[Like many others, Allen has become aware of the haunted house. For the most part however, he's managed to avoid wandering into its halls so far. At least, until tonight. It's still far from dawn, the moon still hangs brightly in the sky, but Allen is outside rather than curled up in bed. The exorcist exhales a puff of air, visible only because of
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Blonde moment.
So far, luckily, he hadn't seen anything. Except that post...which freaks him the fuck out, because things shouldn't move that fast. Like some horror film...
...but there was a person hurt where it had happened. And he was cute. So Francis opted to find him instead of chickening out. He hesitated to use the communicator, because of the last images he saw from it... so he began recalling things from the video and trying to find him from that. It wasn't too hard, though, since Allen hadn't gone all that far in, so about half an hour later this blond Frenchman is going to walk up and kneel next to him.]
W-wake up monsieur!
[Didn't believe in ghosts before? Welp, there went that theory.]
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W...what... [He winces, one hand lifting up to touch his head to reveal a bloodied stain on the wall behind him. Suddenly, his memory rushes back to him and he jerks upright, immediately yelping in pain. It's as he winces this time that he notices France.] Who are you...?
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[He stands and checkes the back of his head.]
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Thank you.
[Though he probably really ought to get his head looked at, come to think of it.]
[[ooc: aaaa sorry for the abysmally slow tags, will speed it up now :) ]]
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[The name is a snarl. Hauling himself to his feet with an irritated sigh as he snaps his watch closed, Cross leaves the comfort of his study with no small amount of reluctance. Stupid boy. Honestly. If it's not one thing with him, it's another.
Almost half an hour after the transmission's end, the door to the strange house is rather abruptly kicked open, swinging violently into the wall with a bang that echoes around the derelict's vast rooms. A heavy booted foot prevents it from bouncing closed again as Cross makes his way inside, taking in the building's entryway with a derisive sneer.]
My God, boy. Leave it up to you to find the filthiest louse-infested hollow this wretched city can come up with to spend an evening rolling around in.
[And leave it to your Master to make comment on the matter rather than simply coming to your aid, of course. Locating the crumpled heap that is his apprentice, Cross steps over... And nudges the boy's shoulder with the toe of his boot.]
Oh you miserable whelp. Now is not the time for ( ... )
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...[The shift from unconciousness is subtle, but his eyes flutter, then crack open bleerily. His head aches, and his sight is swimming, not to mention the throbbing ache of his entire body. With a wince, he lazily lolls his head to one side to peer up at Cross.]
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...Ah, so somebody is home. That's a relief. I didn't relish the idea of wasting another three years preparing your successor, and God knows the bookman can't be trusted to press a shirt. ...Honestly, Allen. The best and brightest the Black Order can manage to cough up these days, and you can't hold your own against gravity?
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Oh, did you hate the task that much? I kept my word at least, in the end. Didn't I? [He frowns, despite his good humor. Oh what a headache. No wonder Allen's checked out for the time being.]
[He stands slowly, leaning heavily on the wall he'd been slumped against] You have such un realistic expectations for the boy.
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He's got to be at that new house that appeared, right? New things mean weird things in this city, so that's where the redhead goes, taking off at a run through the streets.
Once inside he slows.] Allen! [He calls out, his voice ringing through the frightening house.] Allen, are you here??
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In the distance, Allen stirrs, his frame shuddering with a cough loud enough to ring through the mansion as he begins to regain conciousness]
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Was that..?
Well, it's the best lead he has. He moves in that direction quickly. There's no trace of his usual obnoxious grin on his face, but this is serious business. He turns a corner and catches sight of Allen. His single visible eye widens and he moves quickly to his side.] Allen..!
[He drops to his knees beside him, hand moving to set at his shoulder gently.]
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Lavi... not safe here.... You should.... [He frowns, suddenly making a stubborn move to sit up despite his spinning surroundings. Whatever that was terrified him, but he's not going to let it attack Lavi.]
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