towerofanimus | Gotta keep moving!...and hiding...

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Gotta keep moving!...and hiding...

Characters: Allen Walker, OPEN!
Setting: Floor twenty-six
Format: Action-ey, if that ever was a word (prose with it is fine, too!)
Summary: Haggling at the tower has come back with a vengeance, and now Mr. Walker finds himself on the run...
Warnings: Possible language, very likely violence

Huff...huff...huff...

[That was careless.]

Dammit...

[Allen manages to hide himself behind the pipe organ, for now. His hand is around his side, trying to keep a fresh would closed.]

[Night time at the tower really is murder. Just a few more floors to go and he'll be home free. Several instruments play happily despite some of them having blood caking their vinyls. Immense heat can be felt coming from whatever it is Allen is running from.]

[Making eye contact with him, the viewer can see the sudden spark of desperation in his eyes.]

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[It was a rare night when chaos couldn't fall asleep or had bad dreams. Sadly, tonight was one of those nights, and he was walking around the Tower, trying to feel tired again. While walking up the stairs, he felt something in the room to the left and something inhuman up the stairs. Probably some monsters. The person in the room was human..but his arm and left eye were not. However, chaos was getting used to finding people that weren't exactly human in the Tower and walked in to see how he was.

He was hiding behind a pipe organ, trying to hold a wound closed so that it would stop bleeding. The poor boy looked desperate. chaos, not one to abandon someone in need, rushed to him and crouched down. Using his ether and his powers, chaos's hands glowed and the wound stopped bleeding a little bit. However, he'd need the infirmary's care. His healing powers were limited.]

Don't worry. I'm here to help. Can you stand?

*Normally, Enoch would avoid the tower at night. But recent events had made it hard to sleep, and if he was careful, he could avoid the worst of the monsters; he'd developed a tactic of throwing them off by finding ways to double back through the metal floor, which he'd noticed they'd never follow him through. The rest, he could fight, particularly when he knew how to use snow to his advantage when he didn't have his powers. One would think the desert wasn't a place for that, but the way it chilled so severely at night meant that nighttime rains could become nighttime snow or hail instead.

When he saw two people huddled in the music room, he stepped off, keeping an eye out for monsters. One of the men, he recognized, but the other...*

Are you two all right?

[chaos sensed Enoch long before he walked into the room, and was glad that he had come in. Moving this boy was going to be dangerous, especially since he was injured. chaos looked at Enoch when he spoke and nodded.]

I am alright, but this young man here is seriously injured. I've done what I can for him, but what I can do is limited. We have to take him to the clinic. And there are quite a few monsters a couple of floors above us. I hate to trouble you, but could you carry him? I'd do it myself, but it is hard to carry a person and fight at the same time. I shall cover you as we move down the stairs.

[One right after the other. Looks like a lucky break?...]

I'll be all right, really, but that...[Thing.] Thing is still there. Oh, and don't worry. [He grazes his cheek with a finger.] It wasn't the one that tagged me. I would be dead otherwise.

[The sweat on his head beads down more as it gets hotter.]

*Enoch stiffens at the heat, and looks over his shoulder at the staircase.*

The dogs made of fire? They're indestructible, only water will deter them. We must hurry.

*He looks at Allen. He can't see how bad the wound is, between the darkness, his position behind the organ, and with his hand covering it to begin with.* Can you run with that wound, or should I carry you?

[chaos looked at Enoch and nodded, a bit worried. It was true that those monsters didn't feel quite like Gnosis, but if only water could deter them, that limited his attacks quite a bit, and it wasn't like his healing skills were that great.]

If they cannot be killed, then we really should hurry. If I am correct, they are starting to pick up the pace a little.

[It was times like these where chaos wished he had his full range of powers. If he did, he would have been able to heal this boy without any problems and get them both out of hear. As it stood, however, he couldn't.]

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I can move. I know because I can still feel it. [Standing firmly.]

Cerberi...? [They weren't three headed dogs, that's for sure. Unless Greek Myths got it wrong...]

And what I wouldn't give for a glass of water myself. [The flames roar up.] That's our cue! Just go on ahead, I'll be right behind you.

