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( february intro log )
Who: Everyone
When: February 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: Mentions of a corpse. Please label your content!
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When: February 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: Mentions of a corpse. Please label your content!
I N T R O L O G |
"There will be no prison which can hold our movement down."
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J finishes, and looks back at Crona, and the teen flinches when those eyes settle on Crona's shaking form once again. And Crona doesn't run, or back away, just stands still for inspection. Crona's hair is a mess and Crona's skin isn't clear or even very clean, and the uniform isn't fitted properly at all. There's nothing really masculine or feminine about the teen (other than Crona's build, which is vaguely both, thin, with wide hips and a flat chest), Crona's just projecting a sense of unkempt androgyny.]
I... I though they looked really pretty. [It's not actually an answer to the question.]
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And now you know why. [She kind of hopes that Crona didn't come here in hopes of getting a make over. The state of the other teen makes it look like they were run over a train or something alike-- and the frightened attitude didn't help it either. This is not something that J could fix with just painting lips and brushing hair.]
No but really. You might want to get that looked at the Medbay, or at least wash it.
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Hey, Ragnarok. Is there blood? [That's the only thing Crona can think of. J must be talking about some kind of injury. Crona doesn't remember getting injured, but if J's talking about the Medbay, it's probably because Crona's leaking blood all over.
There's no verbal response from Ragnarok, just a sort of general feeling in his soul that means "you're an idiot, Crona".
So Crona looks back over at J.]
There isn't any blood anywhere.
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That leaves J staring at Crona dumbfounded and mouth open. She's not entirely sure what to say to that or what to do next. There is something about this situation that makes her think of her mother, who's spent the last seven years in a hospital without being able to tell difference between what's real and what's not.]
Who.. [She begins to say, keeping her voice careful but still jesting]
Who is Ragnarok?
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And there's nothing about Crona to make that claim seem like a lie, because Crona's skin is grey and the flush on Crona's cheeks is just a darker shade of that grey.]
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Honestly, the idea of someone having black blood instead of red doesn't sound impossible to her, not after seeing all these other aliens and supernatural creatures around the Moira. And with Crona's case might as well be true, yes, seeing that the other teen looks very pale. Which J first thought to be because they didn' get out much, as it could also explain their over the top shyness and skittishness.]
Sure thing, dear. [J nods at Crona slowly.]
So say. Did you want something from me?
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Not answering that question either.]