03-05-2015, 04:53 AM
"Figuratively? Oh, right, figuratively." Crona whispers back to Jon before his friend steps forward to speak with the heavily armored arrival, calling himself Sivo Sigma...three... something something. What kind of man had numbers in his name? The concept gave him a bit of a headache as he tried to understand. Is he a prisoner? A criminal, maybe? In his own world, undesirables were categorized by numbers, but he had a feeling that the rules of his own world didn't exactly apply here.
Crona glared openly at Sivo, examining him while he had the chance. Beneath a set of flimsy-looking red robes he was obviously robotic, the glint of metal clearly visible, with mechanical arms and a set of robotic eyes adorning his face. He spoke as though his voice was filtered through a hundred different computers, though his movements were mostly fluid, he could see the electrical wires attached to every part of his body. The thing was a Golem, of that Crona no longer had any doubt in his mind, and lets out a long sigh of relief. He knew how to kill Golems.
He lets his eyes drift over quickly to the 'Chimera' that Sivo wanted them to board. There was definitely 0 chance of Crona entering first, and hunches over somewhat a little folds his arms to show his apprehension. Did they even have a destination? Sivo said he was 'oath-bound' to take them to it, but he wasn't sure the man could even be trusted. Then again, he had only met everyone else only a short time ago, and while they were along way away from trust, they seemed friendly enough.
"Uhm...What do you think, Ragnarok?" Crona whispers quietly, hoping for a bit of guidance. Unfortunately, the Demon was likely the worst possible person to ask, and on-command the gruesome creature's head stretches out from Crona's back slightly, though not growing to its full, threatening figure. "I think we should start firing lasers and shred everything. But noooooooo, you want to talk nice with the metal freakshow, some fluffy weirdo and a 'God of Time'. Ha! This is why I should make all the decisions, dimwit." The Demon snickers to itself before Crona quickly hushes it. "Awwah, Ragnarok, Come on, we talked about this." The boy mumbles, feebly looking into space. "Fine! Fine... Just to humor your dumb ass. Follow along with the gears-for-brains over there, and if he tries anything funny, rip his head off and eat his soul. He looks resourceful, take advantage of him." Ragnarok says, before letting off a grunt and disappearing into Crona's back. The boy hums in acknowledgement, but coulden't find the courage to step into the vehicle, and glaces timidly between the others for them to make the first move.
Crona glared openly at Sivo, examining him while he had the chance. Beneath a set of flimsy-looking red robes he was obviously robotic, the glint of metal clearly visible, with mechanical arms and a set of robotic eyes adorning his face. He spoke as though his voice was filtered through a hundred different computers, though his movements were mostly fluid, he could see the electrical wires attached to every part of his body. The thing was a Golem, of that Crona no longer had any doubt in his mind, and lets out a long sigh of relief. He knew how to kill Golems.
He lets his eyes drift over quickly to the 'Chimera' that Sivo wanted them to board. There was definitely 0 chance of Crona entering first, and hunches over somewhat a little folds his arms to show his apprehension. Did they even have a destination? Sivo said he was 'oath-bound' to take them to it, but he wasn't sure the man could even be trusted. Then again, he had only met everyone else only a short time ago, and while they were along way away from trust, they seemed friendly enough.
"Uhm...What do you think, Ragnarok?" Crona whispers quietly, hoping for a bit of guidance. Unfortunately, the Demon was likely the worst possible person to ask, and on-command the gruesome creature's head stretches out from Crona's back slightly, though not growing to its full, threatening figure. "I think we should start firing lasers and shred everything. But noooooooo, you want to talk nice with the metal freakshow, some fluffy weirdo and a 'God of Time'. Ha! This is why I should make all the decisions, dimwit." The Demon snickers to itself before Crona quickly hushes it. "Awwah, Ragnarok, Come on, we talked about this." The boy mumbles, feebly looking into space. "Fine! Fine... Just to humor your dumb ass. Follow along with the gears-for-brains over there, and if he tries anything funny, rip his head off and eat his soul. He looks resourceful, take advantage of him." Ragnarok says, before letting off a grunt and disappearing into Crona's back. The boy hums in acknowledgement, but coulden't find the courage to step into the vehicle, and glaces timidly between the others for them to make the first move.
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