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Allen Walker 3/???jesusing_clownDecember 5 2010, 13:23:19 UTC
[third person / log sample]: It had been a successful mission, all things considered. They’d defeated the akuma, recovered the Innocence, gained a new comrade, saved the orphanage, and Link had made pie afterwards! Anything that ended with pie was automatically a good end. “This is delicious, Link. You should make cherry next.” Allen said to the inspector, grinning at him. Link gave a ‘hmph’ and started on a lecture on how he wouldn’t be making pie for Allen again for a long time, and he wasn’t just a pie making machine there to satisfy his cravings, but Allen tuned him out. The Exorcist laughed, it was an odd rapport the two had developed. Central had assigned him as a watchdog, someone to keep an eye on Allen and make sure he stayed in line, to kill him if he ever went too far. And Allen had welcomed him; talked to him about things he’d never mentioned to others and then teased him about how Link didn’t count because it was like he was a part of the furniture. They were friendly, but Allen was sure if he said he considered Link a friend he’d look crazy. ‘It would make Link uncomfortable too, this is meant to be a job for him. It’d be harder for him to carry it out if we were friends.’ He’d tried to make things as easy on the Inspector as he could, but it didn’t always turn out like that. Life at the Order was hectic, when you weren’t fighting akuma you were sparring with other members (which usually ended up as brawls when Allen sparred against Kanda), or defending yourself against whatever disaster the science department had unleashed (from killer robots to bad hair days to zombies, the list went on). Allen didn’t always listen to Link’s orders and disobeyed him when he thought it necessary, but it always worked out in the end. Usually. Allen’s scars started aching again. Alright, perhaps the mission hadn’t been the BIGGEST success. People had gotten hurt, but at least they were recovering now. The children had been turned into dolls by the akuma and gotten sick; that woman, Emilia, who had tried to protect Timothy had been shot; Marie had to cut off two of his fingers! And Allen himself had been stabbed through with his own sword, and awoken the 14th. He almost frowned at the pain, trying his best to ignore it and focus on pie. Pie was good. Pie was an excellent distraction! But those unpleasant thoughts lingered on.
The 14th had taken control of him, if only for a short while. He was in his body and using his voice to speak, and move, and touch others. Allen felt a little violated when he lingered on that too long. And now he had these painful scars literally ripping him in half, stabbing himself really didn’t seem like the smartest plan now. ‘But, at the time there was no other choice, was there? I needed to protect those people. And I didn’t expect…’ his thoughts tailed off, and he took another bite of the dessert. His Master had told him about the Noah inside of him. The figure hovering over him in his reflection was a constant reminder of it. He knew that his Innocence was specially designed to be a Noah-killing sword, yet he’d still been surprised it happened the way it did. He hadn’t expected such a violent outcome, he hadn’t really thought much at all about it. Allen didn’t like to dwell on thoughts of the 14th; there was nothing he could do about him being there, and he’d already gotten used to him haunting his reflection. His commitment to keep calm and carry on, ignoring the monster trying to take over his mind, had backfired on him. Even now, Allen was trying not to think too much about it. ‘If it causes problems, I’ll face them when they come.’ He resolved, placating himself with that thought for now. Allen and Link walked back to their room, he needed to write up their mission report. The Exorcist sighed, digging out a pen and some paper. This was his least favourite part of the missions, paperwork. It was tedious and long and Allen was not great at writing. But it was an important part of their job as Exorcists, but he’d prevaricated long enough. It was time to get started.
Allen Walker 4/4jesusing_clownDecember 5 2010, 13:24:10 UTC
He couldn’t help but wonder about that strange guy in red that had appeared, he’d saved them and destroyed that akuma; what kind of Exorcist was he? It was an odd power he’d used, and Allen was sure he’d never seen that guy around before. ‘I wonder if the akuma’s soul was saved, with that kind of weapon… I hope it’s okay’. If the man in red hadn’t been using Innocence, then who knows what would have happened to the poor soul. First they had died and been trapped inside a painful skeleton and forced to kill, used like a cheap fuel source, and now this. Destroying akuma was meant to be a release, salvation for the akuma. Allen truly hoped the man in red had been using some kind of Innocence, it made his stomach knot to think what would happen to the soul if he wasn’t. ‘Maybe Kanda knows something about him; he’s been at the Order a lot longer than me’. Allen needed to talk to him to finish the paperwork anyway. He stood, supplies in hand, and walked back out the door with Link following swiftly after him in silence.
Hey there! While we appreciate your application here at POLYchromatic, we're going to have to ask for log sample that better reflects the timeline you've chosen to take him from. Because so much is revealed between the point in canon you've written about and the point you'd like to bring him in to the City, we'd like to see Allen's thoughts on those issues, his rising motivations, feelings, etcetera.
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Unfortunately my hours at work have been very awkwardly rearranged and it's likely I won't get a good chance to work on the sample until Sunday. Would it be possible to get an extension, please?
