towerofanimus | Another place, another high tech device.

Characters: [OU] Allen Walker, and you.
Setting: Room 1-06, Bathroom/Hallway, Floor 81, Floor 38, and Cafeteria.
Format: Either
Summary: Allen wakes up in the tower and finds himself in a situation he's familiar with.
Warnings: Mentions of violence, and head games.

Room 1-06

'Mana' was the cause of everything.

Allen snaps awake and jerks upright with a low hiss. For a second all he can see is where he'd been, on the wrecked city street with the Earl acting stranger than usual. He can still taste the dust in the air and the blood in his mouth. He gingerly reaches up touches the side of his mouth. The blood is still there, but it's dry. He lets his hand drop and looks around at last, his eyes taking in the plain walls and the strange surroundings.

What had happened between the last thing he'd remembered and now? He starts to move his head and notices something is around his neck. "What. The..." His hands come up and brush over metal. "A collar?" Had the Order come and caught him? Had the Earl? He traces the whole way around the metal collar and doesn't find any seam or lock that he could pick.

He finally notices a letter sitting innocently near by and picks it up. Maybe it has an answer for him.

Bathroom/Hallway

His world destroyed? That didn't seem right. It had to be a joke. Within the confines of the bathroom Allen stares into the mirror and uses it to study the thing around his neck. It's not like any sort of collar he's ever seen before. What is with the fluid streaming through it? He taps it with a finger and goes back to washing his face and cleaning up the blood and dust from his person.

He's not going to touch the showers. It could be some trap to catch him. He pauses at that thought and grips the sink. The cool porcelain feels good under his fingers and he laughs quietly. "Maybe I'm being too paranoid." His reflection doesn't answer.

At least the shadow that used to lurk just beyond it is gone. That's better than nothing.

Floor 81

He's seen some really strange sights as he's made his way down the stairs. It's all been so familiar that he can't shake the feeling that Nea might have called the Ark to save them. The idea makes him a little sick. If that's the reality then...he needs to get away from Johnny and Kanda now. Not later. With the cuffs missing he can run to the farthest corners of the world and elude them.

He halts in the middle of walking and stares at nothing. Does he really want to run from them? They said they were trying to help (Kanda did in his own way). As much as he doesn't like to admit it, it's been nice having people around. Allen shakes his head and steps onto the new floor, surprised that he's in something that looks normal.

He perks up at the sight of windows. They look dangerous but he can just use Crowned clown if something happens. ...if it will obey him. He strides to get a good look at just where he is.

Floor 38

Another floor that seems normal. After the last one, Allen's wary. Only the Ark is capable of moving people to impossible places. The tower seems similar and he doesn't like the idea of it one bit. He hasn't seen hide or hair of Timcampy and that bothers him just as much as the rest of the situation. Whatever had taken him. It had singled him out.

This floor is made of glass, and like last time he saw something with a view, he peers about. The uneasy feeling that's been persisting and nagging at him the more he descends, eases just a little bit. Being below the clouds is closer to the ground. He doesn't have a fear of heights but the last view had been alarming. Even the tower the Order had called home didn't reach that high.

Anyone who ventures onto this floor will find him staring down at the floor with a frown on his face.

Cafeteria

Until he knows what's in the food, Allen is going to refuse to eat. He sits at a table by himself with some water and drinks it slowly. He's seen some people as he passes through down the stairs and some really...strange sights. He'd had to go find some spot and dry heave after the flesh and organs floor he'd seen on his way down. All of it just couldn't be done by normal means. Only someone or something that can move through time and space. Allen keeps watching anyone who passes by and sips his water.

Staring is rude but he's a bit too tired and off his usual mood to care. Every now and then he tugs at the collar and tries to yank it off. he'll growl every time he's met with failure. Why do high tech inventions keep being used on him?!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[John has been doing his daily "get out of his room for an hour or two" thing when he runs into Allen in the bathroom. Ah, that look on his face is sure familiar.]

