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[faire_le_pitre]

[The hallways have been shifting again: the rooms along this hall weren't there yesterday. Whatever you were expecting to see is likewise absent. It's dusty, here, and there's a very unpleasant smell in the air. It smells like death, in fact

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[sightlessclown]

[poor Allen is lost again... and he thinks this way is probably Not a Good Way to go because of the smell, which has him covering his mouth with his sleeve and coughing occasionally, but he just winds up getting more lost and turned around when he tries to go back, so he keeps going...

Definitely not feeling extremely pleased about it, though he perks a little when he hears that cough - hey someone else is here! Hopefully they're not dangerous...]

Hello?

((ooc: Fourteenth would apologize but he is not even a little bit sorry. :|a Jerk.))

[faire_le_pitre]

...Ah...?

[He looks up suddenly, with his eyes widening as he sees Allen there. Though he tries to stand up, his feet slide a little and he falls back in the chair. He's still too disorientated to move properly. But he manages to talk, hesitantly, even though he's not sure what's going on.]

Allen, or - brother?

[Allen, or brother brother brother. Is this the brother who left him here, what seems like no time ago? His head is aching.]

[sightlessclown]

Mana?!

[oh no, his voice sounds awful D: please be okay, Mana... Allen moves forward as best he can, holding his cane with one hand and reaching out in front of him with the other]

It's just Allen, Mana... are you all right?

[faire_le_pitre]

[He takes a deep breath, but ends up coughing again. It's so dusty in here. Allen can't see it, but Mana flinches as he walks closer.]

Are you really Allen?

[Not brother after all. Why was his heart beat speeding up just over possibly seeing his brother? There's...just no way that his brother would hurt him.]

[sightlessclown]

[bites his lip, even more worried now. He doesn't know much about Neah, but... most of what he's heard hasn't been good.]

Yes, I'm really Allen. [he coughs a little, too - though he's trying not to breathe too deeply, honestly] Is there anything I can do to help you? Anything at all?

[faire_le_pitre]

[He's a little wobbly on his feet, but he manages to stand up, not bothering to brush off the dust. All the while he keeps watching Allen carefully.]

Ah...

I'm - fine, thank you. Perhaps I've just had a bad dream.

[Good liar as he may be, that probably doesn't sound convincing. His tone is still shaky.]

[sightlessclown]

[yeah, he's not convinced, but... he has some inkling that maybe it's because he's Allen that Mana's trying to put it off as nothing to him. Which kind of hurts, but he's sure Mana has his reasons...]

Well... at least, could I... try to find someone else to help you? It sounds like you need it.

[faire_le_pitre]

Oh, there's no need to trouble yourself...

[Mana's thoughts are all jumbled up. Maybe Allen's help would involve killing him again. Maybe he's really Nea, looking like Allen, ready to trick him again. And he can't help feeling that perhaps he deserves that, after all Nea's been through for him, but he's still frightened.].

I - goodness, there's so much dust. I must have been here for a while.

[sightlessclown]

...

[oh this is just breaking his heart]

At least... at least let's get out of here. This much dust can't- [a sneeze, as if to illustrate his point while at the same time preventing him from even making it] can't be good for anyone.

[faire_le_pitre]

[At this point he hasn't noticed that Allen can't see. With a glance at the door as if he only just realised it was there, he starts to make his way over there, a tad shakily. He's not injured or unhealthy, just in need of stretching out muscles that only just got restored to life.]

Mm, it does need dusting. That's one of the best things about living on the move, you know, Allen. Circus tents just don't get dusty like this, because they get taken down so often.

[sightlessclown]

I'd imagine. It must make spring cleaning a whole lot easier.

[he can hear Mana moving for the door, and he follows him awkwardly, cane tapping lightly on the floor as he goes, trying to keep his distance enough to keep Mana comfortable but not so far back that he can't hear the little sounds of movement that enable him to know where Mana is.]