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Who: Allen, whoever comes to rescue his ass.
Where: Marshall Street, in front of the church.
When: This afternoon.
Rating: PG-13, may change.
Summary: After revealing his location to several people over the radio, Allen waits in front of the church.
the log:
It seemed like a good idea at the time, to tell someone whose voice he hasn't seen where he was located in this filthy city. After all, how much worse it could get? No matter where he looked, it felt like hell turned reality. Old buildings, some much taller and more faceless than he has learned to accept, seemed bleak and hostile. Streets were empty and clouds were too thick for the sun to shine through. A thin veil of fog snaked along the ground, creating an ethereal feeling of danger. Even the church, which should've been a haven to an Exorcist like him, seemed hostile and unwelcoming. At least, a little company could help.
But now that he thought about it, maybe it wasn't such a good idea. He didn't know anyone he revealed his location to. What if that was a trap? What if they were as bad as his surroundings? Even though he realized that his surroundings probably made suspicion easier to accept, he couldn't help but stop worrying. That one person mentioned Lenalee. Was Lenalee really in this city..? What was she doing here? New possibilities ran through his mind, only to make Allen worry even more.
A faint rattling sound echoed behind his back, as if something small and fast ran down the street right behind him. Allen turned out, surprised, only to find nothing. His heart skipped a beat from both surprise and relief, bringing with it a faint painful sensation and a desire to breathe deeper. He couldn't understand it. Until this place, he never had such problems... But somehow, this place gave him this numb pain. Was there something wrong with his Innocence? Ever since he got here, he had problems making his hand respond...
He sighed another time and leaned back on a lamp post in an attempt to give himself some balance.
Come to think of it, no matter how suspicious this was... For now, he had no better choice than to wait.
Where: Marshall Street, in front of the church.
When: This afternoon.
Rating: PG-13, may change.
Summary: After revealing his location to several people over the radio, Allen waits in front of the church.
the log:
It seemed like a good idea at the time, to tell someone whose voice he hasn't seen where he was located in this filthy city. After all, how much worse it could get? No matter where he looked, it felt like hell turned reality. Old buildings, some much taller and more faceless than he has learned to accept, seemed bleak and hostile. Streets were empty and clouds were too thick for the sun to shine through. A thin veil of fog snaked along the ground, creating an ethereal feeling of danger. Even the church, which should've been a haven to an Exorcist like him, seemed hostile and unwelcoming. At least, a little company could help.
But now that he thought about it, maybe it wasn't such a good idea. He didn't know anyone he revealed his location to. What if that was a trap? What if they were as bad as his surroundings? Even though he realized that his surroundings probably made suspicion easier to accept, he couldn't help but stop worrying. That one person mentioned Lenalee. Was Lenalee really in this city..? What was she doing here? New possibilities ran through his mind, only to make Allen worry even more.
A faint rattling sound echoed behind his back, as if something small and fast ran down the street right behind him. Allen turned out, surprised, only to find nothing. His heart skipped a beat from both surprise and relief, bringing with it a faint painful sensation and a desire to breathe deeper. He couldn't understand it. Until this place, he never had such problems... But somehow, this place gave him this numb pain. Was there something wrong with his Innocence? Ever since he got here, he had problems making his hand respond...
He sighed another time and leaned back on a lamp post in an attempt to give himself some balance.
Come to think of it, no matter how suspicious this was... For now, he had no better choice than to wait.