debtor: (STAND ★ goddammit johnny)
actual shoujo hobo allen walker. ([personal profile] debtor) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2013-12-07 05:36 pm

(all open)

Date & Time: Around December 9th (forward-dated)
Location: around town, Earthside
Characters: Allen Walker ([personal profile] 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.]
wolfchild: (sorrow ❱❰)

[personal profile] wolfchild 2013-12-08 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ nymeria finds him.

even when she wore a different face, the animals knew her. so arya really should not be surprised nymeria finds him. but she is. she had given him up for gone. lost like so many others back through the machine.

the white hair is just rare enough for her to place him despite how different he is. he won't know me. a greeting stops in her mouth.

nymeria does not share her concerns. she trots toward him fearlessly, and barks to get his attention.
]
wilder: (snowy night)

[personal profile] wilder 2013-12-08 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Help move, treat Cat's fever, set up the clinic, find housing- since getting here he's been busying himself as much as he can. Keeping oneself busy kept the thoughts away. About his past, about how there was someone missing in his life now, about the thought of being in this icy hell for goddess knows how long]

[Keep busy. He can worry about stuff later.]

[He can be found in one of the food shops. He's had an extra week from most to figure out how to earn money in this place, to get them started on a life here. He's got a thick dark cloak, with the hood down giving him away with his long red braid. He doesn't seem to notice Allen when he enters because he's too busy talking to the shopkeeper who is questioning if he really needed an order of five dozen eggs since that is a lot of eggs]


...Oh. Right. [He had totally forgotten that he didn't need that much food anymore, it was such a habit. He rubs the side of his head] Forget it, just...gimme one dozen.
velveteened: (} improve his shining tail)

[personal profile] velveteened 2013-12-08 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
boundbydevotion: (kind of hot in Jordan)

[personal profile] boundbydevotion 2013-12-08 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Four days is certainly enough time for Link to well and truly worry about what's happened to Allen. Kaneis had brought up the possibility that Allen had been sent home properly, and the prospect of that was uncomfortable to think about, both because of what would happen to him there and the sudden sense of aimlessness Link felt here without a purpose. Still, there was plenty of work to do and he concentrates on it during the day, assisting wherever it seems someone needs a hand and getting as familiar as he can with the surroundings, methods of transportation--learning as much as he can about what to look for when trying to find a place to live in this environment...

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.

With his hope kindled, Link is walking the tunnels with purpose again, looking for a familiar face.]
wolfchild: (child ❱❰)

[personal profile] wolfchild 2013-12-08 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ she looks remarkably unchanged. swaddled in thick winter clothes with good, strong gloves for both her own protection and to control her powers. her brown hair peeks out of her hood. she whistles. ]

Nymeria, come. [ to allen, she adds, ] She won't hurt you.
wilder: (am I too late)

[personal profile] wilder 2013-12-08 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Zelos hadn't paying attention at the other customers until the crash happens. Out of reflex, he whirls around to the source with the hand reaching for the sword that's hidden under his cloak]

[Only to freeze with eyes wide when he sees who is in that jerky avalanche]


- Allen?!
wolfchild: (hear ❱❰)

[personal profile] wolfchild 2013-12-08 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ her face is smooth. still water. I must be still water. ]

Where have you been, stupid? Kaneis was worried.

[ nymeria barks again. arya looks from her to allen. ] Where is Tim?
wilder: (aren't you being unfair?)

[personal profile] wilder 2013-12-08 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[He meanwhile is also trying to process this. They looked for Allen for the first couple days, trying to figure out where he's been. He had come to the conclusion that he got sent home, like so many others]

[And yet here he was, in a food shop?]

[He hasn't even connected that the kid's hair is longer than it should be from seeing him a few days ago. He instead is still trying to wrap his mind about Allen being here period. And why he was looking at hiim with such a strange, hard to read expression]


Allen...Where have you been? We've been looking all over for you!
boundbydevotion: (you mean the biblical "know"!?)

1/3

[personal profile] boundbydevotion 2013-12-08 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Link had been in the middle of registering the changes, noting his hair, the state of his clothes and the addition of more luggage--]
boundbydevotion: (unable to take your call at this time)

[personal profile] boundbydevotion 2013-12-08 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[--when]
boundbydevotion: (#2.15)

[personal profile] boundbydevotion 2013-12-08 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
WHERE ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING, WALKER!!

[TAKING OFF AFTER HIM]
wilder: (You don't have a head injury do you?)

[personal profile] wilder 2013-12-08 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[....Okay you got me there]

Home?

[He had thought the kid had gone home, but seeing him right now saying that he was home confuses him. When people go home, they don't come back to the beginning of the month. And they wouldn't remember him, certainly. At least, that's all Kaneis had ever experienced.]

[But he'll look at the kid more closely, as if he's trying to see some hint that'd explain anything. which, sure gets caught on the hair now]


....You went home and grew your hair long?

[Wow Allen after a year of hating on his long hair too!]

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