YOUMA (???)

    They jumped when the human(?) addressed them directly;
gripping the blade even tighter and turning their head slightly to
 avoid making eye contact, but still speak to their self-proclaimed
‘opponent’. “Stop looking at me like that- I don’t like it when
people stare.” Crona reiterated, holding Ragnarok in front of them
in a manner almost defensive, before their weapon piped in (this
time aloud) and loudly told them to ‘Just eat her already, stupid!’.

   Slowly, they turned to look at her out of the corner of their eye,
posture straightening up and tilting their head. “…Why do people
always think that I’m talking to myself…? Ragnarok is right here-
he’s always here.” Whom they were speaking to this time was left
unclear. 

     A shaky sigh, and they finally rose their gaze to look at her directly.
“…I-It’s not polite to interrupt a conversation, you know.”

      as time passed painfully slow & the silence between the two grew thicker for a few moments the weight on her chest only seemed to increase almost making her unable to breathe, trembling knees threatening to give in at any moment. she was ALL ALONE & didn’t have that much experience when it came to enemies still, but judging by the blade the creature in front of her was holding it seemed like her moon tiara action attack would be completely USELESS. once she listens to a second voice yell something about eating her, the novice soldier’s eyes grew as wide as the moon ! ( no pun intended, this is a serious issue the girl could literally DIE tonight. ) “ listen.. – “ she starts, the girl’s nervous laughter echoing in the empty church. “ you really wouldn’t want to eat me, all i eat are sweets you’ll probably gain weight ! “ this is really unprofessional of her & not helping her case at all. “ no, wait ! let’s start over. “ she clears her throat. “ just tell me who you are & what are your means here. “

YOUMA (????)

@lunavitris || starter call [x]

    Their hands were trembling; the obsidian sword shaking
in the witch’s hand as they sized up the young woman in front
of them- expression pleading. The Mister could feel the unusual
wavelength of her soul. “I can’t- I don’t like fighting girls…”
Crona murmured quietly, to someone that only they could hear. 
“What if she looks at me? It makes me uncomfortable when
girls look at me…”

       when luna told the senshi-in-training she had sensed a DARK energy nearby & that they needed to investigate immediately when she was about to take a nap usagi wasn’t happy about it. & now that she’s standing face to face with the alleged youma due to a not so swift entrance, her power of will has reached negative numbers. it wasn’t that they looked scary like the other youma, however, they had an eerie feel to them. once she listens to the sound of their voice, the blonde begins to look around in search of whomever they should be talking to but she was assured that her, the talking black cat that had dragged her all the way here & them were the only people there. however, she puts on a brave front although her knees might be shaking a little. “ hey, youma ! “ she calls out. “ it’s rude to overlook your opponent & talk to yourself, you know ? “