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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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[moveslikestrider]

[Speed is a Strider's chief weapon against an opponent besides their mastery with a blade. After seeing the damage inflicted to Karkat, Dave has taken to the streets at night. His broken half sword is easy to restore to a long white blade and simple to wage war with. He's a knight even if he's not quite his usual self. A girl's body is a bit difficult to get the hang of, the shift in balance and reach makes his swings feel off.

But after a good solid hour of tracking things down and using time aaginst them, Dave has a better handle on what's missing. He flips hand over foot, his sword clicking into his sylladex to avoid a swipe and snaps a kick out when he's recovered his balance. The creature stumbles, giving him time to yank his sword back out and teach it how the edge of his blade feels. It's fast enough to only get a cut along its side.] Damn.

[debtor]

[And then suddenly, white ribbons, sharp as blades themselves, slice through the air towards the creature with impressive speed and middling accuracy. This is another monster that Allen has never faced before, and it's a fast one.

At least one ribbon ends up cutting straight into the thing's body, but not killing it (not like it would with the monsters back home)— and Allen pulls the belts back as he runs towards what looks to him to be a young girl with a katana; of course Allen has to rush in to play hero.]

Watch out!

OCTOBER 3RD

[blondejokes]

[ Just because she was now a he didn't mean that she couldn't still fight. Clad in her blue Chuunin uniform -- ugh, her body was so ... lanky and thin now -- she makes quick work of some of the slower monsters crawling in the streets, making their way downtown, walking fast, faces pass and they're homebound. Wherever their home even was. Ino jumps high from a rooftop, landing on one of the rope-faced dogs, splitting it in half with her tanto. She'd been working with it more since her spar with Sasuke. She needed something else to use in hand-to-hand combat. She didn't like the little katana, but she needed to learn how to use it.

She flips her ponytail behind her, catching her breath and putting a hand on her hip. Getting better. She glances around her, grinning at the familiar figure only a short distance away. She brought her arm up in a wave. ]

Yo, Allen!

October 5th?

[reassures]

[And he said Nill shouldn't go out alone why, exactly? Allen you are the biggest hypocrite.

As it just so happens, Nill it out tonight too, and she's also still very determined to become stronger, even if she hasn't had a personal run in with anything too bad yet (aside from a cracked bone or two, maybe).

However, Allen isn't going to see Nill - not right away, at any rate. Instead - lucky him - he'll hear gunshots, the sound of something shattering, and then pieces of what appears to be broken plates falling down from out of the sky on him.

And if he looks up, he'll see disks flying off a building (at least five of them) with a big gust of wind, and then more gunshots - four of them shatter, and the shards and the unbroken disk fall to the ground.

Try not to get hit by anything too big!]

[moveslikestrider]

[But upon a closer look the blade is a wide bastard blade forged of white steel that glows from within. Dave takes in the new developments in with a raised eyebrow. He uses the distract to dance back away from the monster and giving himself room for other attacks. His body begins to give off red light that rises from him like steam.

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.]

October 2nd

[ex_prodigism243]

[ Night was the only time Yukio got to don his exorcist uniform now. It was also the only time he had some semblance of familiarity, however sad that kind of was. He went out at night for various reasons, sometimes to just practice and train and sometimes to study the Darkness. Whatever the case, he always kept an eye out for people who were unfortunate enough to find themselves stranded in the Darkness too.

Tonight was one of the nights he was out for research purposes. He'd just taken down a Skuller Mutt and was gathering a sample when he caught something white far away in the corner of his eye. He turned his head just in time to see it disappear into an alley. Quickly gathering the sample, he hurried after it, dual guns at the ready. He turned the corner—

And found himself looking at a familiar figure. ]

Mr. Walker?

AW YEAH

[debtor]

[Whatever Allen had been doing, he freezes when his name is called out by a voice that, initially, doesn't sound at all familiar. Though the surprise settles into confusion, when he gets a better look at her. He thinks he knows who that is.

After a quick scan of his surroundings, he lifts his sword and heads closer.]

Hello...

[Even if her body is different, that hair is kind of unmistakable.]

Ino?

YES MA'AM

[debtor]

[Godmodes are allowed to do whatever they want!!! FACT.

And that incredibly masculine screech she'll hear from below may, in fact, be coming from him— as he scrambles out of the way of whatever that was that just shattered at his feet.

IT'S AWFULLY INCONSIDERATE OF YOU TO DROP BROKEN BITS OF PLATES ON PEOPLE. If she cares to look down, he's busy running closer to the building, white cape flapping behind him. Planning to join her at the top, or just avoiding shrapnel? Who knows.]

[debtor]

[Allen stops and whirls around, on the defensive, with his sword in the air... until he sees who it is.

He straightens up, and turns to face him fully.

Though he'll only lower his weapon when Yukio lowers his— he does put on a small, friendly smile. And he spends a moment studying that outfit. While the uniform isn't the same as the one he's accustom to, it's easy to recognize it for what it is. Allen himself is simply dressed in his street clothes.

