Crona

[Today Crona is trying to be normal, and take the advice of a few people. And it looks like he's going to say something for the first few moments....but then he takes a deep breath, and just stares at the book, not even realizing that the video function is on. He's really trying hard to say what he means...He does that a few more times, with his eyes going everywhere, until he takes one last smal breath before he starts talking pretty fast.]

I was told that a lot of people have hobbies here...And I was wondering if...if I could learn some. Any ones would be nice.

[And it cuts off rather quickly. He's never had to ask people something like that, and he doesn't have any way to deal with it.


Though a little later when he's not so freaked out when people start talking to him, he's finally doing the last thing on his list...Taking out Ragnarok at the edge of the village. Crona doesn't want to go inside, so it is really going to b e the best Ragnarok will get.

Crona can be found there, holding a long sword in an awkward mannor.  Probably in a position that would leave cuts on anybody else. He lets the sword yell and complain about everything, which is much less painful than in his head, and anybody that approaches crona will be on high alert, and shushing the sword so everything looks...relatively normal...or partly. The sword does have a large mouth on it....

This is Crona's normal day.

[It's pure luck that Crona got dropped off in the village, but his luck ran out when it came to where he had been dropped off. Yep, he has the bad luck of being set down on a random roof. At first he tries his best not to panic, but after walking around on the roof for a few minutes, the tears were showing. He was really trying not to cry, because Ragnarok picks on him whenever he does...but for some reason, Ragnarok is being quiet. And it's very okay with Crona. He wouldn't be able to deal with his situation.]

He was lost, cold, and stuck on a roof! And eventually he can't stand it anymore, and will give a soft "Uhm.." to anyone that passes by, but speaking so softly, it's quite possible that he can't be heard. Then so many times of trying, he decides it's best to just talk to himself...mostly, but his journal has been on since he woke up.]

W-what am I supposed to do..? I c-can't get down...I wouldn't be able to deal with getting hurt...a-and it's a long way down.

Nobody can even hear me...and I'm really cold..