[Open] Morning of the storm
Characters: Allen Walker, anyone
Time: Late morning
Location: At the Bean
Content: Allen returns to the city of Chicago.
Format: Starting in prose
Warnings: Spoilers for dgm chapters 202-205, and cursing.
He'd made his decision as much as it hurt. For the sake of finding the truth and being his own kind of Exorcist, Allen had opened a Gateway into the Ark. It would be the last time he ever used it but Lenalee had to catch up to.
I'll return one day, to this place I have come to call home.
Home. He felt torn but he had to do it and left the warmth of his friend's embrace to step through the wind open gateway and break it behind him.
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Cool rain pattered on his face and he opened one eye to spot the underside of a structure he didn't remember at first. Then as if on cue, a whirlwind of memories hammered into him with the force of a hurricane. Allen bolted upright and ducked to narrowly avoid knocking himself out on the hard metal surface of the Bean. What was he doing in Chicago?! The Ark had never taken him into the future.
He peered out at the rainy morning and looked around trying to gauge what was going on. He couldn't tell. Had he come during a lull or? It was always hard to tell with this city. He couldn't count a time when it was peaceful for long enough for everyone to catch their second wind. "...Ha, I guess this is as good as I'm going to get." He laughed quietly to himself as he slowly slipped out from under his little shelter. It was time to see what happened while he was home.
The rain ran down over his face as he stood in the park, with his head tilted up to the sky. Just a moment. He needed a moment to process it all then he could get going. He was going to get soaked to the skin any way he did this.
Time: Late morning
Location: At the Bean
Content: Allen returns to the city of Chicago.
Format: Starting in prose
Warnings: Spoilers for dgm chapters 202-205, and cursing.
He'd made his decision as much as it hurt. For the sake of finding the truth and being his own kind of Exorcist, Allen had opened a Gateway into the Ark. It would be the last time he ever used it but Lenalee had to catch up to.
I'll return one day, to this place I have come to call home.
Home. He felt torn but he had to do it and left the warmth of his friend's embrace to step through the wind open gateway and break it behind him.
--
Cool rain pattered on his face and he opened one eye to spot the underside of a structure he didn't remember at first. Then as if on cue, a whirlwind of memories hammered into him with the force of a hurricane. Allen bolted upright and ducked to narrowly avoid knocking himself out on the hard metal surface of the Bean. What was he doing in Chicago?! The Ark had never taken him into the future.
He peered out at the rainy morning and looked around trying to gauge what was going on. He couldn't tell. Had he come during a lull or? It was always hard to tell with this city. He couldn't count a time when it was peaceful for long enough for everyone to catch their second wind. "...Ha, I guess this is as good as I'm going to get." He laughed quietly to himself as he slowly slipped out from under his little shelter. It was time to see what happened while he was home.
The rain ran down over his face as he stood in the park, with his head tilted up to the sky. Just a moment. He needed a moment to process it all then he could get going. He was going to get soaked to the skin any way he did this.