towerofanimus | 4th Invoke::[Open]

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4th Invoke::[Open]

Characters: Allen Walker and YOU!
Setting: Staircase near Floor 25, then elsewhere
Time: April 30th, Noon then afternoon
Format: Some small action, then whatever you please
Summary: Feelings can fade, but memories will always persist. Allen is just talking to Timcanpy, his closest and longest-known friend, when...
Warnings: N/A

[Staircase nearest Floor 25, the Meadow]

[Allen turned his head to the side. A golden golem rode his shoulder, looking back at him even though it lacked eyes. He strode upwards towards higher levels of the tower, glancing to the creature on his side occasionally, as if waiting for a response when he spoke.]

"Proactive" I think the word is. Saber is already up to something, right? It's like that. It's going out there and doing something first. Her looks have nothing to do with it.

[Tim flapped its wings a little bit in response and Allen couldn't help but laugh.]

Yeah, she really is pretty though, isn't she?

[With this new distraction, Allen couldn't help but bump into someone. It was barely a rough tap, but Allen still turned quickly, now looking downwards towards them, looking quite apologetic.]

--!!! Ah, sorry, I just wasn't...

[Around the tower--you choose where!]

[Even though it was an entity entrusted to the protection and companionship of Allen Walker, Tim still had a mind of its own. The times where Allen was not with Tim, it was when the golden golem was lofting around the tower with Allen not far behind. This time, however, Tim had more than just a little bit of a headstart.]

[In this very place, Tim seemed to actively seek someone out. And, lacking a larynx, only Tim itself knows why. It flew to and fro, never staying anywhere for very long, until it found someone. Someone it knew. Or, perhaps, someone it knew it would like.]

[Spotting them within seconds, Timcanpy slowed its pace considerably before stopping just before you, hovering in midair.]

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Ah!

[The young man Allen's bumped into jumps back slightly, letting out a slight cry, shaking his shaggy head as he holds up his hands in vivid apology.]

No, no, no, it was me, it was my fault, I'm sorry! I should have realized where I was going...

[Sam glances towards the ground, as if avoiding eye contact.]

I'm really sorry...

[He quickly smiles.]

Neither was I. Kind of nice how you didn't explode on me there.

[While it certainly was no big deal, Mr. Walker seemed as though it was actually a good thing, from his voice to the look in his eyes.]

I wouldn't get too worked up about it. Really.

W-was I supposed to explode?

[He blinks in evident confusion, before shaking his head again.]

Ah! Well...I'm just sorry, either way. I really try not to do things like that. I don't usually expect many people to be out here, you see...

[A few people he knows comes to mind...]

Thankfully not. I think I might be assuming too much anymore. [That was silly.]

I thought I'd just walk around with Tim here. [The thing om his shoulder flaps its wings once in response.] I never actually visit this floor much.

O-okay. Hmmm.

[He tilts his head at Tim, before staring back at the other young man with an intrigued look.]

Tim? What is he, if you don't mind me asking? And oh, you should, it's really nice and quiet...unlike the other floors, anyways.

It's a golem.

[No explanation, Allen? Just....'it's a golem'?...Tim eyes the stranger with suspicion.]

Golem? Really? I thought those were only in fairy tales? Though I imagine they would be bigger...

[His eyes seem to light up when he mentions fairy tales, and his tone becomes more light as well.]

Like, those are the things that, you write a word on their head and they come to life, right? And if you erase the word, they "die", so to speak...wow. I never thought I would ever see one in real life...

*Good thing the little golem decided to approach Enoch just as he was about to turn around to see if he could finally get a look at floor 23.*

Ah... *He eyed it suspiciously, body tensing as it just hovered there. Was it a monster he'd never seen before?*

[It lacked eyes and a mouth and any possible expressions it could use, but the way it flew around Enoch's head conveyed almost a sense of excitement.]

[After it's tenth, quick-paced lap around his head, it decided to rest just there.]

What are you...? *Enoch reached up as it settled on his head, tentative and ready to pull it back at any moment if he was attacked. At least he had his armor protecting his hand itself from harm.*

[With the deftness of a feather on the wind, the creature--only a little bigger than a golf ball, minus the wings--hopped onto said hand. Now, at least, it had a closer look. It looked towards the owner of the hand with a faceless head before baring teeth from a mouth that suddenly was there.]

[It elicited no sound, nothing even resembling a growl or a warning. It was a nonverbal grin.]

[Nearby, calls for someone named "Tim" could be heard.

*Enoch looked at the little creature as it leapt onto his hand, and just as he was starting to think, maybe it wasn't a threat, it bared its teeth, and his first instinct was to try to shake it off him to get a fighting chance.

Sorry, Tim. Enoch doesn't seem to have linked the calls for someone else nearby to the creature in front of him just yet.*

[It held on quite well, all things considered. Toes as tiny as the eye can see held on with great ferocity...]

