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Second Drop ❂ Action / Voice
Sep. 22nd, 2012 12:06 am[Crona has managed to stay out of the way of almost everyone since arriving. All one his own he's managed to find a place to sleep, where his clothes were, and where to find food to eat. All of which he normally does at night since almost nobody is wondering around the village at 3 in the morning.
He's even managed to keep Ragnarok as quiet as possible inside his head, though that could only last for so long. But today is the day he finally can't stand it anymore, and can actually be found around the village during normal daytime hours...starting at around nine-ish in the morning. While he is still trying to hide behind the trees, there are just some places he can't, and can be seen hurrying off to the woods.
Though not to many hours later, he's somehow mustered up the courage to speak over the journals.]
I uhm....oh no, this is bad...I-I sorry, but I might need some help.
...My head really hurts...
[That's all he wants to say. While he did manage to make it back to the village, he didn't make it where he wanted, and can be found laying in the middle of a pathway, looking like a bloody mess. (Or what looks like blood) His forearms have been sliced wide open, though the large cuts aren't bleeding at all, though rhwy look like they should.
Though that's not the big problem. The big problem is his face. It's extremely easy to see just about every vein since they are all pitch black. ]
He's even managed to keep Ragnarok as quiet as possible inside his head, though that could only last for so long. But today is the day he finally can't stand it anymore, and can actually be found around the village during normal daytime hours...starting at around nine-ish in the morning. While he is still trying to hide behind the trees, there are just some places he can't, and can be seen hurrying off to the woods.
Though not to many hours later, he's somehow mustered up the courage to speak over the journals.]
I uhm....oh no, this is bad...I-I sorry, but I might need some help.
...My head really hurts...
[That's all he wants to say. While he did manage to make it back to the village, he didn't make it where he wanted, and can be found laying in the middle of a pathway, looking like a bloody mess. (Or what looks like blood) His forearms have been sliced wide open, though the large cuts aren't bleeding at all, though rhwy look like they should.
Though that's not the big problem. The big problem is his face. It's extremely easy to see just about every vein since they are all pitch black. ]
