4th Invoke::[Open]

[whiteblackknight]

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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[whiteblackknight]

[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!".]

[rememberscarlet]

[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?]

[whiteblackknight]

[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?

[rememberscarlet]

[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...]

[whiteblackknight]

[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.

[rememberscarlet]

"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?

[whiteblackknight]

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.

[rememberscarlet]

[...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.]

[whiteblackknight]

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.

[rememberscarlet]

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.]