(There is also a weird fat golden ball-thing flying about close by.)

And as if these are complete normal circumstances to run into someone under;] Mr. Okumura! Ah- good evening.

[reassures]

[BIGGEST. HYPOCRITE.

For a minute Nill isn't entirely sure that screech is actually a person though, and she does indeed look down from the rooftop, trying to see if there's anything down there she needs to shoot at. She sees the cape, though, and wonders why she recognizes it--

Until she sees the mop of white hair as well, and she freezes. Oh. Well. Allen was out too? Ah... hahah... He wasn't going to be happy with her, was he?

Hopefully before he can spot her, she takes a few quick steps back. Oh no. No way. Last time they met out here at night, he got hurt. That wasn't happening again. Maybe she should stop time and get away..?]

[debtor]

[Well. That was something.

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?

[debtor]

[Nope.

He catches sight of something on the roof, though he can't quite tell what (or who.) An instant later, Nill might see some white ribbons shoot up from ground level and latch themselves onto the perimeter of the roof— and Allen pulls himself up by the belts, his one arm still gripping the hilt of the sword as he clambers up onto solid rooftop. He doesn't look upset; more cautious than anything else. Who's up here, destroying plates...

You still there, Nill?]

[reassures]

[She's still up there, because wow, she really thought she had at least a few more minutes than that. She jumps a little, and takes a few quick steps back, but her guns are still in her hands, and there are a few stacks of plates up on the roof with her.

Guess you found your culprit, Allen.]

Forgot to say this was on the 4th

[moveslikestrider]

[The light cuts off as Dave lets his focus on time go. He flicks his blade, flinging the blood from it and turns to Allen. His stoic expression becomes a smirk as he straightens up a fraction like a soldier coming lazily to attention.]

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

[debtor]

[...How are you...

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

[debtor]

—I'm sorry, but you shouldn't be so crude!

[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?

[debtor]

[What an unexpected twist!!] Nill?

[WAT R U DOIN out here alone...

He gets to his feet properly, resting the tip of his blade on the concrete. And he glances between her and the stacks. And the guns. Well, then.]

...Target practice?

[ex_prodigism243]

Good evening.

[ Totally normal!

Yukio easily smiles back a polite smile, lowering his guns back to his sides.

He takes the same moment to study Allen in return, taking in the missing arm which didn't seem to hinder Allen at all and the sword though Yukio doesn't bat an eye at seeing such a giant blade, it was similar to Arthur's demon sword Caliburn. Nothing new.

All in all, his appearance was rather curious though, and so was the flying golden ball when Yukio noticed it. He tilts his head at it before glancing back to Allen. ]

Your familiar?

[reassures]

[She quickly sticks one of her guns back in the holster at her hip, though the other one stays out for safety reasons. You can never be too careful out here, and the other was shooting blanks for practice anyway.

Nill glances quickly at the plates, and then shrugs as nonchalantly as she can manage (which isn't very convincing at all). She needed to get better somehow, didn't she? Practicing on actual monsters could end badly fast.]

[debtor]

[That question throws him off at first, since it sounds to him as if Yukio is asking if he's familiar, and that... would be an odd question...

Wait...] Do you mean Tim?

He's a golem. [And Tim himself flutters a bit closer, staring at Yukio with the blank, eyeless cross pattern that passes as his face.] Does your Order use golems...?

[ex_prodigism243]

Golems? No, we don't. This is my first time seeing one.

[ It doesn't quite have a face, but Yukio can kind of feel it staring so he'll... give Timcanpy a polite nod. ]

Some of our exorcists do have demon familiars, but I'm not sure if that's similar.

[debtor]

[That explains it.

And certainly it's better that she's out here firing at plates when the streets are all but deserted, but it's still... not safe.]

May I join you?

[He can keep watch for any approaching monsters. Gunshots are sure to attract some attention sooner or later.]

[debtor]

[Tim breaks out a sharp-toothed grin in response.

The idea of a demon familiar is a bit alarming to Allen, but it's clear that Yukio's demons are quite different. Perhaps it's a less unsettling concept in his world.]

Tim's nothing like an Ak— demon. Golems are communication devices... sort of like telephones? [Or video cameras, if he knew the word for it.]

Exorcists in my world haven't got familiars.

[reassures]

[She practiced it a few times when time stopped, but physics were a little different when she did things that way. The wind didn't blow, so she had to expend more energy to get a strong enough gust going, and sometimes if the plates got really far away they stopped moving... She probably didn't have enough control yet.

Nill looks down at the gun in her hand, before lifting a hand to tap the side of her head. A warning, before she begins to 'talk' to him.]

You can if you'd like to.

[ex_prodigism243]

[ ... Well, those teeth are rather unexpected. Yukio smiles back sheepishly before focusing his attention on Allen. ]

Ah, like a cellphone? I see. Having something like that that can move on its own would be pretty handy. [ Though he does have to wonder what makes Tim tick, because that mouth doesn't seem very mechanical. ]

Generally only the exorcists who are Tamers do in mine, but there are exceptions.