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asgardmeridiem2012-10-22 07:46 pm
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[OPEN] and it's a bittersweet symphony
Who: Allen Walker and YOU
What: See above
When: Day 160-162
Where: Various, mostly Sigyn
Rating: Don't foresee it going above PG/PG-13
[CONGRATULATIONS, you haveacquired run into one (1) somewhat odd-looking but well-dressed, white-haired polite (mostly sort of) British teen and his somewhat squishy, flying metal(?)... well, who knows what it is (it's a golem), but it's frequently flying after him or perched on his shoulder.
You have perhaps run intohim them in:]
Scenario 1 - Sigyn hall [160-162]
[It is morning. It is the Sigyn dining hall. Why, god, why would you be in the same room as him when he's eating. He's a human vac—
Actually, while it's an impressively heaped collection of plates, it's not that unreasonable. Although he does seem to take merry advantage of the fact that it's free. And somewhat atrocious eating manners aside (really, it's like he only has mere minutes to prepare for a season-long famine), he's already ridiculously tidy and dressed for the day. Hownot quite British odd.
He does seem to get a bit of a thoughtful (melancholic?) pause when he gets up to clean his dishes, though. Like he's looking for someone that isn't there. But it's brief—and then he's softly chiding the yellow sort of blob with wings on his shoulder that's chewing a skewer stick like a toothpick. (Seems the sort to try and mostly keep to himself unless he has reason to otherwise.)
Odd how he even cleans with white gloves on, though. (How does he keep them so white.)]
Scenario 2 - Sigyn hospital [160-162]
[For most of the late morning and afternoon, you can probably expect to find him hurrying to keep up with the directions of at least one rather strict nurse. (No, seriously, she seems a little scary in that familiar sort of way.) For anyone who works or is frequently there, he might be a familiar sight—if an always-busy one. Somehow.
If there's anyone with light injuries that he's able to attend (heal; his hands now, after all...), he's stepping in whenever he can to help that way with gentle reassurances and a sort of quick, nervous but polite smile. Aha, no, he's just a volunteer, but here he'll try—
He's still holding onto those gloves though, scolds from staff notwithstanding.Mostly.]
Scenario 3 - Draupnir/the theatre [162]
[Evening, and it's not a usual place for him, maybe. A theatre and of course that struck him in that way familiar things do when he was first exploring the city, but like a great many things he, well... got distracted from it then until he was reminded of it. There's something playing tonight; indoors, as it's too chill out. (He can see his breath in small puffs if he breaths slow.) Music's floating from in there—a concert, maybe. A piano solo.
(Ah.)
He's outside, though. And easy to miss, if you weren't looking particularly close. Given he's perched up on the lower hanging eaves, by one of the statues and almost easy enough to be mistaken for one, other than the fact they're not of skinny boys in stark black and white. (The golden creature with wings on his shoulder, too, twitches its wings from time to time, and his boots sway over the edge.) Nearer the windows; it's possible to hear the music then.
Faintly.
If anything, it just makes him quieter to hear it, and there's something a little distant and distracted in his expression as he watches the twilight in the distance. At least for a the moment—and there's no pretense of a quick (if frequently somehow... somewhat sad) smile when he thinks he's by himself.]
[Or anywhere in the middle. Really, he could turn up anywhere. That mop of hair could even already look passingly familiar. Easily. In that way of people that are kind of everywhere but always distracted and on their way somewhere, too. Just don't expect him 'home'Sigyn hall if it isn't to eat or sleep.]
What: See above
When: Day 160-162
Where: Various, mostly Sigyn
Rating: Don't foresee it going above PG/PG-13
[CONGRATULATIONS, you have
You have perhaps run into
Scenario 1 - Sigyn hall [160-162]
[It is morning. It is the Sigyn dining hall. Why, god, why would you be in the same room as him when he's eating. He's a human vac—
Actually, while it's an impressively heaped collection of plates, it's not that unreasonable. Although he does seem to take merry advantage of the fact that it's free. And somewhat atrocious eating manners aside (really, it's like he only has mere minutes to prepare for a season-long famine), he's already ridiculously tidy and dressed for the day. How
He does seem to get a bit of a thoughtful (melancholic?) pause when he gets up to clean his dishes, though. Like he's looking for someone that isn't there. But it's brief—and then he's softly chiding the yellow sort of blob with wings on his shoulder that's chewing a skewer stick like a toothpick. (Seems the sort to try and mostly keep to himself unless he has reason to otherwise.)
