Discussing blood experiment possibilities for maybe intended home

[poem_in_despair]

I... I-I don't want to! I can't! I don't know how to d-deal with more experiments...

And what's this shit about Medusa maybe going there too?! I didn't agree to this!

And if Mother is... is there she'll... I... I don't want t-to...

We don't need any more experiments, dumbass Mun! We need more souls to eat! What's the hold up?!

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[vectorophidia]

[It hasn't even been a minute, and already Medusa is convinced that this is a good idea. For Crona that is.]

Crona?

[She half croons it, like she loves calling your name. Which she does, only because you'll react to it so poorly. Maybe she didn't hear what the both of you said, maybe she did. She'll let you guess.]

[poem_in_despair]

...

[And with that Crona will squeak in horrified surprise.]

...M-Mother.

[vectorophidia]

[Amusing, but predictable. Sometimes, Medusa can hardly believe you're her child. Poor weak little thing. She speaks softly, and her voice is sugar sweet.]

Ah? You don't seem very pleased to see me.

[poem_in_despair]

I-I... I didn't know you were here.

[Maybe mommy dearest didn't hear anything.]

[vectorophidia]

[Sugar sweet just got sickly.]

I've been here for some time.

[WHAT COULD THIS MEAN. HOW AMBIGUOUS.]

[poem_in_despair]

...

[Oh god why?!]

D... Did you need something, Mother?

We're a little busy right now, if you haven't noticed!

[vectorophidia]

[Bah. Medusa will handwave your plans away. Tsk, tsk Ragnarok. No-one sasses Mommy.]

I'm sure that whatever your plans are, they can wait.

[As her tone suddenly acquires about five shades of menacing.]

Can't they, Crona?

[poem_in_despair]

[Crona looks away quickly from that hard tone and nods hesitantly. Ragnarok still protests but has... perhaps... backed off to put Crona between him and the snake witch.]

... But this stupid Mun isn't letting me eat any souls!

[vectorophidia]

[But that's okay as Medusa makes up the distance with a little (mostly) unthreatening step.]

So I've heard.

[Pause while she leers at the two of you for that less than pleasant discussion about her presence.]

You need more than souls to be strong, Crona. Ragnarok.

[She does suspect deep down that Crona won't become a Kishin. Crona is doomed to be that one failed experiment. A disappointing whelp of a child. Have a glare for that, by the way before it turns into an uninterested look.]

An experiment or two might be good for you.

[poem_in_despair]

B-But...Why?

[Crona wrings their hands nervously, not wanting to question Medusa but if it could get them out of any more horrifying experimentation... and angry looks.]

I... I can try harder.

We're not being let out to do any damned things anyways so our hands are tied.

[vectorophidia]

[There's something that could look like an amused glint in Medusa's eye.]

Ah? You mean to say that you weren't already trying your hardest?

[She ignores Ragnarok for the moment in pursuit of this most intriguing confession.]

[poem_in_despair]

N-N-No! I-I mean...

[Crona favors clutching their hands tightly instead, looking at them nervously.]

Crona would be able to do more if this stupid Mun wasn't holding us back, that's what!

[vectorophidia]

[Turning children into wibbling puddles. It's a full time job, sometimes.]

It isn't very nice of you to blame your failures on others. Be more persuasive. Or can't you even do that?

[poem_in_despair]

[Don't mention Maka, don't mention Maka, don't mention Maka.]

It's true! If she wasn't such a damned wuss about stepping on other people's toes then me and Crona wouldn't have to sit here with nothing to do!

[silent_bullet]

....More...experiments..?

[poem_in_despair]

Uhm...Y-Yes...

[Another unknown person. Fidgety Crona if fidgety.]

What are you, deaf?!

[silent_bullet]

That's not right...

[ it's okay Crona. Lace isn't going to bully you. u.u

Don't mind him staring at you Ragnarok ]

.......Ah...You have a weird bug on you.... [ he'll swat Ragnarok in a minute. ]

[poem_in_despair]

Wh-What are you doing?!

[Crona quickly shies away from the innocent swatting while Ragnarok tries to lean forward to look imposing.]

Watch who you're calling a bug, you dumbass!

[silent_bullet]

I'm sorry...Did I scare you? ....I thought you'd be happy if I got rid of it...It looks really gross.

Oh....It talks...? [ and such language too! Sorry Ragnarok Lace gets verbally abused a lot. Try harder. ]

[poem_in_despair]

Ragnarok isn't... a bug.

I'm not going anywhere but if you wanna fight keep 'em coming, brat!

But... B-But I don't want to fight right now.

[silent_bullet]

I don't want to fight you...I thought I was....helping...

Ragnarok? Is that what the blob thing is? It looks kinda cool...but heavy...

[poem_in_despair]

I don't know h-how to deal... with helping.

Damned right I'm cool! Took you long enough to realize, moron.

[silent_bullet]

.....I think you're supposed to say thank you...? [HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH YOU NOT KNOWING HOW TO DEAL WITH HELP]

He's kinda noisy though... [Oh! Ragnarok is kinda like a child right? Kids like candy and candy means he won't yell anymore. Lace digs through his pocket pulling out a wrapped piece of candy before holding it up to Ragnarok.]

Will this fix it?

[poem_in_despair]

... Why?

[Candy? Did you say candy? Ragnarok will be suspicious for all of half a second before nearly biting off Lace's hand to get the candy. Couldn't be civil and you know... take the candy with his hand.]

I'll think about it.

[silent_bullet]

It's polite?

[ Lace has cat like reflexes so he's fine. ]

I can give you more candy. [Lace has a lot from when he met a certain someone who kept throwing it at him. ]

[poem_in_despair]

... I don't know how t-to deal with polite.

[What is this 'polite' you speak of? Sounds dangerous.]

Finally, this stupid Mun of ours doesn't keep any damned candy around!

[silent_bullet]

Polite is when you're being nice.

[ And here Ragnarok he'll just toss you another piece. ]

I like candy too...It's easy to find when people throw it at you...

[ To him it's completely normal for people to do that]

[poem_in_despair]

...O-Oh.

[They get it. ...Wait...no. Not yet.]

Maybe they're throwing it at you 'cause you look so weak!