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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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Four months ago.
[Just before Britain got nuked. He has never stayed away from young master for so long.]
...May I ask the same question?
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Kevin's clearly not happy about it. (Who would be, really?) He's sure '12 months' isn't something Kevin really wants to hear, then -
but what else can he say?]
It's been a year, now...
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[This child, this poor child, has been growing in this terrible place for an entire year?]
...Master Walker, when was last time you attended school?
[His education!]
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[OF ALL QUESTIONS
that wasn't one he was expecting in the slightest.]
I haven't... [ever.]
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No, Master Walker. That won't do. We will have to start immediately.
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He leans away, pressing his back into the chair. Start what? School, start school immediately? He can't go to school now.]
W-what? No, that's really not necessary, Mr. Kevin.
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[He produces a notebook from his jacket and starts scribbling on a blank page. Finally, he detaches it with great care, folds it into a tiny square and puts it on Allen's hand, accompanied by local currency.]
Go to this address immediately and buy the books and tools on the list. I'll be waiting right here.
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He pulls his hand back, like Kevin'd just offered him a rotten fish, coins clacking on the table.]
You're not being serious, are you? I- I apprenticed, you needn't-!
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One year without schooling! No, that is not allowed. Though we might pick up where your previous instructor left. What sort of apprenticeship would that be?
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The fact that Kevin appears to be transforming into a governess as they speak is terrifying enough, but when he gets to the words 'where you previous instructor left', Allen suddenly seems almost nauseous at the prospect.]
I'd rather you didn't.
[Did he even hear the last question? Who knows.]
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Oh dear...[There is legitimate concern in his old matron's voice now.] Did he mistreat you? Was his behavior improper in any way?
1/2
want to know.]
He...
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It wasn't an education at all, it was an exercise in excess and depravity! There's no way you can pick up where he left off. You can't even suggest it!
[And he's goddamn proud to be Cross Marian's student. He'll just never say that out loud. Too tsun for his (late, but still living) master.]
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[He grabs Allen's hands and looks intently in his eye. Allen can practically hear the holy bells of salvation.]
Never fear. You shall receive a proper and civilized schooling. There will be no depravity this time.
[He will just need to warn Mister Break in advance. And lock the pervert plumber away. Maybe the midget demon too.]
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And then his gaze slides over to that bit of paper he'd dropped a minute ago.]
What would you be teaching, then...
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He can't believe he might actually be considering Kevin's offer, though...
It's not that he dislikes learning (a proper education would have been lovely, he can't deny it), it's just...]
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[Can Allen really resist the power of knowledge?]
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[But he sits back with a heavy sigh, brow knit. He doesn't know what to dooooo.]
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Even better.
[He will feed, shelter and teach the young man. Yessss.]
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I'll - consider it, Mr. Kevin.
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