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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] 3/3
His younger master, on the other hand, can't sort out what he feels so he just indulges all of them, all out of turn and with fists clenched in hair and around bits of glass crushed between ruddy, heavy, deformed fingers. ]
That. Hurt.
[ So did a lot of things, and this was nothing, it wasn't half as bad as what Cross could do but why was he here and why was he wearing bandages? ]
[Action]
Cross just scoffs at at his apprentice, tossing the neck of the broken bottle over his shoulder. Not like littering mattered here. He reached out, brushing glass shards from white hair and frumpy clothing.]
You look disgusting. What have you been doing? Dragging yourself through filth on purpose?
[Action]
The rumpled and somewhat glass-dusted exorcist seated on the ground isn't wearing anything particularly notable, just a pair of worn boots, slacks, a long-sleeved shirt that is... probably more a nightshirt than something one should be wearing outdoors in a post-apocalyptic ruin of a city.
In late winter/early spring.
Hurt was gradually making way for that slow-growing shock and realization; it was taking root now, really sinking in, that Cross might not be some elaborate hallucination at all.
Sorry, this takes a little while. ]
... How--