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]

[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.

[timenoob]

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...?

[whiteblackknight]

[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.

[timenoob]

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. ]

[whiteblackknight]

[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.