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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 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!

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[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.]