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]

[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!"]

[koncubine]

[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!

[whiteblackknight]

[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.