thatsnotcute | ☠ 1st Haunt ☠

[This is not what she had planned. Most certainly not. When Perona told Kuma where she wanted to go, she made it very clear that a dark, desolate castle would be the ideal place, not the middle of a frozen lake. Or, really, a half frozen lake. Not only that, but somehow she got booted so hard it...knocked her clothes off? Or something. There had to be some explanation for the flimsy piece of white cloth she was wearing instead of her usual ensemble. Oh, that big brute is going to pay for this.

...Once she gets to safety.

;A;]

This isn’t where I wanted to go to at all! What part of this place even remotely resembles where I told that horrible giant I wanted to go to?! I-I’m going to die here! I’ll really die! [Perona whimpers, laying herself flat on her pitiful ice slab, creeping as far as she could along the cold, icy surface. She lets out a blood-curdling scream when her whole arm submerges on a patch of thin ice, and scrambles to a thicker, sturdier spot, curling up onto herself. She hasn't yet noticed the journal recording her, nor the wings. There are other pressing matters to focus on.]

Waaah, Bearsy! Help me! Someone, please, help me! I don’t want to die for real this time! I don’t want to die! Bearsy! [She whimpers again, sniffling as well.] I-If it wasn’t for those stupid Straw Hats and that dumb Long-Nose, none of this would have happened! I would have never had to leave Thriller Bark, and I wouldn’t be stuck here, either! WHY AM I HERE?! AND WHERE AM I TO BEGIN WITH?! I WANT TO GO BACK TO THRILLER BARK!

Someone please help... [Uuuuu. ;~;]

[OOC: Kinda-sorta placeholder until tomorrow after class. I'll tag around for a bit, but then bed after that. /o/ Tags will resume tomorrow!]

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[Have a snort, Princess. That's a hoot. He should've let you drown.]

You want s-someone to t-take care of you? Th-There's a house that's full of f-f-fools who'll do it. I d-don't think it's that b-big, but it's full of people wh-who'll try and t-take care of you.

[An entire house full of people to wait on her hand and foot?! Perfection! That's exactly what Perona was hoping to hear! Even if it may not be as luxurious and cushy as her room in Thriller Bark, so long as she doesn't have to lift a finger, then it'll be fine. She can just get her luxuries later.

Or steal them. Whatever comes first.]

Oh?! Where is that house?! Is it big, does it have a lot of rooms? I need the biggest, with a grand closet I can walk into, a-and a nice soft carpet, a canopy bed, m-maybe a vanity mirror and dresser set...ah, I'm going to need so much! I can't wait to start living. Will those people do everything I tell them to? Are they cute? I won't settle for uncute servants!

[Perona moves with a bit more spring in her step, anxious and excited to get her room and "servants". And clothes, of course. She's cold, too, but the excitement is a good distraction from it.]

Are we almost at the town?

[Totally ignoring all that, oh sheesh. Don't you ever shut up? Seriously? He's gonna be happy when she's gone. At least he's focusing on stopping his stuttering, as hard at it is.]

D-Does it look like it? I don't know how l-long it is, but I know this is the w-way. [Man, he really needs to warm up.]

[SORRY, NO. But Perona's at least walking in step to her poor, cold, drenched companion. She's keeping an eye on him and how he's faring - considering he's still wearing the wet, cold clothes he was when he fell into the water before. Honestly, is he an idiot? It'll take longer, and he may have to carry some things, but...a debt is a debt so long as it's not paid back with treasure or goods. Perona can at least be of some service.]

Hey, boy. ...Wait. [She takes his arm to get him to stop.] If you keep wearing all those things, you're going to freeze faster. Anything you can do without, take it off. I'll carry them until we get new, dry clothes to wear. I'm not as wet as you are, and I'm used to cool, damp places.

[Chien shakes his head and shakes off her hand - or tries to, really, the cold doesn't exactly help with moving. So hi, meet one of the most stubborn people who refuse help because they don't like to depend on people.]

I'm fine. N-Nothing I can't handle.

Stubborn fool.

[Honestly, he's going to freeze! Is his pride really more important than his health?! Ugh, some people are just plain idiotic. Perona's tempted to use her negative hollows on him - just long enough to get him to sit still so she can remove the excess layers - but resists. She's really not all that inclined to waste her energy on a moron. Though if he keeps shaking like that, she may give the thought another go.