Odd how he even cleans with white gloves on, though. (How does he keep them so white.)]
Scenario 2 - Sigyn hospital [160-162]
[For most of the late morning and afternoon, you can probably expect to find him hurrying to keep up with the directions of at least one rather strict nurse. (No, seriously, she seems a little scary in that familiar sort of way.) For anyone who works or is frequently there, he might be a familiar sight—if an always-busy one. Somehow.
If there's anyone with light injuries that he's able to attend (heal; his hands now, after all...), he's stepping in whenever he can to help that way with gentle reassurances and a sort of quick, nervous but polite smile. Aha, no, he's just a volunteer, but here he'll try—
He's still holding onto those gloves though, scolds from staff notwithstanding.
Scenario 3 - Draupnir/the theatre [162]
[Evening, and it's not a usual place for him, maybe. A theatre and of course that struck him in that way familiar things do when he was first exploring the city, but like a great many things he, well... got distracted from it then until he was reminded of it. There's something playing tonight; indoors, as it's too chill out. (He can see his breath in small puffs if he breaths slow.) Music's floating from in there—a concert, maybe. A piano solo.
(Ah.)
He's outside, though. And easy to miss, if you weren't looking particularly close. Given he's perched up on the lower hanging eaves, by one of the statues and almost easy enough to be mistaken for one, other than the fact they're not of skinny boys in stark black and white. (The golden creature with wings on his shoulder, too, twitches its wings from time to time, and his boots sway over the edge.) Nearer the windows; it's possible to hear the music then.
Faintly.
If anything, it just makes him quieter to hear it, and there's something a little distant and distracted in his expression as he watches the twilight in the distance. At least for a the moment—and there's no pretense of a quick (if frequently somehow... somewhat sad) smile when he thinks he's by himself.]
[Or anywhere in the middle. Really, he could turn up anywhere. That mop of hair could even already look passingly familiar. Easily. In that way of people that are kind of everywhere but always distracted and on their way somewhere, too. Just don't expect him 'home'
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Mere mention of her has him pausing in a bit of a cold sweat. Er. (No, Allen, you can't actually feel stares on the back of your neck. Don't turn around, she might be there just out of principle.)
Politely:] She's very dedicated to her job. [sipping tea and looking inconspicuous, lalala]
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You think she's bad now, you should try being her patient. There's only one person in the hospital scarier than Nurse Mathilde when you've gotten up after lights out.
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She reminds me a little of someone I used to know.
[But a blink, his gaze sliding over.] 'One person'?
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Ah -- have you been to the fifth floor yet? The Nurse in charge of the second ward ...
((00c: so sorry! I lost this comment travelling between work and home ^^; ))
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--ah. That's why.]
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But it was a little hectic. [Understatement.]
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The head nurse where I'm from. She was really dedicated to everyone, too. [His ear would be so twisted sometimes when she caught him out of bed...
He kind of misses it.]
[ooc: no problem at all!]
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[That doesn't seem right, somehow. He doesn't have the bearing of a medical worker, for all his obvious practice ...]
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There was an infirmary, but...
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I was usually the patient. [Reluctantly. He's bad at ordered bed rest.]
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Sometimes, I guess. [Very.]
Have you heard of Exorcists?
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We fight creatures called akuma, though, and save their souls.
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Demons, I presume? [He doesn't know Japanese itself at all, but... He does understand it's what most people presume off the bat at hearing of akuma.
How that works in Victorian Europe is anyone's guess.]no subject
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They're not like in books, though. They're not really demons.
More like machines with human souls.
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They're made of something called Dark Matter. Kind of like a skeleton. A soul gets bound to that then.
But Exorcists are able to break that Dark Matter and free the soul.
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But it's the opposite of Innocence, what we use to destroy it. A holy weapon.
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His left hand flexes a little against the mug of tea, but it's a small thing. ] It's a kind of crystal. An anti-akuma weapon, and it chooses a person to be its host.
That person becomes an Exorcist then and can fight akuma. It's the only way to put those souls to rest.
[ That it's supposedly about God calling them to service -- Allen skims past that part, personally. It's not why he fights. ] It's the only way we're able to fight.
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2/3 oops lied
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