Medusa Gorgon

"Do you really want a monotonous world... Where nothing ever changes?" ~ Medusa ( ♡ + ↻ )

"Well then you'll have to dissociate more carefully then," she said calmly, finishing with wrapping the younger person's finger. "There, that should be alright. Come back in a day or two so I can change the bandage."

"Hm, what do you invent then?" she asked, finding a seat to lean back in, her arms crossing loosely. She did seem quite interested.

" 'My Little Pony'?" she echoed. Not her first choice, of course but... well, whichever. "Well, make sure to keep you head focused on your task, especially if you are working with sharp objects."

She had grown Crona's roots, and their the trunk, strong yet twisted as it was, while Maka and the others would help Crona branch out and bloom. Help her child where she couldn't anymore.

Medusa is good at pretending but when she doesn't bother, that's when the awkwardness comes out. She keeps her gaze away from her child, her expression neutral, closed off as she listens. "Good," she nods, "Keep doing that then, it will be good for you."

of a man she knew... "I am Medusa Gorgon, you are?"

"Different powers meet is strange ways, so I doubt you're rusty, I'm just...different," she smiled, for she was a witch from a world that had gone insane and death was never only the end. She stepped forward, approaching him. He was quite tall and his silver hair reminded her

She had taught them... unclearly. Insanity, cruelty, a messed up attempt at changing the world and protecting her only child, her witch's child. "Crona... when you're with Maka and the others, what do you do when you're with them?"

"It's alright if you don't, I never taught you how," she said, though that wasn't quite true. She had taught Crona, taught them to stab when they didn't know what to do, a way to protect themselves, to fight off things that might hurt, might kill.