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[debtor]

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.]

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[debtor]

[It's a fair enough point. Though he's reluctant to explain anything that might prompt any more... nicknames...]

...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.

[moveslikestrider]

Like I said before, time's my thing. I can stop it, reverse it, fast forward it.
[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.

[debtor]

[That look that crosses Dave's face- Allen thinks he can recognize it. But he doesn't ask.

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...

[moveslikestrider]

[Dave stops seconds after Allen does. He shifts his weight, putting himself in a position to keep watch while being able to keep Allen in his sight.]

Careful man, this is prime territory for an ambush. [One hand lifts, ready to manipulate time to their advantage.]

[debtor]

[Allen nods in agreement. He is, however, is stepping forward, silently as he can.

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.]

[moveslikestrider]

[And Dave is right there to use his own blade that could slice through planets. He puts his speed to use, ducking down to chop at the legs and drive it back. For good measure he aims a nasty kick at the side of one knee.]