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Dark Rin & YOU!
Setting: Various floors, dormitories. Willing to have her be anywhere so long as there's something "pretty" to take a photo of
Time: Throughout the day
Format: Quick to start, will match
Summary: Rin believes in equivalent exchange and works on repaying a kindness done to her. Later on she finds out what everyone else has found out via terminals ~~because magi and computers GROSS~~ and broods a little
Warnings: Surprisingly a nice post for her, will edit them in if they come up

►►► VARIOUS;
[ When Rin wakes up the morning of the first, she's left a gift as per her request. Surprised as she is to see it, she wastes no time in getting the film inside of the camera and visiting various floors. Rin starts at the top of the tower in her search to take pictures for her uncle, taking caution to travel to floors that he might not be able to due to his condition. The more dangerous the floor? The more likely one is to find Rin there. She shows no fear as she moves through with relative ease and should she happen upon a monster? Well, it's rare these days that a monster can stand up to her and should she meet her match, it takes seconds for her to be free of the danger due to the silent guardian that can be called to her side near instantaneously. Not that she's going to bother him when she's having such a great day admittedly. ]

►►► DORMITORIES;
[ Sometime in the evening, after she's spoken with Saber to find out what this place truly is and what she is herself, Rin can be found lurking in the hallway as though she's waiting for monsters to come for her. Not that they crawled among the dormitory corridors often, but if they were to come looking for her... well, she might greet them happily. ]

If it isn't mine, then why did they stay within me? [ She mutters out loud to herself bitterly. ] Why is it still there too?

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Eh?

[Allen steals money during card games, not beyond that] Nnnnno, Tim was given to me by my master. Promise!

[Tim closes its mouth and turns its, er, "head" at the "runt" thing. It doesn't really seem to know whether to take it as an insult.]

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... A cute runt, but a runt nonetheless.

[ Raising her other hand, she'll try to tap the top of Tim's form with her index finger. ]

Who is your Master?

[The toothy "grin" disappears as the finger makes contact. The substance its made of is indeterminate, as might've been predicted, and yet it feels as alive as anything else.]

[The golem itself isn't complaining. But a grim, metaphorical shadow hangs over Allen at her asking about his master. Allen slung his shoulders forward.]

Let's...not talk about him.

Fine, let's talk about your Master's Servant.

[ AKA himself. Rubbing her finger over the creature, she tries to pet it the best she can with it's shape. ]

You are his Servant, correct?

Sort of. [He shoots her a harmless, inquisitive look.] I'm his apprentice.

[Tim, being small, had to take a firm grip. It was pleasant, at least, knowing it would react to touch the same way a rabbit might.]

[ At least she relents after petting it a few seconds, pulling back her finger. ]

An apprentice. Geez, I just keep running into them here. Never the masters, always the pupils.

So what is it that you've been taught?

If it's all the same to you, I've graduated. And not 'technically', either.

[He says, while undoing the glove on his left hand. In a clearer and more concise view, it was all black and mottled, as if someone tried to burn it off and only succeeded in turning it black. And deformed. New fingers almost seemed to jut out from the joints of his fingers.]

Although my curriculum was more about the "what" rather than the "can do" of this thing--the Innocence, as it's called. [It certainly moved like a real hand. Allen's voice was one of recollecting a deep memory, like reading a rather insightful book about himself.]

[Tim "looks" at the retracted finger in wonder. It soon took flight, fluttering around the room like a parrot out of its cage.]

Gross.

[ If he was expecting maturity from her, then he was looking at the wrong person. Although after saying that much, she does lean in a bit to take a better look at his hand. ]

The Innocence? I've never heard of anything darkened and mutilated as that. What kind of world do you live in where something 'foul' is along the same lines as innocence?

Heh heh, it 'is' pretty strange, isn't it?

[Although he's more than a little aware of how evil it can look sometimes. Especially when they get a little...unforgiving.]

It's an anti-demon weapon, so it shouldn't be surprising if it looks a little evil itself, right? [The hand--the entire arm, in fact--begins to elongate immensely, becoming thinner and the fingers becoming razor sharp looking talons, if anything. At the center of the back of said hand, a white cross begins to become more and more visible.] The demons I fight with this are far worse.

An anti-demon weapon that looks evil?

[ Rin doesn't believe it--there's not a bit of it that makes sense to her. ]

Huh, a cross? What significance is that? To show these so-called demons that it's a weapon to oppose them?

[For a moment, Allen does a double take towards the cross on his hand...and the one on Rin's sweater. His eyes half close.]

Looks aren't everything.

Looks are everything. What kind of screwed up universe did you come from where you believe otherwise?

[This girl was kind of annoying, he thought.]

A normal one. At least, I think. You want me to judge someone based on looks?

[That was just through his good eye. His cursed eye, on the other hand, saw things a little differently.]

[His arm moves, making the sound of chandeliers as he does so.]

This thing may've caused me some trouble, but believe it or not, it's saved my life. Would you call me evil for having it?

No, I wouldn't call you evil for having it. A person can't be held accountable for their weapons no matter what they look or act like.

[ A sigh. ] So if it causes you trouble, why do you keep it? Does the good outweigh the bad?

Then looks aren't everything.

[Oh the troubles...they started long ago, but they made Allen who he is today. And that's nothing to deter him.]

[As for the good outweighing the bad...] It's a gift. It may have brought me trouble, but it was unrelated to what it can do.

[He smiles again, Timcanpy deciding to try and place itself on Rin's shoulder.] I hope I'm not keeping you from anything. Heh heh.

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Irony is when you notice a post reply and you can't reply right away because bad internet

haha no worries <3

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You post at weird times...and when I had closed hotmail on a slow day, at that!

yeah, I have a weird work schedule :<

hm yes. I've known a few like that.

haa yeah, third shift is getting to be popular

I know that one quite well, personally

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