[The fact that its teeth still hadn't sunk in was very telling. In fact, the teeth as well as the sudden mouth had disappeared. And nearby, a young man shouting "Timcanpy!" could be heard suddenly running into something quite audibly, if still quite a bit away.]

[After some more shaking, however, Tim appeared to regrow its teeth and then take its place just before the young sir's face. If it could growl, it certainly would have.]

*Enoch stopped as he realized it wasn't actually attacking him, but it was a little too late for the little thing's liking. Enoch leaned back instinctively at the teeth in his face.*

Ah...you're...you're not a monster at all, are you?

*And he'll just. Glance back towards the voice to make sure that the other person is all right.

...And then he realizes that there's nobody else nearby...so turning back to the irate little creature*

Is he calling for you?

[Allen approached with all the subtlety of an undertaker. His pristine white hair was the only thing shining as something that appeared to be muck covered his white shirt and vestment, both of which appeared quite ragged, and a bruise or two was noticeable on his face.]

[All in all, he was at least in one piece and smiling.]

There you are, Tim.

[Its toothy grin disappeared, the thing disappear from sight in a blur, reappearing around the orbit of Allen's head before settling down on his shoulder.]

You know, it's almost annoying how you manage to get us lost like this, T--oh, Enoch, wasn't it? It's been a while...

[The irony that Allen looks little better than last time was not lost on the young man.]

*Enoch turns to the other. He does remember that face, vaguely. Adrenaline was running high at the time, but he has a great memory for faces.*

Ah...yes, it has been. I'm afraid I mistook your little friend here for a monster.

[Jellal is right in the middle of his day job - which would be sorting books and using the opportunity to sift them for information - when the golem appears before him.

He blinks at it for a moment, but then relaxes slightly it doesn't seem particular dangerous to him - not at the moment at least.]

And what might you be?

[It seemed to stare back, with a face that had no eyes as it hovered in mid air.]

[A second later, it draws much closer, merely a few inches from Jellal's face. Being this close seemed an unusual treat--the surface of the golem's body looked like it was made out of unnatural material, yet it moved so naturally.]

[It's owner seemed not far away as it turned it's head to the sound of someone shouting "Tim!".]

[Jellal stares back unflinching, even as it draws closer to his face - instead he wonders about what exactly he is facing; if it's living, artificial, mechanic or magical.

He turns his head a moment after the golem turns towards the shout; the owner of this thing (Tim?) perhaps?]

[The golem bared its teeth in a rather surprising grin of a mouth. And in a swift motion, it took its perch on top of Jellal's head. It would lie there until the approach of its true owner...]

...Oh, there you are!

[...Mr. Allen Walker. He recognized the other young man as well.] And Jellal, was it?

[Jellal has barely time to blink as the golem surges forward and then settles in his hair. ...Well. It's still no showing any sign of ill will or foul magic, so it's probably alright.

here's a flash of recognition in his eyes as well, he remembers talking to this man on the Network.]

That's me. Allen, right?

[Now that he thinks about it, he remembers seeing this golden thing with him that time...]

[He nods.] That's right.

[The young Allen Walker still wore the strange, 19th century vest and shirt as before. Only it looked a bit more prim and proper this time around. Someone appears to be working on his laundry.]

I see you've found Tim for me. [The same "Tim" that clenched onto the blue hair harder at this notion.]

Or he found you, from the looks of it. Heh.

"Tim"... So that was he is called?

[He glances up, even though he has no chance of seeing the golden golem - at least not as long as he is sitting on his head - then reaches up to attempt gently coaxing him into releasing his hair.]

What is he exactly, if you don't mind me asking?

It's full name is Timcanpy, and it's my personal golem. It's sort of like a nonliving thing that gets brought back to life through a thaumaturgical ritual. Or something. I don't know how they work.

Although Tim's a little special. He can do more than the average golem can. Other than act as a messenger.

[...A golem, huh?]

"Thaumaturigcal"... is that a kind of magic?

What else can he do?

[Excuse the questions, but you've certainly captured his curiosity there, Allen.]

It's not a "kind" of magic, it "is" magic. Beats me about "kinds" though.

Tim is a custom made one, so it performs a larger variety of functions, not the least of which is as my friend.

[Tim itself managed to hang itself just before Jellal's face.]

And who knows? I think it even has a few surprises in store.

In Fiore, we categorize magic into different classes with various subtypes.

I don't think I've ever heard of anyone making something like this using magic back home.

[It doesn't seem familiar at least. But either way, color Jellal impressed. He focuses his eyes on Tim when he hangs just before his face, one hand coming up, his wrist twisting as he attempts to get hold of the golem with Telekinesis.]

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prose? But with bleep signs?! WITCHCRAFT!

haha just another way of doing action!

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