[backdated | Week 14, day 7] LOG | It was a bad dream asphyxiated, watch me bleed
Who: dichrous , (corpse of everadolescent ), purgingthree , wants_the_heart , other Noah?
Status: Mostly closed semi-open to others for later reactions.
Style: Third person, present tense
Where: Somewhere outside Himorogi
When: Week 14, day 7, early AM. Real-world continuation after merged nightmare with Road.
Rating: R
Warnings: Gore and character death
Summary: After Allen was caught while his ( Read more... )
Status: Mostly closed semi-open to others for later reactions.
Style: Third person, present tense
Where: Somewhere outside Himorogi
When: Week 14, day 7, early AM. Real-world continuation after merged nightmare with Road.
Rating: R
Warnings: Gore and character death
Summary: After Allen was caught while his ( Read more... )
Cross isn't about to ignore such a sight and such an aura because it's eerily familiar and he doesn't like it one bit. So he hurries in that direction with a bad feeling that weighs down his feet in a way but he doesn't let that get to him - no time for that - hand closed around Judgment and lips pressed into a thin line. Ready for the worst. He's not really sure what to expect and when thet's the case you expect the worse.
So that if it is the worst you're ready and if it's not you're relieved.
It's the best way to go even if you don't want to think of the worst. Really, who would ever want to? It's just wise.
Cross doesn't know what the worst is but he expects it anyway.
And still, the scene that shows in front of his face shocks him. It catches him more than off-guard and for a moment he can actually only stare. Takes it all in, tries to wrap his mind around it, tries to understand but it quite feels like he can't. Maybe it just isn't possible.
He gives up for the moment, either way, after a short while. Because one thing he does understand and that is that this is possibly the worst condition he has ever seen Allen in. And that... is bad.
He has to bite his lip, just a little. "Brat?" he asks and steps closer. "...Allen?"
Is Allen even conscious?
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Someone was talking.
It flits at the corner of his conscious, a nagging that he needs to get up mixed with nightmare half-memories and a whirling sense of revulsion. Clinging to sanity and strangely jumbled thoughts, like fighting one's own memories.
Brat. Allen.
Called him Allen...
He means to open both his eyes but of course only the remaining right one cracks open. He's quiet for a moment while the world comes into liquid focus, breathing labored still but slower; almost at ease now. Or maybe it's just the lack of clear-thinking.
But the world comes into focus on the remains of Road and he shuts his eye again tightly, fighting back the feeling of being sick.
When he said he said he'd stop the Noah if he had to he didn't mean it like that.
Never like that.
Weakly but determined, he rolls partway onto his back, opens his right eye again to see if he had imagined the voice. But just darkness. Except that voice that was-
"...master?"
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"So you're awake," Cross comments, considers prodding Allen with his boot but decides against it. "Are you aware of what a damn mess you are?"
...what do you mean that's not something you say to someone in this condition?
He squats down next to Allen, would get down on his knees if he didn't have a lot of things against getting his clothes dirty. Especially if he can avoid it. So for now he settles with that position and hopes he won't have to stay like that for too long. It can get especially troublesome, after all. A bit painful. Not that that pain is anything to what Exorcists often experience.
That is, when you're not him.
Or, well, a General. They normally manage to stay out of harm's way most of the time.
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Allen almost blinks. Is he aware what a...?
He'd turn and glare at you except it's not worth the effort at the moment. Is he aware of what a mess he is? No, of course not, he thought he was just fine and dandy, have some time for a spot of tea?
Master, you insenstive prick.
For that, he closes his eye and will pretend to ignore you for a moment. "M'fine." It's weakly croaked, but no, really, he's fine, obviously.
Childish? It's not childish. Childish is sitting next to someone who's just commited an atrocity and can barely breath and asking them if they know what a damn mess they are.
... Maybe it isn't, but it's still inappropriate.
Gh.
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"Of course you are," he comments blankly and looks over the damages more properly, frowning, wants to ask what exactly happened but that should wait for when Allen's in a better condition. He probably shouldn't talk so much at the moment. "Can you move at all, aside from rolling around?"
It would make it a little easier to, well... Get him off the ground if he could move at least a little. But only a little, not setting a limit would be stupid.
Especially because Exorcists have a habit of ignoring their injuries. It runs in that line of work or something.
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But the sarcasm bleeds away a bit, like...
Like, well, he is.
"My legs are broken," he says by way of answer, strangely calm if still sarcastic. Because he's always sarcastic now in front of Cross; it's who they are.
But what Road had done...
He's quiet for a moment, then closing his eye again and swallowing. Pretending you're not there, Cross, too. It's... painful. It's horrid and stains his soul, the loss of control, the loss of controlling and synchronizing with his own Innocence, and...
It's a little shameful to have that seen. Because he's sure you can figure out what the hell happened. At least enough to make it hard him to look you in the eye if he could.
But then if anyone were to see.... better it be Cross?
He still keeps his head turned to the side away from the man.
Shame is shame.
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After a little while, Cross just scoffs, however, and reluctantly puts a knee down on the ground to make it easier.
"Very well then," he grumbles and grabs one of Allen's arms. "Can't stay here."
And in pretty much one smooth movement, he flings Allen not too harsly but not exactly gently either onto his back and pushes himself onto his feet. Allen's not exactly heavy so it's not hard or anything, but neither is Allen all that light and somehow he seems... less light than usual.
But it's probably just imagination.
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Surprise gives him enough energy to startle a bit, eye flying open and tensing for a moment with a little surprised sound as-
Cross was-
...
He's hallucinating, isn't he?
"Ah-"
But he's too tongue-tied to say anything; just tightening his arms instead to stay on.
Cross never gave him the time of day, let alone carried him on his back. Or...
No. Such childhood memories his mind couldn't bring to life even if he tried; even if they were real or just feverish fantasies of a better life with a guardian that actually gave a damn and didn't boot him to the curb every morning to earn more money.
"... Right."
And he goes limp then, closing his eye because it's a little much effort and... sleep is a soothing, horrible temptation. Just slip off and forget the pain.
Forget that... maybe it really is the first time he's been thankful for you, Cross.
At least since that actual first time.
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Now, he's badly wounded and there's no one else but Cross around. If the brat can't move, there's not much else he can do but this.
Not only is it the only logical outcome, but he doesn't really mind it all that much. Of course he's not happy about getting his clothes dirty, thinks that Allen is a real damn stupid brat for getting into this situation and thus forcing him to do that, but he really doesn't mind so much. It just makes sense, it's something that has to be done, something that you do when you're as close as they are now.
In their own... kind of way.
"Tch."
And that's the last thing he says as he takes off towards Raisato on steady feet.
Nice and steady. It'll be alright.
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