tenth feather: the updated bullet

[stolethegame.livejournal.com]

[So after Fourth Wall Weekend, Crow up and vanished. Disappeared. Poofed, for lack of a better term. But now he's back! Sporting a fancy red shirt he's wearing over his regular undershirt. Oh yes, and his right arm is bandaged and sling'd. At the moment he is wandering around, looking sort of lost, and muttering things like "Are they still here?" and "Will Aki be okay?" to himself. Eventually, he just stops in what is a familiar spot for him!]

This can't be real. I mean, it just-- Shit man. It really is, isn't it? No fooling? I'm not gonna wake up tomorrow back home, am I? ... How do I know this ain't a dream?

[He looks both ways, unsure at first, then bites his lip and promptly slaps himself on the cast covering his shoulder.]

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!

F-Fuck why did I do that. Fuckfuckfuck that was stupid. ... But I'll take that as a no.

My luck's really all over the damn place lately, isn't it?

((Crow has been canon updated! As far as he knows, it's been sixth months since he's been on the island, and for those of you who can sense spiritual energy and such (namely the Soul Eater cast he, uh, lives with) there has been a pretty noticable change in him.))

Comments

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

B-but if he evaporates, I wouldn't know how to deal with it...

[stolethegame.livejournal.com]

... Could that happen?!

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs lightly.] I dunno, blood is liquid, isn't it?

[stolethegame.livejournal.com]

... Was he liquid? He looked pretty solid to me...

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

...Well he can... do that. He's still my blood. [Crouches down, finding something sharp and making a small cut on the inside of our palm. Drips black for a moment.] See? It's black. [Seems vaguely proud of this concept.]

[stolethegame.livejournal.com]

... That's kinda cool. Why, though?

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

[Idly gnaws on the inside of our lower lip, shrugging.] I'm... not sure, actually. [Because our mother turned us into a science baby. :|;;]

[stolethegame.livejournal.com]

Huh. Well, it's still cool I guess.

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

[Nods.] I... wouldn't really know how to deal with it if it weren't. [Closing our palm over the cut and holding it that way for a minute and when we open our hand again the cut has clotted and isn't bleeding anymore.]

[stolethegame.livejournal.com]

Whoa! How'd you do that?

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

[Blinks.] ...Oh. I... can control it, I guess. It hardens when I want it to, and ... [Eyes the handful of droplets in the sand.] I could turn that into needles, but they'd probably attack you so I won't.

[stolethegame.livejournal.com]

... So try making an umbrella!

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

[Frowns at the ...maybe twelve drops of blood on the sand and then at Crow.] ... out of ... [Tilting our head.] I-I don't... think I can control it that specifically...

[stolethegame.livejournal.com]

*watching* ... So just sharp things?

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

...mostly, y-- ... [Tilting our head sideways a bit.] Ragnarok. [And then holding our hand out and ...allowing Ragnarok to sort of... spurt from our back the way he does, except this time he materializes into a sword in our hand.] ...See?

[stolethegame.livejournal.com]

... *shaking his head after a moment of staring* Y-Yeah. That's intense.

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

[And abruptly, the sword grows a pair of freaky Rocky Horror lips and starts talking. Crona makes a face and raises the blade toward themselves.]

Oi, Crona! What the hell did you call me out here for, are you gonna fight that Do-Do Bird?

No, Ragnarok, I was showing him that you can't be an umbrella.

[stolethegame.livejournal.com]

*jumping back a little-- it's been a while since he's seen the... guy after all*

Whoa! *and then he gets used to it* Damn it, I'm not a Do-Do Bird, you stupid... sword, now! Go back to being a balloon like the last time so I can pop you!

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

[Ragnarok makes a weird sort of laughing sound and does as he's told-- though hardly because Crow told him to. He waves his arms around above Crona's head, and Crona just makes a =___=;; face at him.]

Pfeh! I'd like to see you try, Do-Do Bird.

Ragnarok...

[And, of course, reminded of Crona's perpetual presence, Ragnarok reaches down and tugs on their cheeks.] --hey! D-don't pull on my face, my skin will get all flabby and I don't know how to deal with thaaaat.

[stolethegame.livejournal.com]

Hey, leave Crona alone!! C'mere you--!!

*and Crow is... going to try to do the same to Ragnarok*

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

[Which is going to cause Crona to teeter back and forth on one foot to the other, whining a bit.] Ragnarooook, stop iiiiit~.

What, you wanna pick on Crona instead? I see! You're just a bully, Do-Do Bird! You can't have Crona.

[stolethegame.livejournal.com]

Why would I wanna pick on Crona? I wanna pick on you, you stupid bubble!! Crona, you okay?

*unfortunately one handed cheek pinching isn't the smartest idea given his other arm is... tied up (ha ha!) so he'll try a bonk to the head instead*

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

Why would you not wanna pick on Crona?

B-because Crow is my friend, Ragnarok-- [Swatting at kind of blindly, as we've scrunched our eyes closed. Nods at Crow, and eventually Ragnarok makes a frustrated sound.]

You're no fun to pick on now that you have "friends", Crona.

Y-yeah well I like it better this way. [Being ganged up on is not Ragnarok's style, so he rolls his little "x" eyes and goes liquidy, disappearing into Crona's back again.]

[stolethegame.livejournal.com]

...

*giving a thumbs up* Good job! You told him.

[namescorners.livejournal.com]

[Iconface.] K-kind of.