02 ♘ [ Video ] The lower I get the higher I'll climb
[ First, before he even touches what's going in other posts, he makes his own. And the feed will click on to a young man who looks a lot like the other gentleman with white hair and a scar on the left side of his face, though this one is paler. Silver-eyed.
Pissed off and wearing his uniform jacket again because right now that much is so very important.
Quiet. Steadfast. Almost military. This is who he was becoming.
You might just be shocked. Depending.
Though he's made this kind of message before and rather hated it, but he has no choice now. ]
Please disregard the last two messages.
[ Pissed off but somewhat terrified Allen Walkers speak in very firm, neutral tones. Blunter, clipped, polite... but almost a little frosty. Very serious. ]
There is another person who looks just like me. He is not. I can't explain it, but I apologize for any confusion this might cause and I will resolve the matter, but in the meantime please don't trust anyone claiming to be me or looking like me.
[ Pause. Quietly: ] He might be dangerous. Please keep your distance and let me know.
My name is Allen Walker and I'm an Exorcist. I understand I've met some of you before here and I'm sorry I don't remember all of you. I understand this is confusing to everyone and I apologize for that. [ He knows it doesn't look good. At all. ]
This is my ID number. If you receive a message from someone looking like me from any other number, that is not me. Never was and never will be. If you see someone like me in person...
[ He leans close to the Forge for a moment--nervousness is there just behind an otherwise perfectly stoic expression--and pulls his hair back to make sure a silvery eye is visible. ]
My eyes are gray; his are gold. [ And he speaks like a creepy clown. Ouch, that's almost self-burn. ] His skin looks darker as well.
[ Pause. ... And he traces a line across his forehead where a crown of stigmata might otherwise be. ] If he has marks here--if anyone does--get away as fast as you can and tell me or one of the Exorcists. Anyone. It's not safe. [ It's a guess, sure, but one he doesn't think he's wrong in making. ] They're Noah and unpredictable. Deadly.
[ He didn't out you just yet, Tyki. But the Fourteenth in his skin? Yes. He will. In an instant. ]
[ But he smiles, a little weakly but still making an effort. ] Sorry for the confusion. It's not that bad.
Thank you.
[ Filtered to Exorcists and Link ]
[ A hard swallow, and he fixes an uncomfortable look on the Forge. ]
I really can't explain it. I'm sorry. But I am still me, whoever that really is.
I think everyone knows who it is, too.
[ Teeth gritting. NOT HAPPY. ] I understand if you want to keep an eye on me because of this. Link can do this, but...
[ It's almost brat-mode, except it's dead serious, the sudden and very flat way he suddenly leans towards the Forge to address them. ] ...I do not need to be put under further 'protection'.
[ He is absolutely defying those orders of yours, Cross. ]
Pissed off and wearing his uniform jacket again because right now that much is so very important.
Quiet. Steadfast. Almost military. This is who he was becoming.
You might just be shocked. Depending.
Though he's made this kind of message before and rather hated it, but he has no choice now. ]
Please disregard the last two messages.
[ Pissed off but somewhat terrified Allen Walkers speak in very firm, neutral tones. Blunter, clipped, polite... but almost a little frosty. Very serious. ]
There is another person who looks just like me. He is not. I can't explain it, but I apologize for any confusion this might cause and I will resolve the matter, but in the meantime please don't trust anyone claiming to be me or looking like me.
[ Pause. Quietly: ] He might be dangerous. Please keep your distance and let me know.
My name is Allen Walker and I'm an Exorcist. I understand I've met some of you before here and I'm sorry I don't remember all of you. I understand this is confusing to everyone and I apologize for that. [ He knows it doesn't look good. At all. ]
This is my ID number. If you receive a message from someone looking like me from any other number, that is not me. Never was and never will be. If you see someone like me in person...
[ He leans close to the Forge for a moment--nervousness is there just behind an otherwise perfectly stoic expression--and pulls his hair back to make sure a silvery eye is visible. ]
My eyes are gray; his are gold. [ And he speaks like a creepy clown. Ouch, that's almost self-burn. ] His skin looks darker as well.
[ Pause. ... And he traces a line across his forehead where a crown of stigmata might otherwise be. ] If he has marks here--if anyone does--get away as fast as you can and tell me or one of the Exorcists. Anyone. It's not safe. [ It's a guess, sure, but one he doesn't think he's wrong in making. ] They're Noah and unpredictable. Deadly.
[ He didn't out you just yet, Tyki. But the Fourteenth in his skin? Yes. He will. In an instant. ]
[ But he smiles, a little weakly but still making an effort. ] Sorry for the confusion. It's not that bad.
Thank you.
[ Filtered to Exorcists and Link ]
[ A hard swallow, and he fixes an uncomfortable look on the Forge. ]
I really can't explain it. I'm sorry. But I am still me, whoever that really is.
I think everyone knows who it is, too.
[ Teeth gritting. NOT HAPPY. ] I understand if you want to keep an eye on me because of this. Link can do this, but...
[ It's almost brat-mode, except it's dead serious, the sudden and very flat way he suddenly leans towards the Forge to address them. ] ...I do not need to be put under further 'protection'.
[ He is absolutely defying those orders of yours, Cross. ]