[He looks less desperate and more determined, now, his voice almost like a command. And he sounds quite charismatic despite his girly frame.]

[chaos nodded, but stuck close to the person.] I'm glad you can move..but I can't run and leave you in that condition. I've done what I've can, but if you move too much, you'll start bleeding again.

..And a glass of water would be nice later..but for now, one of us will have to fight with the other takes you to the clinic. You're in no condition to fight. If neither of you have any objection, I shall fend them off and give you some time.

No! They can't be fought normally. We all must retreat. If we can get to the elevator on the twenty first ahead of them, we'll be safe.

*Good luck arguing with him. He's already running, and attempting to pull Allen along.*

I can run on my own. [He lets himself loose, but is still running.]

[Roars like a volcano erupt, echoing and increasing in volume.]

Just worry about yourselves.

[chaos is following them, but keeping to the back, just in case one of these beasts decide to speed up and attack. Even if they were hellhounds with fire, he had one attack that might have worked..besides, he could teleport at any time. He just had to make sure these two got into the elevator, and then he could meet them down below.]

Hopefully we can make it to that elevator then. And I shall worry about myself..along with you two. Especially you, sir. The bleeding may have stopped for now, but you're still terribly injured.

[chaos readies his fingers for an ice-based either or a good ice attack. It's not water..but it's better than nothing.]

*Hopefully nobody succumbs to the temptation to turn back to try to see floor 23... Enoch himself is too focused on the goals of the elevator and keeping the other two safe that he doesn't once they hit that floor, and from there, it's only two floors to the elevator.*

We're nearly there!

[And so were the Cerberi.]

And so are they. [Mr. Walker lagged behind the farthest but still had a good pace about him compared to the other two. So long as more don't show up in front of the elevator.]

Mind if I ask for your guys' names, in case this doesn't end well for me? [He's not smiling, but it definitely has a tone of mirth to it.]

[chaos, not wanting these hellhounds to endanger Enoch or this wounded man used a bit of his power, along with some ether to make two ice balls about the size of beach balls. He'd have made them bigger, but it was hard to jump and run away at the same time. He quickly tossed them over his shoulder where he sensed the hellhounds were coming before replying with a smile. Hopefully those ice balls would hit their targets.]

My name is..chaos. But you needn't worry. It'll be okay. [chaos stuck a little closer to the person. He would have just picked him up and carried him, but that might have further complicated his wound.]

Enoch. *He skidded to a halt just long enough to throw one of the restaurant tables at the approaching group. It caught fire in their flaming bodies, but was large enough to not burn completely immediately, forcing them to either burn through it or run around it.

Already, he was running towards the elevator again.*

(Enoch?...chaos?...Allen wonders, he has met some interesting fellows today.]

My name is Allen. Allen Walker. [The sound of splitting wood shakes off the smile he dared to burst forth.] Nice to meet you both. "If" I make it out of this.

[Hiding wasn't much of an option. Mr. Walker was leaving bits of his DNA behind, after all.]

Nice to meet you, Allen. [chaos knew it wasn't the same Allen, but he still had to smile at meeting another person who shared the same name.]

Don't worry. You'll be fine. Just..pardon me for a moment. This will make the trip quicker.

[chaos got directly behind Allen, and using his powers, placed on hand on his back, and the other on the hand that Allen was using to cover up his wound. Using his powers again, chaos sped them up a little bit while trying to heal Allen. He wasn't sure how much more he could heal the boy, but they were going a little bit faster. They had to head to the elevator..]

*Enoch runs as quickly as he can, only slightly ahead of the others now that chaos was working to speed Allen up. Reaching out, he hits the call button with the palm of his hand uses his own momentum to push himself off the wall and run to the nearest table, where he starts flinging chairs in their pursuers' path. If they get trapped in the elevator with them, it's all over.*

[Fire spreads. Even in a place like Animus. But it's nothing like regular fire. Nothing was like this foreboding feeling, carried in the forms of two dogs. Fire does not snarl. Doesn't bite, either. And for the most part, fire tended to stay in one place, going upwards. These fires could go sideways, forwards, backwards, even diagonally.]

....

