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exsiliumlogs2013-12-07 05:36 pm
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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Now four days back on Earth and Sophie's exploring the snowy landscape, searching for anything useful to bring back for the new housing. It's while she's roaming around, she senses out a familiar presence... and with her own eyes, spots a familiar head of white hair. He looks a little different, but she's certain it's him. ]
Allen?
[ And there's something else...
A polar bear.
...Her gauntlets materialize around her hands and she's already racing after that polar bear. Before any happy (or sad) reunions and further questioning, Sophie's going to punch that polar bear out of the way first! ]
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[Sophie?]
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He scrambles out of the way - or attempts to, and instead only finds his boot sinking deeper into the snow. This is the opposite of what he needs!!
AND WHAT IS SHE DOING?!] Sophie, run!!
[IN THE OTHER DIRECTION.]
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When she's close enough to the polar bear, she brings her fist forward with as much force as she can. The moment it connects, that bear is going to be flying several feet away... because she hits like a truck. Or maybe stronger than one. ]
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but cuts himself off abruptly as she. punches the bear.
And he watches it soar.
Well, then.]
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...Now get away from it, Sophie!
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It's far away already.
[ Do you hear that very faint thud in the distance as it lands? She turns to Allen and starts to walk towards him. ]
Are you okay, Allen?
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He can't exactly make his escape now, not with Sophie right there, and so he remains where he is, arm deactivated as he pulls his boot from the snow.
With a smile,] Mm, I'm fine. Thank you.
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But then she'd still try to chase him down anyway.Anyway, she has some things to say and questions to ask... ]
Did you... go back home? Your hair's longer.
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He hasn't been doing well with anyone today. He doesn't run.]
I did, for a little while...
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[ Sophie is honestly really is happy to see him, but she's having difficulty actually showing it. Her worried expression is far from looking happy. She brings her hands to her chest. She'd never been the kind of person to hide her feelings. If she tried, it just shows. ]
...
I feel really scared too. But why?
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What do you mean? Scared of...?
[Of him?]
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[ Sophie just looks at him, with that concerned look remaining on her face. Yes, you. Wait, no. She doesn't want to think about it. It was never like this before. It has to be something else... but what?
She shakes her head, refusing to say Allen's the reason for the fear building up in her. It doesn't look like she wants to talk about it. Allen's her friend! Still, she won't set foot near him. ]
I think... we should head indoors. It's cold and dangerous out here. [ Polar bears, yetis and all... ]
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He backs up, now.]
Don't- don't worry about me. You need to head back inside.
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Yes, there's still something I need to do.
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He glances away.]
...Are you getting a strange feeling around me, Sophie? If that's what it is, you needn't lie. [ he can make an educated guess. ]
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I am. I'm not sure what it is... but, it was never like this before. You're my friend. I shouldn't be scared of you. [ With all the strange, foreboding feeling though, all signs are pointing to Allen for some reason. ]
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Something in his expression begins to crumble. He shakes his head, hard. She should know about this. He meant to tell her, he never got around to it. But he certainly didn't want her to find out like this.]
I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, Sophie. It's... not me, it's something inside me. [ he doesn't expect her to understand. ] Something bad.
I'm looking for a way to stop it, but until then...