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

[whiteblackknight]

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.]

Comments

[whiteblackknight]

[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.]

[lightofhumanity]

[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.]

[warriorscribe]

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.*

[whiteblackknight]

(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.]

Let me know if this is not okay.

[lightofhumanity]

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..]

Sorry I'm so late getting to this.

[warriorscribe]

*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.*

s'okay 30th will be busy for me

[whiteblackknight]

[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.]

[lightofhumanity]

[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.]

[warriorscribe]

*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.*