( one ) video; january 28th; morning

[clowned]

[ cue one very confused little white haired boy trying to turn on the communicator. this was nothing like the golems back home. the background behind him has some trees in it- he's outside somewhere, although he has no idea where. ]

Hello, my name is Allen Walker.

[ realizing it's filming his hair instead of his face, he adjusts the screen as he figures out exactly where he’s going with this. ]

Um… I’ve been told I was here before, but I really don’t remember anything. So I guess this is a hello again to some of you. I’m sorry if we knew each other well, or even just in passing.

I’d like to start helping out [ again? ], if anyone has any information on how I might be able to do that, I would appreciate it.

[ and then the lovuungest pause while it's clear he's messing with the communicator EVEN MORE. ]

Also does this thing have a map? I think I'm lost.

( ooc: so the other Allen just recently left. feel free to have your character not even notice that he was gone. :x )

Comments

[hexappeal]

He lived a long, prosperous life. It's been nearly twenty years since his death, but he was well into his hundreds by then. Long for a normal human, but short for our kind, I suppose.

He would not have taken my place, had he not wanted to.

[clowned]

[ Allen nods his understanding, some understanding anyway, and then falls back to finishing his slice in silence. the worlds that people came from in this place were all so different. ]

[hexappeal]

Sorry. I don't talk about my father as much as I used to. I tend to become very vocal when I finally do.

[clowned]

That's okay, it's probably good to talk about it. [ not that he. ever does... ]

[hexappeal]

Sometimes. It isn't something you should lock away -- not completely, anyway.

[clowned]

[ he shakes his head, pushing his empty plate away from him. ] I don't think so.

[hexappeal]

Anyway, you don't have to stick around and wait for him to come back. [She gets to her feet with a smile, happy to change the subject.] I could help you find your room, if you'd like.

[clowned]

[ he stares at her a moment and he's sure the uncertainty he's feeling is written clearly across his face. he's not exactly eager to see his master (when is he ever?) but hearing about things from Cross might.. help a little. ]

He doesn't want to see me.

[hexappeal]

But you want to see him, don't you? [Man, kid, work on your poker face.] It's really up to you, but you'll have to deal with hit sooner or later.

[clowned]

Kind of. [ he's never had to bother with a poker face since he never loses at poker anyway!! ] I'll see him later.

[hexappeal]

If that's what you'd like, I won't pressure you.

[clowned]

I appreciate it. Thank you for the pie too.

[hexappeal]

You're welcome. Now, do you need any help finding your room? Or are you afraid that if I know where you're staying that I'll tell him?

[clowned]

[ he pauses for a moment, before voicing the question in his head. ] You won't tell him, right?

[hexappeal]

No. And he can't make me. [Guess who is the wearer of pants in this relationship.]

[clowned]

In that case... I could use some help if you really don't mind.

[hexappeal]

Then let's skidaddle. [She's heading toward the door. Come follow her. And maybe lock the door behind you. If you feel like it or something.]

[clowned]

Alright. [ he does pause to lock it, because he's considerate like that. then he trails after her. ]