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sirenspull_logs2012-10-02 03:59 pm
debtor) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-10-02 03:59 pm
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Who: Allen Walker and YOU
When: October 2nd - 6th, at night.
Where: Anywhere your heart desires.
Summary: Allen spends more time than he frankly should out in the Darkness, fightin' monsters. Care to join him?
Warnings: VIOLENCE, blood, excellent life choices. Also shounen.
[After the evening siren rings, Allen heads out of his apartment to spend a few good hours slaying monsters around the city, like he does almost every night.
Sure, he had a bad run-in with one back in August, but it'll take a lot more than that to deter him. In fact, it's only motivated him to fight harder against them, because he needs to work to become stronger. And it's much easier if he goes out alone to do so. There are no flaws in his plan.
So if (for whatever reason) you're out at night as well, you may come across this guy, wielding a giant blade that looks like this with one arm (because his other one is missing) and wearing a billowing, oversized fur-lined white cape. Not terribly difficult to recognize, if you've seen him before. He's looking for something to fight or someone to rescue, and he may stop to see how things are going for you.]
When: October 2nd - 6th, at night.
Where: Anywhere your heart desires.
Summary: Allen spends more time than he frankly should out in the Darkness, fightin' monsters. Care to join him?
Warnings: VIOLENCE, blood, excellent life choices. Also shounen.
[After the evening siren rings, Allen heads out of his apartment to spend a few good hours slaying monsters around the city, like he does almost every night.
Sure, he had a bad run-in with one back in August, but it'll take a lot more than that to deter him. In fact, it's only motivated him to fight harder against them, because he needs to work to become stronger. And it's much easier if he goes out alone to do so. There are no flaws in his plan.
So if (for whatever reason) you're out at night as well, you may come across this guy, wielding a giant blade that looks like this with one arm (because his other one is missing) and wearing a billowing, oversized fur-lined white cape. Not terribly difficult to recognize, if you've seen him before. He's looking for something to fight or someone to rescue, and he may stop to see how things are going for you.]
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It takes a second to recognize Allen, and Dave snorts.]
You know, I had it covered. After all, time's on my side. [He takes a step and vanishes, a blur of motion ripping past the creature's side that splits open like a sword bit deep into its hide. Dave reappears to the left of it, his blade wet with fresh blood.]
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Allen slows up as he approaches, hardly catching the attack, and stopping short as the creature is seemingly filleted out of nowhere.
With the monster cleanly dispatched, its carcass falling to the ground with a wet thud, Allen's focus shifts to the... steaming person here. Upon closer inspection, you also look a little familiar, kid. He can't help but blatantly boggle, impolite as that is.
Hesitantly;] ...Dave Strider?
Forgot to say this was on the 4th
In the flesh. [And as fast as his amusement was present it's gone. He sighs and stares down at his body then back up at his fellow white haired teenage hero.]
Don't ask about the rack. It's some randomly selected hit some people but not all thing in the city right now. Probably some pervert tool going oh hey I know what this city needs more chicks or dicks. Whichever they wanted. Maybe it was all about sausage envy. Who the fuck cares. I'm usually packing in my pants, not my shirt. Not that there's much up top anyways.
o7! and 1/2
Who says things like that!? THE INDECENCY...! Allen almost appears to be trembling with prudish horror as Dave just keeps going.
Sausage envy??
SPUTTERING]
Th...!
2/2
[GOSH. Somehow, though, he's much less disturbed by any actual changes Dave's undergone. It's not much stranger than anything the Science Department could cook up, really. And the nonsense that goes on in this city seems frequent and temporary...
He'd much rather change the topic entirely.]
That aside-! What are you doing out at night?
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I'm dealing with the dark. What are you doing out here?
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The same.
You were moving very fast just then. Is that what you meant by time travel?
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Nope. That's just hard training and genetics. Speed is the Strider way, as apparently being instant bondage is your thing.
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Inst— [BALKING and gaping like a scandalized fish out of water. Don't make him kick you in the face, Dave.]
—It's nothing like that!
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Man, wow. You're a rude bastard aren't you? Not even waiting for me to finish. You know what comes next. [It swiped at him but the motion was so slowed by the gears that he side steps it.]
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The gears, whatever they are, vaguely remind him of Miranda's clocks— and they're certainly having some sort of effect on the monster. Allen won't question it. He just pulls his sword back, then charges forward, attempting to thrust it right into the creature's stomach.]
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Probably should move after this. These things come at the first scent of blood.
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He ducks out of the way at the monster falls, and nods at Dave's recommendation. No time to waste; he'll start moving away from the fallen corpse immediately.]
Come on.
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Yeah, pretty much all checks out the same. He keeps an eye and ear out for trouble as he makes for a better spot to make their stand.]
Now seriously, what were those white threads of death about? If we're going to fight it out together again the shambling hordes might be an idea to tell each other what we can do. Teamwork and all that.
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...The threads are a part of my weapon. So is the Sword of Exorcism. [Which he lifts.] In my world, it's effective against monsters similar to the ones here. I'm an Exorcist.
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[This is serious business talking so he doesn't joke. It's important he not get accidentally run through unless that's what is supposed to happen. He doesn't bother to think too hard on that.]
Slowing it down is pretty easy. To sum it up, I exploit the seconds in a fight to turn the odds in my favor. It's using time as a weapon itself. My speed is all me, I was raised to be the fastest bastard around. My Bro was faster.
[Something passes across his face but it's old. Old pain. He stuffs it right back inside and brings his sword up, letting time return it to the broken state.]
Broken weapons aren't a problem. [As he keeps pace with Allen the blade lights up with scarlet light and returns to a whole blade.] I can get behind an opponent or even exploit time like it ain't no thang. Meaning more than one version of me on the battlefield. Not so sure it will work here. Unless it already did, then I'd just have to finish the loop.
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And the last part of the explanation makes almost no sense to him. But he also... doesn't ask. He's not sure he'll ever really comprehend this loop nonsense...]
All right.
[As he speaks, though, his gaze snaps to the side, over his shoulder. He stops, pivots around to face the shadowed stairway entrance of the building behind them. It doesn't look like there's anything there, but he's peering at the dark space beneath the steps.]
Wait...
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Careful man, this is prime territory for an ambush. [One hand lifts, ready to manipulate time to their advantage.]
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And then one of these, the size of a wolf, comes bounding out of the shadows, spiny tongue lashing through the air. Allen, with impressive reaction time, swings his sword at it- though unsuccessfully.]
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