[[ Omg, BITTY. ;A; I don't care that I'm retiring this version of him, or even that he hasn't been in the DR proper for almost a year. WE'RE DOING THIS.
.../now makes shit up. ]]
[He's not entirely sure how he got here, or when. Only that the stairs leading down from Lavi's apartment room had gotten darker, then darker still, until there was nothing left to find and nothing left to dream, just the road ahead and the nagging anxiety that he should be elsewhere, somewhere.
Allen doesn't remember the rest of it very well. There was moonlight at some point, of this he's sure - a leering crescent in an over-bright night, sapping colour from the shifting landscape like a terrible novel, turning straggly branches wishbone-white. One caught between his fingers and snapped when he reached to push the moon away, brittle splinters that carved homes in his skin and said, You know better now. Then it was just him upon a darkling plain
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/bowled over by the text wall ♥alma_karmaDecember 10 2011, 03:29:19 UTC
[Alma can't help but take a few steps away from the warping wall, eying it with an understandable nervous expression. He's seen a lot of strange things, but he's never seen the DR do this before...
And he's certainly seen Allen Walker fall out of a wall before.]
[Give him a moment, it's extremely disorientating to get rubber-banded between realities and- And wherever one goes when your mundane decides to put you on the shelf for good.
Memories are flooding back in to clamour for his attention; snapshots of foreign words in a skeletal city and places he can't put names to. Only when Alma speaks does his head snap up to break the surface of confusion, eyes wide with alarm- My god, they've recognised him, he really can't stay-
But then realisation hits, jolting his expression into something more... Off-kilter, teetering just on the edge of bafflement with relief waiting to catch him.]
Alma? What are you doing here?
[And his hand reaches automatically into his pocket for a PDA that isn't there.]
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What's this for?
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I guess it's for my birthday... our.. [Tilts his head.] How are you supposed to refer to your other selves...?
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Shrugs.] Us?
[--Wait.] It's your birthday?
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[All the tears. And happiness.]
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[He's sure Kanda had known that, but... oh well?]
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Er...Alma?
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... yours?
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This is little Rene, he's 'bout two weeks old right now. [Bright little green eyes underneath curly dark locks.]
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[CAKE. MAYONNAISE. OMIGOSH CAKE AND MAYONNAISE.]
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.../now makes shit up. ]]
[He's not entirely sure how he got here, or when. Only that the stairs leading down from Lavi's apartment room had gotten darker, then darker still, until there was nothing left to find and nothing left to dream, just the road ahead and the nagging anxiety that he should be elsewhere, somewhere.
Allen doesn't remember the rest of it very well. There was moonlight at some point, of this he's sure - a leering crescent in an over-bright night, sapping colour from the shifting landscape like a terrible novel, turning straggly branches wishbone-white. One caught between his fingers and snapped when he reached to push the moon away, brittle splinters that carved homes in his skin and said, You know better now. Then it was just him upon a darkling plain ( ... )
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And he's certainly seen Allen Walker fall out of a wall before.]
... Allen?
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Memories are flooding back in to clamour for his attention; snapshots of foreign words in a skeletal city and places he can't put names to. Only when Alma speaks does his head snap up to break the surface of confusion, eyes wide with alarm- My god, they've recognised him, he really can't stay-
But then realisation hits, jolting his expression into something more... Off-kilter, teetering just on the edge of bafflement with relief waiting to catch him.]
Alma? What are you doing here?
[And his hand reaches automatically into his pocket for a PDA that isn't there.]
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