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towerofanimus2013-04-30 05:20 pm
whiteblackknight) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-30 05:20 pm
Entry tags:
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.]
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.]
no subject
[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...