[text] and then [accidental video]

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l5jgv-'

[ One might easily identify this as a sign of a new user -- and new arrival -- given the extended period of slow, confused exploration of the PDA's miniature keypad conducted in almost pitch darkness. But if one were to guess who, in the midst of a baffled adjustment to one's unfamiliar surroundings, would have time to sit down and play with a weird piece of technology, those who know the white-haired arrival might not have guessed Allen Walker.

But really, messing with this peculiar thing and indulging his passing curiosity is all that's standing between him and panic. It's a fine distraction, really.

One that loses its sparkle when what amounts to a very fancy, miniaturized typewriter offers absolutely no answers.

In his frustration, Allen vents his opinion where he thinks it won't matter. ]

clever, but it's still rubbish

[ And presses something that he'll later learn is called 'enter' in a unique method revealed by a brief clip of unintentional video recording; by way of the toe of his boot connecting with the device as a white-haired young man kicks it in a fit of pique.

He can't have kicked it too hard, nor has it landed against anything too unforgiving, as it's still running a few moments before the video cuts out. ]

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[video]

[pencilpremonition]

I dunno, it's pretty awesome once you learn how to use it.

[video]

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[ There's the sharp scuff of a boot heel, followed by that tense and anticipatory silence that might accompany thoughts like 'What was that?', 'Am I imagining things?', or simply: ]

Is someone there?

[ He is barely visible in camera range, looking vaguely in the right direction. There's an accent, too; easily identifiable if there's ever been a Great Britain in her history. ]

[video] 1/idefk

[beanstalk]

[Wait a minute, was that—]

[video]

[beanstalk]

[Either he's dreaming or seeing thing, or... Or something because he was nearly convinced Allen wasn't coming back—]

[video]

[beanstalk]

[—and then he's letting out something that could maybe pass for a soft chuckle. Maybe he heard Cross use Judgement on some thugs and had to come running back, is the thought that enters his mind.

And as he looks on, watches the single response from Becca and the conversation to follow...]

[video]

[beanstalk]

[He really...was back, wasn't he? There was a bit of a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, disappointment, he assumed, when he noticed that Allen...didn't remember anything.

Funny that, how much he had been hoping for it.]

[video] DONE

[beanstalk]

[Can't do anything about the past now. He should know that best.]

Pick up the PDA, beansprout.

[Voice]

[wineandwomen.livejournal.com]

Go the hell home, idiot apprentice.

[No. He's happy you're here and alive but... He doesn't want you here.]

[voice]

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[ There's an undignified yelp, quite a lot of clattering, and one of those stretches of silence drawn taut as a bowstring with tension.

He is pretty sure he's imagining things, but damn if that didn't sound like his late Master for a heart-stopping second there. ]

1/?

[outsidehistory]

[The ping of a new feed wakes Lavi out of his sleep and he watches it simply because he can't fall back asleep until he does.

But the familiar form catches his eye, one that he hasn't seen in what feels like ages.]

Allen...?

[outsidehistory]

[No, it can't be Allen.

He left them.

Then they lost mostly everyone else.]

Just your mind playing tricks on you, Lavi.

[outsidehistory]

[He's about to go to sleep but then he sees other responses.

This...isn't a dream.

And all at once he's sitting up in bed about to yell out a happy "Allen! You're back!" Or better yet, go get Allen himself!

Yet...]

Sorry for all the edit spam, LJ is being a douche for me.

[outsidehistory]

[Like Kanda he comes to the conclusion that Allen doesn't remember this place. Doesn't remember all that they'd gone through here.

It was him and yet it wasn't.]

video; DONE

[outsidehistory]

[But it's Allen.

Grinning as he finally clicks the feed on to respond, whether or not the sprout remembered this place or things they had done or said... It was Allen.

And that's all Lavi could bring himself to care about at the moment.]

Get lost on your way here, Allen?

[gatherstoys]

302.

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...





[ One slow blink. ]

Beg your pardon?

video 1/2

[alma_karma]

[Wait a minute... no way...]

video

[alma_karma]

ALLEN!

video

[doctor_dragoon]

[Hmm. Now he's only ever met one person with hair like that.]

Walker-san, is that you?

video; 1/4

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[ People presumed dead, formerly missing friends, mysterious decrepit cities one can get (and are) lost in, and now...

Complete strangers are able to identify him on sight.

It's really a lot to handle, and Allen can only hold up a finger after a moment.

The screen goes black. He's gone and pocketed it. ]

2/4

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[ There's a lot of rustling, some muted sounds as Allen may, presumably, be pacing around with that PDA in the folds of his clothing.

He's trying to sort this out. Give him a minute.

Allen's not wigging out.

Not at all. ]

3/4

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[ All sounds more or less stop.

Deep breath.

Yes, good. Okay, let's do this. ]

video; 4/4

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[ He returns!

Composed enough again to smile, albeit in that politely distant manner of one who has been caught at a loss, which is precisely what's happened. ]

Er, hello. Sorry. Have we met?

[bluedemonflames]

Eh? Allen? I thought you left.

[Scratching at the messy mop of his black hair.]

You forget how to use the thing or what?

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[ Oh, awkward.

Forget this 'other worlds' stuff -- Allen's seeing mounting evidence for the whole 'he's been here before' thing and forgetting that much very important shit is really making him quite concerned with the integrity of his gray matter.

This is sort of a huge deal. ]

Er...