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[observings]

Pardon me. Are you acquainted with Allen Walker

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[jesusing_clown]

...Hi Link.

[observings]

[Well, that was easy... Swoopin' in to your personal space.]

Walker! So it is as I feared... We are the victims of an elaborate abduction, but by whom?

[jesusing_clown]

By this place, it's called the Dressing room, and... It's a long story. The Dressing Room is kind of sentient.

1/2

[observings]

[fallenkeytotime]

[Miranda just looks at him with a soft smile. Intimidated? No~]

Of course I am, Link.

[observings]

[Your sweet smiles do not phase him.]

... Miss Lotto? You have been taken hostage as well?

[fallenkeytotime]

Hostage? Are we under attack?!

[Looks around frantically.]

[observings]

It seems so. Be on your guard, Miss Lotto. There is no telling what we may come across.

[Huge misunderstanding. They have it.]

[bloodyscore]

[Cloaked and hooded vampire isn't looking up from playing with his kitten. Heard you clonking your way up to him miles away, okay, maybe yards away. Allen hums softly.]

I know a few, which one are you looking for? [He doubts it would be himself, as far as he knows Howard Link isn't in his time yet.]

[observings]

[DUBIOUS STARE. Where did that cat come from?]

What do you mean? Walker, we haven't the time for tomfoolery. Quickly, are you injured?

[bloodyscore]

[He sighs softly and gets to his feet, kitten in arms.]

I'm perfectly fine, Mr. Link. [Manners!] But there are other Allens you could be looking for, yes?

[observings]

[There's something off about Allen--actually, make that several things. Clearly, a closer inspection is in order.]

I hardly understand. The Walker I wish to locate would be the one placed under my supervision, not any other--should they even exist.

[Unconvinced stare. Get your things and let's go. The cat can't come.]

[salvationsnox]

Any reason why you're looking for him?

[observings]

Bookman Junior, you're--! Never you mind, we must locate Walker at once! He is in grave danger!

[Is this where you've dissappeared to?]

[salvationsnox]

...Depending on which Allen you're talking about. [Eyebrow raise. Well, sort of? Ignore the fact that he's taller than the last time Link has seen a Lavi and he has crystal bracelets.]

[observings]

[Okay, he'll reluctantly humor these ridiculous claims just so they make some sort of progress. Multiple Walkers. Goodness, one is plenty.]

... What do you mean which? I speak about the one we are familiar with.

[He hasn't the time to note bracelets. Height, on the other hand, doesn't slip his notice because he's always been shorter. Somebody's been drinking their milk...]

[halfcocked]

I dunno, you acquainted with baking me a pie, Piebitch?

[observings]

[ASDFSAGDWCCVFMK!!! What is this?! And, good heavens, what did this Noah just call him?!]

I beg your pardon! You will address me with respect or not at all!

[halfcocked]

Sure, Sir Piebitch. You got strawberry??

[observings]

Excuse me?! I will thank you to watch your tongue! Furthermore, do you honestly believe I carry pies on me at all times, just for such an occasion?