plus get himself situated with a fresh set of clothing...

There's a reaper coming to call on Crona, provided they're indeed tucked away in a corner of Maka's room, waiting patiently until he is certain the other residents are not inside.

In other words, stalking like a creeper, and now he's finally in the doorway, rapping his knuckles gently against the threshold, a mere formality.

It's dangerous, having Crona in here, with all these other people. But he trusts in Maka's Soul Perception, and in the irrefutable fact that she would not unnecessarily endanger her friends.]

PUNTS INTO THE SUNSET

[omniphobe]

[ The corner of Maka's room is exactly where Crona is, hugging a pillow and moping about quietly. Ragnarok seems to have retreated for the time being, sleeping away peacefully inside his Meister's veins. They're both resting a bit easier in Vatheon, even after a single day. After all, it's somewhat peaceful here, Crona's surrounded by people Maka calls friend, and there's no sign of Lady Medusa anywhere. They might even like this place better than Shibusen.

However, old habits die hard, so Crona's made their home in the corner of Maka's room. They've refused to come out for the most part, still trying to come to terms with it all. It's been quite a shock! Especially when you're Crona, being as how the sheltered teen has practically known nothing but dark rooms their entire life.

The knocking at the door causes them to look up with a start. ]

...!

[ Ah. It's Lord Death's son, the shinigami. What's he doing here? ]

[symmetrophile]

[It's remarkable, the difference between the Crona of mere moments before his arrival here, and the Crona huddled in the corner. A palpable change, even in the absence of the Kishin's madness. This is surely the same Crona who had been with them at Shibusen.

But he needed to be sure Crona posed them no immediate danger. If it is really only a matter of keeping them away from Medusa, then maybe...

Maybe Father wouldn't have to issue such an order to the Spartoi at all.

Assuming the coolly pleasant demeanor acceptable for greeting other acquaintances from the Academy, Kid places his hands into his pockets.]

So you're here after all. How long have you been sitting here by yourself?

[omniphobe]

[ Crona sucks in a sharp breath. Was he talking to them? Of course he was talking to them, they're the only other person in the room. At least it's just Kid, though, and not one of the many new faces Crona's encountered in their new home. There's at least some familiarity there. ]

I don't know. A couple hours, maybe? I lost track of time.

[ What are measurements of a temporal nature and how does one deal with them? ]

[crabbygenius]

... Well that was interesting to watch. So who are you and whose the loud mouth pipsqueak.

[omniphobe]

[ Oh god, so many new people... ]

Ah? I'm C... Crona, and this is Ragnarok.

And don't you forget it!

[crabbygenius]

[She just rolls her eyes a bit at Ragnarok and waves him off. She's more interested in Crona.]

It's a pleasure to meet you Crona. I'm Little Washu.

Has everything been explained to you yet?

[omniphobe]

Yeah, it's been explained... I mean, for the most part... I'm still kind of confused, though...

[ Crona's actually a little proud of themselves? Giving their name when someone asked for it. They're not really used to this social interaction, thing. It is actually a pretty big deal! ]