IYAAAAA~!

[ That's the sound the woman, standing there on some city block with a mortified look on her face, makes. Crouched down and holding her purse close to her in a panic, one might think she's being attacked. She certainly thinks she's being attacked.

Why, exactly?

Maybe it has something to do with the boy(?) standing there in front of her, looking more than a bit dumbfounded. Or maybe, just maybe, it's the fact that this young man is holding what appears to be some poor unfortunate person's detached arm. Someone's very bony arm—actually, it's more bone than anything else, really.

Yeah, that probably has something to do with it.

Or, optimistic thought, she might be screaming about the very confused gentleman zombie ™ standing there between them.

But honestly, she's probably screaming about the boy holding someone's disembodied arm, let's be real here. ]

M-Miss, this really isn't what you think...

[ He starts to wave his right hand (wait no, the other one, he's still holding someone's arm with that hand), backing away slowly.

HE MIGHT HAVE A FEW REGRETS. A little help might be nice! ]

[ To say that Chrono is used to circumstances like this is a bit of a misnomer—he's used to them, when a demon is involved. When accidents are more maliciously manufactured, and certainly not the byproduct of some capricious spirit's innocent whimsy gone awry.

But that doesn't change the fact that, after tracking the spritely specter throughout the city, the demon-god stops dead in his tracks the moment he hears tires screech, and the gut-wrenching crunch of metal colliding head-on with metal nearby.

And sitting in an intersection, two cars, both with their headlights disabled, in a mangled in a heap of metal and destruction. Suddenly, finding that spirit (the one that very likely caused this mess) moved so far down Chrono's priority list. Breaking into a sprint toward the scene, he begins to steel himself. This... isn't going to be pretty.

And without his horns—

No, there must be something he could do. There has to be. Surrounded by the mangled remains of what once was two vehicles, but now is some twisted, gruesome conjoined mess that he had to attempt to pull the survivors from...

If anyone could survive something like that...

She'd still insist on helping them, wouldn't she? Even at the cost of part of her life. Refusing would never be an option—Rosette would just make the choice for them. Even now, she made that choice for him, even if she was nowhere to be found.

Maybe that's what pushed him even harder; made Chrono run even faster, to try to help. No horns, no contractor, and no astral line to tap into, there had to be something he could do here! Right?! He can't just leave them there to die!

Time to find out what he was really capable of here. ]

[ Got an idea that isn't here? hmu either in this thread or on Plurk at pearlescent! ]