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debtor) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-12-07 05:36 pm
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Date & Time: Around December 9th (forward-dated)
Location: around town, Earthside
Characters: Allen Walker (debtor) and YOU
Summary: Allen returns from his canon update and avoids all his friends like a dumbass.
Warnings: terrible hair and eau de hobo
[It's not the Moon, at least.
He remembers it vividly enough now. Had forgotten it for a year, he'd forgotten all of it — a massive, terrible gap in his memory he hadn't realized was missing until it'd all come rushing back the moment he'd returned. It'd left his head spinning for a day, but by now he thinks he's got a firm enough grasp of it. No, this isn't the Moon, but it isn't the Exsilium he knows, either.
It'd all turned to snow, Kaneis had told him...
He hasn't sought out Kaneis. He hasn't sought out any of them. Not his friends, not his comrades. He can't.
He's been gone a long time, he's sure, and if any of them are still here, they've gotten on fine without him
(better off without him.)
He can't let himself want to. They're probably not even still here.
This is how it should be.]
[But if you know him, the boy is more or less in the same state he was in a few days ago. A fraction of an inch taller, just barely thinner about the face, changes so insignificant they'd be too difficult to really pin-point; save for his hair, which is unmistakably longer and tied back in a ponytail, presently. He dons a battered old coat clearly not intended for subzero temperatures, and carries with him everywhere a worn brown suitcase (stuffed to the brim mainly with clown props. Don't ask.) He's spent his energy seeking supplies, since arriving. If there's one thing he refuses to do, it's succumb to starvation or frostbite here and now, of all times. Once he's set, he can figure out what to do next.
And he really doesn't know.
Can he still fight this war? How can he help in this world, when he's like this? He thought he was following his own path, really his own, finally, only to be thrown off it entirely. Again.
He does what he can do, what he thinks best. He stays the course. He moves through this place as he did his own world - alone. He's not an Exorcist, he's not a soldier or Transport to anyone he meets, he's wearing the mask of a nameless drifter; he tells the locals he's nothing but a traveling entertainer, just passing through town, when they inquire. It's only half a lie. He brushes off the mistrustful glances he receives, smiles genially at every unfamiliar and unfriendly face, never stays in one place long, covers his tracks and fades into the background just as he'd learned from Cross. (Easier to do when everything's so dang white.) It's second nature now. And he does well at it
except he's neglected to actually disguise himself, and you may just be able to spot him around the town.
Throughout the day he can be found within and without various shops and businesses, bartering for food or winter clothing or a room in an inn. Inflatable balls and moth-bitten shirts can only fetch you so much in this market, though, he's finding, but he haggles as hard as he can.
At one point, he wanders out into the snow, shaking in the chill despite himself, squinting into the stark landscape, but finds himself unwilling to step out too far into it like this, lest he lose himself in some featureless snowdrift and die a terribly undignified death. Possibly at the hands of a polar bear. Like that one maybe, right over there, which is getting alarmingly close...
...And in the evening, he finds shelter back in the tunnels, curled up in some dark, uninhabited corner where he can catch a few hours of undisturbed sleep, perhaps. Somehow, he manages.
He's totally got the hang of this, he's doing great on his own, don't worry.]
Location: around town, Earthside
Characters: Allen Walker (
debtor) and YOU Summary: Allen returns from his canon update and avoids all his friends like a dumbass.
Warnings: terrible hair and eau de hobo
[It's not the Moon, at least.
He remembers it vividly enough now. Had forgotten it for a year, he'd forgotten all of it — a massive, terrible gap in his memory he hadn't realized was missing until it'd all come rushing back the moment he'd returned. It'd left his head spinning for a day, but by now he thinks he's got a firm enough grasp of it. No, this isn't the Moon, but it isn't the Exsilium he knows, either.
It'd all turned to snow, Kaneis had told him...
He hasn't sought out Kaneis. He hasn't sought out any of them. Not his friends, not his comrades. He can't.
He's been gone a long time, he's sure, and if any of them are still here, they've gotten on fine without him
(better off without him.)
He can't let himself want to. They're probably not even still here.
This is how it should be.]
[But if you know him, the boy is more or less in the same state he was in a few days ago. A fraction of an inch taller, just barely thinner about the face, changes so insignificant they'd be too difficult to really pin-point; save for his hair, which is unmistakably longer and tied back in a ponytail, presently. He dons a battered old coat clearly not intended for subzero temperatures, and carries with him everywhere a worn brown suitcase (stuffed to the brim mainly with clown props. Don't ask.) He's spent his energy seeking supplies, since arriving. If there's one thing he refuses to do, it's succumb to starvation or frostbite here and now, of all times. Once he's set, he can figure out what to do next.
And he really doesn't know.
Can he still fight this war? How can he help in this world, when he's like this? He thought he was following his own path, really his own, finally, only to be thrown off it entirely. Again.
He does what he can do, what he thinks best. He stays the course. He moves through this place as he did his own world - alone. He's not an Exorcist, he's not a soldier or Transport to anyone he meets, he's wearing the mask of a nameless drifter; he tells the locals he's nothing but a traveling entertainer, just passing through town, when they inquire. It's only half a lie. He brushes off the mistrustful glances he receives, smiles genially at every unfamiliar and unfriendly face, never stays in one place long, covers his tracks and fades into the background just as he'd learned from Cross. (Easier to do when everything's so dang white.) It's second nature now. And he does well at it
except he's neglected to actually disguise himself, and you may just be able to spot him around the town.
