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

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.*