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[text] and then [accidental video]
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[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[Action!] 2/3
The exorcist's period of shock, during which he is heedless of the fact that he might just be bleeding a little, passes by as the smaller Timcampy zooms excitedly in wide loop-the-loops around both Master and the larger (and terribly magnificent) golem.
He's here.
Cross Marian, the man who plucked him from the wreckage of a life without Mana and seemed to delight in making the apprenticeship that followed a living hell. The man who repeated Mana's own words to him just when he needed them most. Terrible and untouchable and invincible (and dead) and here.
Like he had been all along. ]