[Having gone mostly silent, Mr. Walker merely tries to be "patient" with the elevator. Crowned Clown, a white cloak that envelops his body and elongates his otherwise inhuman arm, billows forth around him. It does nothing to stave off the heat, however, causing him to sweat.]

[Having reached the elevator, chaos let go of Allen, and turned to face the hellhounds. All they could do was fight and wait for the elevator. One by one, chaos summoned ice balls as big as beach balls and flung them at the monsters, hoping to buy some time. It wasn't water, but this would have to do.]

Allen, be careful, alright? Your wound could open again if you move around too much.

[Seeing the chairs Enoch was throwing, chaos got an idea. As the chairs were in the air, he would snap his fingers and send some energy at them. It wasn't strong enough to destroy them, but it did make them go faster. All the while, chaos hoped the elevator would open soon. Allen needed to get to the clinic, and he was getting a little tired.]

*Enoch looked back at the sound of snapping fingers. He wasn't quite sure how, but he knew chaos was helping him with that.

The elevator doors began to slide open, and Enoch rushed for it, prepared to push either of the other two inside if they strayed.*

[Caster is passing through, killing some time by exploring some of the floors, when she spots Allen hiding. She gives him a grin and waves.]

Isn't that the boy magician over there? What are you doing?

[Allen's eyes dilate at the sight of Ms. Caster. More so than they already were.] Don't come any closer! [An inferno flares up behind the pipe organ and like lightning, two vaguely dog-shaped pyres flank the open side of the instrument.]

[Cerberi.]

[The white cloak reappears, obscuring Mr. Walker's face and his upper body. He begins backing away before turning a little.]

Go on! Get out of here!

Eh?

[Whoa, whoa, sudden boss fight!? Caster was not ready for that one. Still, she's instantly on her guard, mirror floating into place to block any incoming attacks.]

Where did this come from? Boy, you've gotten yourself in big trouble.

[Understatement. He otherwise pays no heed. As his grimace worsens, he begins to sweat from the heat.]

[An interesting world you've found, Allen.]

I know...[His breathing becomes heavy, laboured beneath so much stress.]

Is there anything blocking the exit?

[Backing very, very slowly...and the Cerberi are closing in, matching the pace.]

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There was nothing there when I came through it just now.

[Serious business time. She follows his pace as well, backing up slowly towards the exit. She watches the beast, making sure not to make eye contact and challenge it.

Maybe a distraction would help here?]

Hey. Your nose isn't more sensitive than a normal human's, right?

[Because she is about to light something on fire, and this smoke is going to burn.]

[He blanches.]

What? No! Why would I!? [The pain in his side flares up a little as he clenches hard onto it.] Urrk...

Whatever it is you're going to do, do it fast! [Did they hit something important?...Yeah, feels like they did. His right eye closes to suppress it as best he can.]

[Fighting a duo of Cerberi was impossible at night--they light themselves on fire and are virtually invincible. His inhuman arm can't even hurt them, but it can knock them away a bit. Not like he has much energy to do that right now, obviously.]

Because it's going to get a little hard to breathe in here!

[Without another word, Caster lets her ofuda fly at the monster, sparking and flaming brightly enough that even a mostly-blind creature would notice it.

Before even a moment passes, she starts another spell for an ice attack, hoping the fire will distract the creature long enough for Allen to move closer to the entrance with that injury slowing him down and for her to finish it.]

[Home looks so close, and yet, something comes loose. A disgusting thought, but the ever familiar, coppery taste of blood finds its way into his mouth and out one of the sides of his mouth.]

[As he looks, Allen notices that while the outer part of his wound was somewhat cauterized, no doubt that the damage has spread inward.]

[Hospital. Fast. His inhuman hand gracing her shoulder ever so slightly in such a way as to say "I'm alright, now let's go on!"]

[Caster notices the touch, and she returns it with a slight nod. Time to go, then.

She releases her spell at the creature, turning to grab Allen and run before she even sees whether it hit or not.]

Let's get out of here!

[His heart races at the explosive display, but the disconcerting thought is that it is the only thing he can heart. Th-thump. Th-thump.]

[He can see clearly that she has begun to half drag him away.]

[Huh.]

