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[inorganically.livejournal.com]

When you come from a world where shooting yourself in the head is a legitimately useful mode of transportation, appearing in a new location after getting hit by a rocket is actually less disorienting than it has any reason to be.

That said, Chrome Dokuro has never, in her life, found herself staring down a giant bat as startled by her presence as she is by its existence.


Two voices, one human, one very much not, go "EEEEEEEEEEEEE" in unison, and both of them take off in opposite directions on instinct. The human end of this chorus runs right out the end of the cave she wound up in and right off the edge of the hill it was built into, not-very-merrily tumbling end over end aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way to the bottom.

If Chrome were conscious after this, she'd say "ow".

Sadly, Chrome is ... not.

Ooops.

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[inorganically.livejournal.com]

Chrome ... does not react for several long moments, her hand stilled where it holds the burger.

She finishes eating. She folds up the wrapper. She swallows. She throws the wrapper away.

Her hand tightens around the top of the trash can to keep herself standing up.

"Mukuro-sama will find me," she says, slowly. "I know he will."

She just has to wait now. Just. Has to wait. That's not so hard. She can wait.

"Is there any way to call somewhere else from here?"

The man shakes his head. "I'm sorry."

Chrome's face tightens. "It is not your fault," she says. "Thank you for your kindness."

Her back straightens and her fist tightens reassuringly around the weight of her trident's handle. "I think I am going to find a place to sleep." she says. "Goodbye. Thank you."

She doesn't hesitate as she walks out the door.

[frozen-flakes.livejournal.com]

When she goes, Snow doesn't follow.

There's ice in other places, and they don't have awkwardness.