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[debtor]

Date & Time: January 15th, or whenever
Location: somewhere in the creepy castle/hotel/museum
Characters: Allen Walker, Howard Link, Rosette Christopher, Chrono, and anyone else in the castle who feels like dropping by at any point.
Summary: SOUL SHENANIGANS and whatever else your heart desires. Open to castle antics.
Warnings: ALLEN WALKER IS FINE

[Allen sure is super unconscious suddenly.

And gray. For some reason.]



[And you may have heard someone screaming "I'M FINE" repeatedly at themselves near the castle grounds a short while ago, strangely.]

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[soul_sister]

[She rushes with him, chain still held tightly in her fist. Like with Rhode, any weapon was better that no weapon... and where Allen struck, Rosette followed through with the rush of her chainwrapped fist.]

[debtor]

[This is why he hates Exorcists.

Allen swings again with his left hand. Nea stumbles, falters with a growl of frustration. He holds out his own hand towards the both of them, trying to force them back with a pulse of some dark energy; a disgusting, stomach-churning sensation permeates the air. Or whatever passes for air here.

But the Noah's already begun to sink away, receding into his own shadow, with its hollow eyes and glowing rictus, beyond the center ring.]

[soul_sister]

[The dark force gives her trouble, pushing back almost as hard as she struggled forward. She squared her shoulders and dug her feet in as much as she could, bulldozing through the wretched, skin crawling sensation...

But the sight of him falling back... it gave her another surge of energy. She squeezed Allen's hand, and shouted:]

We need to pin him down!

[If the memories were true.. there might be a way to force Nea out, but it wont be this time, and it might not be THIS WAY. But there WAS something they could do.]

[debtor]

[What if he just plows through and HEADBUTTS IT, left hand latching onto the shadow's arm as it falls back.]

[soul_sister]

[It gets a wild grin from Rosette. THAT'S the kind of fighting she's talking about.

She is, if nothing else, used to working in tandem with a partner. She pushes forward in his wake, giving him just enough to swing his body weight, and just far enough back to keep from tangling. The moment he has a grip on the shadow's arm, she ducks low, lashing out in a low sweep at the back of the shadow's knees.]

[debtor]

[With that, the Fourteenth hits the ground, and Allen goes down with him, pinning the other's arm and holding them both down. The face stares back up at him, always grinning.

Imagined sweat drips off Allen's brow. He feels like a live wire, like he can feel every nerve ending sparking. Like he could tear down a building right now. Chest heaving, he cracks a smile,] Got 'im.

[soul_sister]

[She kneels beside them, and drops the chain that had been binding Allen over the 14th's chest. She arranges it around him, so that she'll be able to pull it tight quickly.]

On three.

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[debtor]

[Deep breath.] One-


[The ground rumbles under them, and Allen's grip tightens.] Two-

[debtor]

[And releases his arms to pull the Noah up, exposing his back.] Three!

1/2

[soul_sister]

[On three, she slams her foot down and stands up, pulling both sides of the chain with all of her power.

For that split second that Allen lets go and Rosette moves, the tent warps with a last attempt at them, the whole big top suddenly seems to reach inward, shadows forming hundreds and hundreds of hands, reaching in towards them in a blurring, howling rush...

The chains rattle and sing as they are snapped tight around the Noah- and everything freezes-]

[soul_sister]

[As she hands the ends of the chains to Allen, the outside traces of Noah start to evaporate, like smoke.]

Excuse my language... but holy crap.

...


You.... probably want to find something REALLY good to tie that down.

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[debtor]

[His gaze lingers on the ceiling for a second longer, before snapping to her. He's not letting go of those chains. He is not letting this thing escape.

Something... There is the chair. It's certainly not Allen's seat. Perhaps the Fourteenth would like to have it back.]

[debtor]

[But what he cannot do is ask any more of her.] I can take care of it.

Rosette, I think they're probably wondering what's taking you so long.

{You need to go.]

[soul_sister]

[She looks at him a moment, and down at the Fourteenth... No, this was his. Sometimes, you simply have to trust people.

She gives him a grin and pokes him in the forehead. Even lightly, it smarted a little.]

I'll see you soon.

[And she vanishes, a soft light, fading away.]