If I were you, I wouldn't fuck with that too much. [You don't really want to mess with your life, or do like he did and rebelled against getting the liquid changed.]

You're new, yeah?

[There's still so much blood and dirt all over Allen's face when he hears the strange boy speak up. He keeps facing the mirror and sighs. New. Yes, he is. But to where?]

What happens if I 'mess' too much with this? [He reaches up with his right hand and taps the metal. He doesn't want to surprise him and his left hand would do exactly that.] I got here today.

...a few hours ago.

[John throws him the wash rag he was going to use to wash his own face with. He was dirty, and he guesses his own hygiene could wait.]

Well, that stuff in there is your soul, or something like that. Messing with it really isn't advised. [Man just wait till Allen experiences a glamour failure!]

Do you know where you are?

[Allen's left hand snaps up to catch the rag before he can think twice about it. It's odd looking, the texture of it like tree bark and the nails too sharp for a human hand coupled with the glowing green crystal embedded into the back of his hand. Before he can even think to wash his face though, he has to stop.

Souls.

You have such a beautiful soul, Allen.

For a second he touches the collar very lightly. No. He can't believe his soul is contained in a collar. If that's his. Where is Nea's?]

You're the first person I've seen since I woke up here.

[If he knew where he was, he could get out. ...right?]

[John has seen some pretty weird stuff before. But not like that. Well. He guesses Imps are pretty strange looking. God Tier is pretty weird. Nah, none of that really compares to what he just saw.]

You're in this tower now. It's kind of a depressing place. But there are people here willing to share in that misery. You kind of have to make life out of what you have and go with it.

[Accurate.]

So uh, would it offend you if I asked about your hand?

[Allen chooses not to reply at first. Keep walking is a mentality he can live with. But he won't be confined to a tower when so much is at stake. He has to find his way back, or at least fix what went wrong if the world really had bee-

It registers he got asked a question and he lifts the hand in question.] Ah, no.

It's always been like this. [Not exactly. It had looked monstrous and like it didn't belong to him at first. He keeps that to himself.]

[John worries for a moment there that he actually pissed this guy off. Way to go John. How to piss someone off in under ten minutes- but he spoke again. That was a relief.]

That's pretty wicked. [John has seen some stuff, alright?] Anything you need to know about this place?

Wicked? [He's never heard the term before and looks puzzled by the reference. Did the other guy think it was demonic? He flexes his fingers and wipes his face.] ...anything you can remember and think is important would be good!

The more I know the better I can help. [He smiles a bit, clearly meaning every word he says. He wants to offer to help the people here because he can't ignore anyone in trouble.]

Oh. Wicked, as in...like cool? I guess it's pretty cool. [I mean. Being cursed isn't a big deal though. They were all somewhat cursed in a way by just being here.] ...Uh, well some of the floors are dangerous? But feel free to explore them.

What do you mean by help? You know there is no way out of here, right?

[Allen frowns as he turns to face John. He rests his hands back on the sink as he shakes his head.]

Do we know that for certain? Sometimes the way out appears when what's blocking it has been dealt with. Whatever is going on here...

There's no easy answers, is there?

[Getting out might mean going toe to toe with whatever is causing the problems.] ...never heard of wicked used like that before.

We know a lot of fucked up things for certain. I really do not want to be the one to drop huge bombs on you anyways. A lot of this stuff needs to be left to you to figure out.

[Like the glamour failure, how much of a bitch Ruana is...]

Haha, yeah. I'm guessing you don't use many slang terms?

Ah, it's not that. It's just not slang I'm familiar with. [He gives John a pleasant smile, showing he clearly means no offense.]

What continent is that from? I can't figure it out. [He's a world traveler, by the nature of the job and from his time as Cross's student.]

Your accent is American, but a bit different.

I'm from America yeah, but uh, I'm from this place called Washington. I guess we have pretty distinct accents? I dunno.

[He kind of shrugs. He doesn't really think anything about him is special. It's kind of a two way street.] You sound worlds different. Where are you even from?

Another place, another high tech device.

Bathroom/Hallway

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