Everything hurt. Allen’s body felt like lead; his pulse rushed, his vision blurred and his head was really killing him. ‘Where… What was I…?’ It was a struggle remembering anything that had happened. As hard as he tried to gather his thoughts, all Allen could hear was an odd kind of static. It felt strangely familiar; he knew he’d felt this crushing, oppressive force bearing down on him before, but hard as he tried Allen couldn’t clear the fog in his mind. ’I want to wake up.’ Something seemed to be whispering to him, hushing the boy as he struggled. Fighting against this was getting harder and harder, his thoughts were slipping away. It was like trying to hold onto sand as it sifted through your fingers, Allen couldn‘t hold onto anything. At this point he was struggling to remember his own name.
‘I…’
So hard; it would be so much easier to lie down, to let himself rest.
‘I…’
Wasn’t he so tired?
‘I… I’m Allen Walker!’ he screamed inside his head, drowning out the whispers that tried to drag his mind down. Allen fought against them that much harder, fought to get control of his head, of his own body. He wouldn’t be defeated this easily! Just by something telling him to lie down, as if. Allen had far too much to do, and now was certainly not the time to be taking a nap. He’d been doing something important, he knew that much. Something that couldn’t wait- ‘The mission in Jordan! The Noah showed up, I was fighting… Then what?’ Allen thought hard, they’d been fighting the akuma, he remembered. The Third Exorcists had destroyed them all. It still turned Allen’s stomach to think of it, all those souls screaming and begging him to save them before being plunged into the darkness. He couldn’t do anything. He’d failed them. Allen had promised to save those souls, and he had failed so many of them at once. Thinking about it hurt, and he forced himself to move his musings on. It wouldn’t help anyone to get depressed over that right now, he’d have time to reflect on what went wrong (and how better to resolve it next time) later. For now Allen focused on his memories, the harder he pushed against the fog in his mind the more of himself he recovered. He wanted his own mind back, and now! ‘The Noah showed up, then to Tokusa-’ Allen hadn’t gotten along with Tokusa at all. Their personalities clashed, and the Third exorcist seemed to take far too much pleasure in provoking Allen. Still, he hadn’t deserved what had happened to him. To have his arms severed like that, and then expecting to be ‘absorbed’, it was a fate Allen wouldn’t wish on anyone. The Third Exorcist project enraged him; the whole callous view of life it seemed to show made his blood boil. Tokusa seemed so earnest in wanting to be absorbed, he’d wanted to help God and fight in this war… But this couldn’t possibly be the way to go. Allen wouldn’t accept it.
What had happened after that? It hurt trying to recall the events, but still Allen persisted. He had to remember, to wake up. ‘I came through the Ark, to… It was the Order, wasn’t it?’ He could remember falling through, the Noah were there when he came out. Who else, Allen knew they were important, who was there with them? ‘The… The science team! They had everyone held hostage-’ Conscious thought was blindingly painful at this point. Allen was regaining feeling in his body, it felt like he was on fire. He was talking, he realised, to the Earl. Not just talking; touching him, saying something about becoming the new Earl- Those weren’t his words! Allen was definitely not putting up with this, he mustered all his strength together and pushed as hard as he could against the force he had finally identified as the 14th. He wouldn’t let him take control like this. It would be a cold day in hell before the 14th used his body to become the Earl.
“Is that… Your wish, 14th?” The Earl asked above him.
‘NO!‘ Allen screamed in his head, finally giving the boot to the 14ths control. In reality, it came out very feebly. “N… No, no…! It’s not!! I’m not the 14th…!?” The pain was so intense, Allen’s whole body was shaking. He retched and coughed up blood as memories flashed through his head, memories of his Master’s last words to him, the warning of what could happen; he would NOT let it! Pure hot blooded fury coursed through him, Allen cried out. ‘I don’t…’
“Want that!!!” he shouted, smashing his head against the Earl’s. "Listen up, Earl. And 'the 14th' too…” The Noah inside his head was right, he was so tired of this. Of being used like a tool, treated like a vessel for some unholy horror. But it didn’t make him want to give up, it just pissed him off! He would never stop fighting against the 14th, and the Earl too. He’d never let them destroy the world like they wanted. Allen was himself, and he was going to make it perfectly clear that he would never be obedient to any of them. “I'm Allen, an Exorcist! And I'd die before becoming anything else!!”
The 14th had taken control of him, if only for a short while. He was in his body and using his voice to speak, and move, and touch others. Allen felt a little violated when he lingered on that too long. And now he had these painful scars literally ripping him in half, stabbing himself really didn’t seem like the smartest plan now. ‘But, at the time there was no other choice, was there? I needed to protect those people. And I didn’t expect…’ his thoughts tailed off, and he took another bite of the dessert. His Master had told him about the Noah inside of him. The figure hovering over him in his reflection was a constant reminder of it. He knew that his Innocence was specially designed to be a Noah-killing sword, yet he’d still been surprised it happened the way it did. He hadn’t expected such a violent outcome, he hadn’t really thought much at all about it. Allen didn’t like to dwell on thoughts of the 14th; there was nothing he could do about him being there, and he’d already gotten used to him haunting his reflection. His commitment to keep calm and carry on, ignoring the monster trying to take over his mind, had backfired on him. Even now, Allen was trying not to think too much about it. ‘If it causes problems, I’ll face them when they come.’ He resolved, placating himself with that thought for now. Allen and Link walked back to their room, he needed to write up their mission report. The Exorcist sighed, digging out a pen and some paper. This was his least favourite part of the missions, paperwork. It was tedious and long and Allen was not great at writing. But it was an important part of their job as Exorcists, but he’d prevaricated long enough. It was time to get started.
