03-10-2015, 05:20 AM
"Oh, youre just a ditz. No threat. You and Crona got something in common." Ragnarok huffs with an irritated sigh before releasing its grip on the girl and taking its place back over Crona's head. The creature would likely have made another obnoxious remark to the girl if his train of thought was not interrupted by a sudden display of mechanical power surging through Sivo's systems. Crona stares terrified at the sight, but Ragnarok crosses his arms as if Sivo was just an annoying child acting rude to it. "Turned on the lightshow, huh? Get up Crona, the scrapheap thinks its tough."
"Uhm, Ragnarok, I don't think... Crona began, but a little bonk on the head from the Demon stopped his whining near immediately. "Ow! Ok, ok. Uhm, Oh... Sorry, Excuse me, miss..." He apologizes quickly to the girl and attempts to squirm and wiggle away from her. If the girl didn't object, he would very quickly be in the clear in a few moments, likely standing in clear sight of the large majority of Sivo's array of targeting sights and sensors. The pink-haired child takes a moment to dust himself off, before looking at the Enginseer again. "Sivo, listen..." He starts, slowly raising his hands, and as soon as he does Ragnarok suddenly disappears in a flash of sickly purple light, and Crona was armed with his blade once more. "I don't want to fight. If somethings bothering you, why not write a poem?" He mumbles innocently. If it wasn't for the oddly disturbing black blade he was brandishing, it might have sounded like a mercy plea.
Despite what he was saying, Crona seemed very focused on the fight at hand, and proceeds to swing his blade around several times around his body to display some his finesse before holding the blade infront of him in a guard. Compared to what he looked like only a moment ago, Crona became significantly more confident now that he was preparing to fight, and continues staring blankly at Sivo as he listened out for a response, either the machine's words or the sound of its weapons firing.
"Uhm, Ragnarok, I don't think... Crona began, but a little bonk on the head from the Demon stopped his whining near immediately. "Ow! Ok, ok. Uhm, Oh... Sorry, Excuse me, miss..." He apologizes quickly to the girl and attempts to squirm and wiggle away from her. If the girl didn't object, he would very quickly be in the clear in a few moments, likely standing in clear sight of the large majority of Sivo's array of targeting sights and sensors. The pink-haired child takes a moment to dust himself off, before looking at the Enginseer again. "Sivo, listen..." He starts, slowly raising his hands, and as soon as he does Ragnarok suddenly disappears in a flash of sickly purple light, and Crona was armed with his blade once more. "I don't want to fight. If somethings bothering you, why not write a poem?" He mumbles innocently. If it wasn't for the oddly disturbing black blade he was brandishing, it might have sounded like a mercy plea.
Despite what he was saying, Crona seemed very focused on the fight at hand, and proceeds to swing his blade around several times around his body to display some his finesse before holding the blade infront of him in a guard. Compared to what he looked like only a moment ago, Crona became significantly more confident now that he was preparing to fight, and continues staring blankly at Sivo as he listened out for a response, either the machine's words or the sound of its weapons firing.
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