Nak Nak Nak Nak Nak Nak.

[Crona]

Watching the crowd of people was almost nauseating for Crona, so he hunched over besided Jon to make himself as small and inconspicuous as possible, cradling one of his arms as though it was wounded and squatting slightly. Unfortunately, it didnt seem to work. Jon had just asked about the soldier's weapons, which looked quite like the firearms on his own world, so he would have told his companion what he knew if not for an obnoxiously red-looking person that decided to float over and answer the question himself.

Crona stared wide-eyed at the new arrival, he --was-- floating in mid air for seemingly no reason, dressed from head to toe in varying shades of Red, and a long strange floppy thing coming out of his hood. Why was he floating? In his own world, floating was a clear sign that a powerful attack was being charged, and with that knowledge Crona goes into full alert mode, ready to summon Ragnarok at even the tiniest sign of aggression.

"Wow, are, are, are you really floating? Why are you floating? I dont like it when people float, I cant deal with floating people right now." He shudders, the beginning signs of Black Blood flooding through his veins and swelling into his hands. He had never seen anything like this, and it seemed much more threatening to him then what Jon was when they first met. That coupled with the fact that he was in a strange city with floating boxes that flew people around, it was a bit much for him to deal with, and it looked like he might cry.

As strange and erratic as Ragnarok is, he chooses this time to form himself from Crona's back, again stretching out a pair of bulky, gloved hands, a built chest, and then his egg-like head. At his full height, he easily towered over both Jon and the new red kid, though leans down over Crona's head to get as close as possible to the floating kid's face. "Oi, dumbass, whats your deal, huh? Think just cause you dont have to walk youre better then everyone else? Maybe I should put you in your place, huh? Huh?" Beneath him, Crona was still struggling to stay upright after being rudely pushed out of the way by the creature, and makes a few muted complaints about not wanting to fight, which simply earns him a smack on the head from Ragnarok. "Crona! If I say we fight, you fight, got it? Otherwise, at meal time, I'm gonna eat all your food." Ragnarok swiftly hovers back above Crona's head, poking and prodding him with his fingers and ruffling his hair. "No! You cant eat my food! If you eat my food, then I'll go hungry, and then my stomach is going to growl at me and I dont like it when my stomach growls at me, I dont think I can deal with any growling right now." He whines as he uselessly tried to get Ragnarok away from him. They seemed all but distracted and forgetful about where they even were.

Naturally, a Demonic being sprouting from someones back would likely attract alot of attention, and while the civilians on Coruscant more than likely had seen some strange Primes going through their city, it was a particularly awkward sight to see the two tussle with eachother. A few had even stopped what they were doing to watch the encounter, and as Ragnarok's bullying continued, more and more began to watch.