*it's only a matter of time until a huge racket is made in a hallway. There's an Allen wearing battered iron armor, and his broadsword seems ready to break into pieces. His forehead's bleeding, too.*
M'lord! M'lord, where are you?! Kanda? Daisya? No, wait... this place...
*he doesn't look too good. He swears and falls to his knees. Pieces of his
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Allen, what's wrong?
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You, good sir, are literally falling apart at the seams.
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How about we take care of that nasty little wound of yours first, hmmm?
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((48, no eyepatch, he's Bookman now~))
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