Allen trudged to the cafeteria with less enthusiasm than usual. He always liked meeting with his friends, but he was weighed down with the feeling that something was wrong. He didn't know what it was, but it was making him incredibly anxious - which was something he typically never was. The not knowing was the worst, he decided, and he glanced
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He opened his eyes again and looked down the stairwell and to the hallway beyond. How long had it been since he'd set foot in this place, really? Obviously he'd woken up here in his own bed, but...
"Lavi," he finally said, turning to look at the other Exorcist. "You said you met an Exorcist named Maria, but Master... he, ah..." He blinked owlishly, suddenly confounded with how exactly he was going to say Master uses a corpse named Maria in a giant coffin bound by chains and she sings on his command. "Master knew a woman named Maria," he finally finished lamely. His train of thought returned, though, and he looked at the redhead intently. "Have you met Daisya? Daisya Barry? He's shorter than me, and his coat has a hood with a bell attached, and he has... tattoos on his face, I think. Have you met him?"
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