[Something is going screwy with his left eye, now. Probably that...whatever she used was a little different than what it was used to. The healing had almost finished in said eye, bringing back his hearing entirely.]

Ugh...r-right...[He's no slouch at a nice, brisk sprint, but this girl was almost making a breeze.] I-I'm fine.

[ Thinking the footsteps belong to a monster, Homura panics, grabs a scalpel from a nearby table and hurls it in the general direction of the sound. Turns out that both her aim and strength are terrible; the metal blade misses and bounces feebly off a pipe organ.

... That was dumb, wasn't it? Not only did that throw have no effect, but now whatever's there knows exactly where she is! She has to move, and fast. The problem is that to get to the exit, she has to move past the... thing.

Fumbling in the dark for another weapon, her hands grasp the handle of a bone saw and she creeps forward as rapidly as she can without making too much noise, holding the instrument in front of her like a baseball bat.

Don'ttripdon'ttripdon'ttrip--

Wait, why isn't she being followed? She's only a meter away from the pipe organ now, and she's sure that the footsteps had come from around here. Still, nothing.

Hold on -- there it is: the unmistakable sound of breathing. She couldn't hear it before, but now she can tell that it's coming from... behind the pipe organ?! ]

Eeeep!

[ She squeals and drops the bone saw. ]

[Was that a scream? Sounded like one. The monsters following him certainly didn't scream like...a little girl?]

[Upon inspection, she is definitely a girl. But not that little.]

Hm? Oh, it's just you. [His eyes have changed, becoming far more tame rather than they were before. Mr. Walker's remark is surprisingly...unfitting in comparison with the circumstances.]

[He extends his unused arm towards her from behind the pipe organ--it is long and black, jagged and twisted, totally inhuman. Yet, the rest of him seems rather...matching, in his black-and-silvery outfit. Even his stark white hair is not offbeat.

Hurry, it hasn't seen you yet.

H-Hey, you're not--!

[ She always squeals again as the shadowy mass addresses her in a very human voice. ]

I mean, you're not a monster?

[ slowclap.gif, Homura.

Then panic sets in again. ]

We need to get out of here! [ she urges in the loudest whisper she dares to emit (which is kinda pointless after the scream, but oh well).

And then she catches sight of his arm. ]

U-Um, mister... did something happen to your arm...?

[While rough, it was definitely necessary to hurry, pulling her just beside him to his temporary (very temporary) hiding spot.]

Whew. Alright, first answer: No, I'm not a monster. Second: My arm has always been like this. It's a long story.

[His entire arm elongates substantially, spreading out and becoming thinner as a white cross appears on the backside of the hand. With quiet lucidity--but immediate frequency--a white cloak billows around him.]

[He looks rather stoically at the display, showing no sign of pain to his wounded side.] It's a....a gift. I think.

Eep!

[ A second squeal escapes her lips, thankfully quieter than the first. It takes her a good few moments to establish that the white... thing... actually belongs to what she can now see is a boy not much older than her, the first thing that comes to mind is-- ]

Y-You contracted with Kyubey, too? But you're a-- I mean, I didn't think he could-- even your Soul Gem is different!

[ Yeah, the fear has kind of gotten to her. She's not usually this thick. ]

[I'm sorry, who?}

...who?

He raises an eyebrow, but just for a second.]

I don't know who that is, but it's definitely not what you think.

[The wound pains him a bit, but he doesn't cringe at all. Quite yet, at least.]

But let's save that for later, okay? [Checking behind him, the coast appears more clear. Or, at least, doable.] I want you to hold on, okay? Promise you won't let go.

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Gotta keep moving!...and hiding...

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Room for one more?

I think so! ^^

be sure not to go off on tangents and pitch in in TURN! lol

Hee. It's okay, I can wait my turn.

Sorry..I can wait too. ><; I think this is my turn, right?

Order goes: chaos >>>>>> enoch >>>>>>>> allen

Ah, alright then. I'm terribly sorry about all of this..><;

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Let me know if this is not okay.

Sorry I'm so late getting to this.

s'okay 30th will be busy for me

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Cerberi 'are' fire-y--check beastiary

I know, the fire's for distraction so she can use a different spell for attacking. :>

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