towerofanimus | 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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*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.

4th Invoke::[Open]

haha just another way of doing action!

YOU'RE A WITCH! MAGICK!

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