Crona Gorgon (cronaragnarok) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-10-04 10:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open (20), elphaba thropp, ~crona & ragnarok |
Who: Crona, Ragnarok & Elphaba Thropp
What: Arrival
When: Friday Morning
Where: Around the tents and trailers.
Warnings: PG-13, in case Ragnarok starts talking.
Status: Incomplete, open.
This… wasn’t right. Crona wasn’t standing upon the moon, encased in black blood, stuck acting as prison warden to the Kishin Asura. Oh no, he was standing in a field, wind blowing his hair and tattered dress. Bright silver eyes blinked away some dust, and he pushed his pink-lavender colored hair out of his eyes… which did no good as the haphazardly cut bangs just blew right back in the way.
This was strange. The people were dressed somewhat oddly. The vehicles, as he looked around, looked so old in style. "I… I… Ragnarok…" Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked around. Where was the moon? He had to see the moon. Was it still black? Was Asura still locked up there? Had he failed?
"Ragnarok, I failed. I can’t see the moon, I think I failed." He felt Ragnarok form out of his body, and naturally his center of balance adjusted; it was a dance between them perfected long ago. With Ragnarok leaning on his shoulder, Crona felt comforted. But Ragnarok was silent. Still silent. Had been silent for so long now. Crona’s now sane mind could pinpoint when Ragnarok had stopped speaking; the moment Crona had succumbed to the madness in his own mind.
Hands rose up and Crona hugged himself tightly, tears falling from his eyes. "Where are we? I don’t understand this, I don’t understand why we’re here. I don’t know where this is. And why isn’t Maka here? Didn’t she free us? So why isn’t she here?" Still, Ragnarok was silent. But at least he was still there.