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paradisa2013-05-11 05:34 pm
save_the_souls) wrote in paradisa2013-05-11 05:34 pm
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Crowley's gone...I can't find him anywhere. I doubt he'd answer my filters either. He can be such a...
[He sighs and lets it go]
I'll find him later. Give him some time but not enough to get some stupid ideas in his head.
[There is a bit of silence after that. He's been mostly talking to Timcanpy, whose has scarcely left his side since his return. He notices the journal picking up the words, glancing down at them. At least it's filtered, even if he's wary that might break too. Finally, he'll turn away- looking back down at Timcanpy]
Tim...it's stupid isn't it? I keep thinking about Master. What he would have done, if he would have found it all easier....what he would say about it all.
[...]
All the hallucinations, I never saw him. I saw Mana and people from the Order and so many people from this castle but...never him. Not once
I guess..even the castle couldn't think of any way to make him worse, huh? He truly is worse than a demon. [a forced small laugh, then a pause before he continues a bit more seriously] I know he told me I have to make my own path. And I am. I'm not going to stop.
But I- [He tries to get out the words, before he stops himself and shakes his head] No, forget it. I'm done wishing for people to be here. If I want not to be called a child, then I need to act like it. I need to stop being afraid and walk my path myself.
...Even if it's easier said than done.
[Friends and Acquaintances]
I'm sure some of you have seen these filters already, but...please let me know you're all right.
[...]
Yes, even you Sherlock.
[ITS WHY HE PUT ACQUAINTANCES DANGIT ]
[/Filters]
[That stuff done, Allen finds himself at a bit of a loss what to do with himself now. James had barred him from the clinic for the next few days on account of rest- but every time he tried to relax? The thoughts would keep coming back of those days. He tried to sleep, but once the catch up sleep from sheer exhaustion was over his dreams had no solace left to give. It'd just bring him back to that ship, to other situations in the past that were similar, and sometimes all intertwined.]
[So he does what he tends to do when he's stuck with problems not easily solved: he walks. his direction this time is towards the woods. It's hard to say if it was his intended destination or it just happened, but he winds up at Alexstrasza's tree. A large tree that seems to fill the air around it with feelings of serenity and peace, he walks up to it before relaxing against the trunk of the tree, staying for a spell. Timcanpy sits on his lap, and a large claymore lays nearby within arm's reach]
[What? He just got off a murdership, do you expect him to be completely unarmed?]
Crowley's gone...I can't find him anywhere. I doubt he'd answer my filters either. He can be such a...
[He sighs and lets it go]
I'll find him later. Give him some time but not enough to get some stupid ideas in his head.
[There is a bit of silence after that. He's been mostly talking to Timcanpy, whose has scarcely left his side since his return. He notices the journal picking up the words, glancing down at them. At least it's filtered, even if he's wary that might break too. Finally, he'll turn away- looking back down at Timcanpy]
Tim...it's stupid isn't it? I keep thinking about Master. What he would have done, if he would have found it all easier....what he would say about it all.
[...]
All the hallucinations, I never saw him. I saw Mana and people from the Order and so many people from this castle but...never him. Not once
I guess..even the castle couldn't think of any way to make him worse, huh? He truly is worse than a demon. [a forced small laugh, then a pause before he continues a bit more seriously] I know he told me I have to make my own path. And I am. I'm not going to stop.
But I- [He tries to get out the words, before he stops himself and shakes his head] No, forget it. I'm done wishing for people to be here. If I want not to be called a child, then I need to act like it. I need to stop being afraid and walk my path myself.
...Even if it's easier said than done.
[Friends and Acquaintances]
I'm sure some of you have seen these filters already, but...please let me know you're all right.
[...]
Yes, even you Sherlock.
[ITS WHY HE PUT ACQUAINTANCES DANGIT ]
[/Filters]
[That stuff done, Allen finds himself at a bit of a loss what to do with himself now. James had barred him from the clinic for the next few days on account of rest- but every time he tried to relax? The thoughts would keep coming back of those days. He tried to sleep, but once the catch up sleep from sheer exhaustion was over his dreams had no solace left to give. It'd just bring him back to that ship, to other situations in the past that were similar, and sometimes all intertwined.]
[So he does what he tends to do when he's stuck with problems not easily solved: he walks. his direction this time is towards the woods. It's hard to say if it was his intended destination or it just happened, but he winds up at Alexstrasza's tree. A large tree that seems to fill the air around it with feelings of serenity and peace, he walks up to it before relaxing against the trunk of the tree, staying for a spell. Timcanpy sits on his lap, and a large claymore lays nearby within arm's reach]
[What? He just got off a murdership, do you expect him to be completely unarmed?]