Throughout the day he can be found within and without various shops and businesses, bartering for food or winter clothing or a room in an inn. Inflatable balls and moth-bitten shirts can only fetch you so much in this market, though, he's finding, but he haggles as hard as he can.
At one point, he wanders out into the snow, shaking in the chill despite himself, squinting into the stark landscape, but finds himself unwilling to step out too far into it like this, lest he lose himself in some featureless snowdrift and die a terribly undignified death. Possibly at the hands of a polar bear. Like that one maybe, right over there, which is getting alarmingly close...
...And in the evening, he finds shelter back in the tunnels, curled up in some dark, uninhabited corner where he can catch a few hours of undisturbed sleep, perhaps. Somehow, he manages.
He's totally got the hang of this, he's doing great on his own, don't worry.]
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But it hasn't been that long since he'd last seen Walker, and some missions last about as long, he tells himself. So when the day's tasks are finished he looks for Allen, asking transports and locals whether or not they've seen a young man with white hair and a distinctive scar. It isn't until today that he manages to catch a promising rumor. Of course, he thinks, the Transporter had been reassembled again after all.
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But when he does notice him, he stops stock-still mid-step and boggles at Link like a rabbit in headlights. Link. Howard Link. Who he's gotten to know twice now, two overlapping sets of contrary memories fighting it out in his head all at once. Howard Link, who last he saw, had been sprouting holy feathers from his eye sockets and blasting holes in dungeon walls (two months ago), or in their moonbase bedroom (how long ago was that...?)]
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by the Order.
Without a word, Allen takes a step back...]
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[TAKING OFF AFTER HIM]
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[Rounding a corner, AND DUCKING BEHIND ANOTHER, trying to lose him.
There's not a second to spare to collect his thoughts, or to try to remember what timeline the Link here is from (did he ever tell him?!) or if he has any idea what's happened — all he knows now is that he doesn't need the Order monitoring him, or worse, apprehending him, even in a place like this! IT'S NOTHING PERSONAL, he's a free spirit now!!
ROUNDING ANOTHER CORNER.]
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[He's hot on his heels and likely in better condition than Allen considering his state while on the run. As soon as he has Allen in his sights again, Link sends a flurry of seals after him, taking advantage of the narrow space of the tunnels to throw a barrier up in front of Allen and create a dead end.]
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[He rushes forward regardless, claw and cape erupting from his shoulder - slightly but noticeably deformed by odd glowing feathers - and slashes through the air at the paper slips, attempting to break through.]
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A swath of talismans scatter into pieces from Allen's attack before they manage to seal into place, but Link reinforces with his Initiative weapon, the one he'd switched to after the mission to the UE compound, pouring more magic into the barrier as he brings up another behind himself, so that the two of them are trapped together.]
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Please, drop the barrier, Link.
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Not until you have the decency to tell me why it is that the very first thing you do upon seeing me here is to run.
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[Is he lying? Who knows! But he's certainly not inclined to speak now, caged in like this. It's precisely what he was trying to avoid.]
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As this happens Link approaches Allen slowly, until he's within grabbing distance.]
If you hadn't run at all I wouldn't have done this to begin with. What happened? [Did Allen go home after all? He certainly appears a bit changed...]
...Are you injured? [He presses a hand to his own gut illustratively, indicating where Kanda had run Allen through once in his mindless fight against Alma Karma. At least if Allen reacts Link will have a place to start.]
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And unconsciously, eyes widening as Link gestures, his hand moves to his own side - indeed, where Kanda had impaled him. So he does know... About that.
He quickly drops his hand when he realizes, shaking his head.]
I'm not hurt.
[ and after a pause, he decides that if he's going to talk, he may as well just cut to the chase, ] Link, what's the last thing you remember? From home?
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He draws up at the question, stowing away the talismans and regarding Allen with a searching look.]
... The Noah had taken you from your holding cell after you.. had an attack, I suppose. There was a struggle.
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What happened in the holding cell was two months ago. He hadn't seen or heard a peep from Link since - he'd been unwilling to think the worst, had to have faith it had turned out okay. Is Link here proof that it did? He has to be, right?
But... His brow furrows. Allen had an attack, 'he supposes'?]
We were both attacked. [And he'd left Link in the dungeon with that...
creature.]
But you make it out all right?
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The Noah hardly had reason to attack you if they intended to turn you to their side...
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It seemed irrelevant to explain this to you before but... The Order believes that I died in the escape. However, I'm whole and well, as you can see.
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However, the question forefront in Allen's mind is why Link seems to be ignoring(?) one crucial little detail:]
I don't mean the Noah, Link. [ for once. prompting, ] The Apocryphos, he attacked you.
[And it was highly distressing! Certainly unforgettably so]
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Apocryphos... I'm afraid I don't recall it. But if you mean to tell me it was something else besides the Noah that prompted your escape then I believe you.
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You can't remember it, at all? [He runs a hand through his bangs, composure slipping a bit. How could Link forget something like that?
Unless the Apocryphos...
the attack was a blur to Allen - he'd been in so much pain, his limbs felt leaden, he could hardly see straight, let alone think, he'd just been desperate to stop it - but "you won't remember"...
he thinks he might have heard something to that effect.]
He must have done that to you...
[Goddammit.]
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