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He couldn’t help but wonder about that strange guy in red that had appeared, he’d saved them and destroyed that akuma; what kind of Exorcist was he? It was an odd power he’d used, and Allen was sure he’d never seen that guy around before. ‘I wonder if the akuma’s soul was saved, with that kind of weapon… I hope it’s okay’. If the man in red hadn’t been using Innocence, then who knows what would have happened to the poor soul. First they had died and been trapped inside a painful skeleton and forced to kill, used like a cheap fuel source, and now this. Destroying akuma was meant to be a release, salvation for the akuma. Allen truly hoped the man in red had been using some kind of Innocence, it made his stomach knot to think what would happen to the soul if he wasn’t. ‘Maybe Kanda knows something about him; he’s been at the Order a lot longer than me’. Allen needed to talk to him to finish the paperwork anyway. He stood, supplies in hand, and walked back out the door with Link following swiftly after him in silence.
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That's perfectly all right, good luck with work!
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‘I…’
So hard; it would be so much easier to lie down, to let himself rest.
‘I…’
Wasn’t he so tired?
‘I… I’m Allen Walker!’ he screamed inside his head, drowning out the whispers that tried to drag his mind down. Allen fought against them that much harder, fought to get control of his head, of his own body. He wouldn’t be defeated this easily! Just by something telling him to lie down, as if. Allen had far too much to do, and now was certainly not the time to be taking a nap. He’d been doing something important, he knew that much. Something that couldn’t wait- ‘The mission in Jordan! The Noah showed up, I was fighting… Then what?’ Allen thought hard, they’d been fighting the akuma, he remembered. The Third Exorcists had destroyed them all. It still turned Allen’s stomach to think of it, all those souls screaming and begging him to save them before being plunged into the darkness. He couldn’t do anything. He’d failed them. Allen had promised to save those souls, and he had failed so many of them at once. Thinking about it hurt, and he forced himself to move his musings on. It wouldn’t help anyone to get depressed over that right now, he’d have time to reflect on what went wrong (and how better to resolve it next time) later. For now Allen focused on his memories, the harder he pushed against the fog in his mind the more of himself he recovered. He wanted his own mind back, and now! ‘The Noah showed up, then to Tokusa-’ Allen hadn’t gotten along with Tokusa at all. Their personalities clashed, and the Third exorcist seemed to take far too much pleasure in provoking Allen. Still, he hadn’t deserved what had happened to him. To have his arms severed like that, and then expecting to be ‘absorbed’, it was a fate Allen wouldn’t wish on anyone. The Third Exorcist project enraged him; the whole callous view of life it seemed to show made his blood boil. Tokusa seemed so earnest in wanting to be absorbed, he’d wanted to help God and fight in this war… But this couldn’t possibly be the way to go. Allen wouldn’t accept it.
What had happened after that? It hurt trying to recall the events, but still Allen persisted. He had to remember, to wake up. ‘I came through the Ark, to… It was the Order, wasn’t it?’ He could remember falling through, the Noah were there when he came out. Who else, Allen knew they were important, who was there with them? ‘The… The science team! They had everyone held hostage-’ Conscious thought was blindingly painful at this point. Allen was regaining feeling in his body, it felt like he was on fire. He was talking, he realised, to the Earl. Not just talking; touching him, saying something about becoming the new Earl- Those weren’t his words! Allen was definitely not putting up with this, he mustered all his strength together and pushed as hard as he could against the force he had finally identified as the 14th. He wouldn’t let him take control like this. It would be a cold day in hell before the 14th used his body to become the Earl.
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‘NO!‘ Allen screamed in his head, finally giving the boot to the 14ths control. In reality, it came out very feebly. “N… No, no…! It’s not!! I’m not the 14th…!?” The pain was so intense, Allen’s whole body was shaking. He retched and coughed up blood as memories flashed through his head, memories of his Master’s last words to him, the warning of what could happen; he would NOT let it! Pure hot blooded fury coursed through him, Allen cried out. ‘I don’t…’
“Want that!!!” he shouted, smashing his head against the Earl’s. "Listen up, Earl. And 'the 14th' too…” The Noah inside his head was right, he was so tired of this. Of being used like a tool, treated like a vessel for some unholy horror. But it didn’t make him want to give up, it just pissed him off! He would never stop fighting against the 14th, and the Earl too. He’d never let them destroy the world like they wanted. Allen was himself, and he was going to make it perfectly clear that he would never be obedient to any of them. “I'm Allen, an Exorcist! And I'd die before becoming anything else!!”
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