Sighing, they walk on, with Perona following close by. She's shivering too, and winces each time she steps over something sharp. Bare feet...ugh. Really, she couldn't have gotten shoes at least? It'd be nice if she could just fly off, but leaving her body here would be unwise. And she really does not trust this boy enough to carry her body while her spirit wanders free.

Thankfully though, the treeline thins out, and Perona can make out buildings and houses in the distance. Oh, civilization, you are a true gift to the materialistic!]

[Oh by the heavens he's never been more thankful to see that damn village. Once they reach the actual outskirts of the place, he'll nod northward.]

If you keep walking that way, you'll find food, your clothes, weapons... Things like that. It's all in one big area. There'll be a lot of people walking around too if you still need help, but I'm done.

[Yup he has his hideout not too far from the bakery though. So they still have to go the same way.]

[Ahaha, not so fast. Perona makes a grab for the young man, pulling at his clothes insistently. Though safe and sound, she is not about to be left behind and alone by anyone in a strange, new place. Perona hasn't scoped out the area with her hollows, so she doesn't know the dangers. That, and she really just needs and wants someone to talk to her.

Oh, and the kid's still shaking pretty bad.]

Wait. You're going to die if you don't change. And it's my fault, so I'll feel responsible if you really die. [Not one to mince words, this one.] Come, you can leave after you've changed - then I won't have to take responsibility for you if anything happens.

[And off she walks, grip firm and strong. You're not running off until she's done with you, boy.]

[Oh dammit, and here he thought he could escape. More time with this girl? It's settled: saving people is very nearly out of the question.]

I'll j-just [damn he was going good] change when I get home. I have extra clothing. L-Let go!

[Futile tugging!!! Damn girl, you got one hell of a grip. Chien'd respect that if it wasn't being used on him.]

[My god, you're noisy. Noisy and stubborn. Honestly, Perona's getting more and more frustrated with that attitude, and finally releases a few hollow ghosts from her palm - just in case. They can at least keep him in line if she get too upset. A negative person is a pushover, and one Perona can "tame" with relative ease. For now though, the ghosts just float along happily, giggling and sticking out their long tongues.]

Stop complaining! If you don't behave, I'll use my negative hollows on you! You're going to get some warm, dry, cute clothes right this second! If you freeze and die, I'll be the one responsible - and then I'll have that hanging over me. I don't want to have to think about that, stubborn boy, so just be quiet! No one is cute when they complain like you do, so just shut up before I make you!

[Now come along, puppy, Perona's starting to feel cold herself.] You can leave once I'm through, and don't have to worry.

[Did you know they don't have ghosts in his world. Not technical spirits. Reincarnation has that sort of effect. So yes, effectively shut up and letting himself be dragged along. What is this girl!?

He's really regretting saving her. At least he'll get new clothes out of this - and then he'll never have to deal with her again! Probably completely worth it, even if it didn't found like it right now. Well, whatever, at some point he'll simply start glaring at the spirits and leading her to the clothing store.]

[Ahaha, it's always so enjoyable to see people get so anxious and tight-lipped when she uses her powers. Being able to provoke that level of fear and intimidation was exactly how her powers were supposed to work...so it's pleasing to her to know they still do exactly what she hopes. Especially after her crushing defeat back home; redeeming herself in the eyes of different people from different worlds is a great boost to her ego.

Humming, mood improved, Perona looks around and effectively drags her poor, bedraggled companion toward the clothing shop, her hollows passing through the walls like it's nothing.]

All right, help me look for my clothes. I have a crown with a black cross on it, and a shawl with a pink bow! And my boots are red with lots of belts...oh, and my stockings and skirt! I won't leave without all of them! I'll look for something for you, too in the meantime, stubborn boy.

[Chandelure was one ghost, these were another kind. The first was actually friendly PERONA'S ARE JUST MEAN LOOKING.]

Look for them yourself, I'll just get things for m-myself. [Ghosts be damned he is not looking for a girl's clothes. Even if they disobey the same belt-laws his world does.] And my name's Chien!

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