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Twelfth ♠ Anonymous Text

Who: Allen Walker (anonymous)
Broadcast: Text, Anonymous
Action: Nope.
When: Today

[Things have been going well for Allen the past month. Very well. And while that was certainly a good thing, he couldn't shake the anxiety that it meant something was about to go horribly wrong. Because you know, because it usually did for him. ]

[So he here was, trying to at least put a few of his fears at rest- especially after this latest round of augment malfunctions. Just what if the next round of malfunctions were less benevolent in nature? In truth - he didn't really expect any good answers. There almost never was when he sought out help. Still, there was always a chance. And at least he'd feel like he was doing something]

[The text post that is put up is anonymous, purposefully typed out not to sound like his own wording.]

i have a question.

is there anyone here who knows about stopping or containing demons or things like them? specifically possessions.

thanks.

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I've got a few tricks. I can probably get a sense of its connection to you, and whether or not there's really anything I can do. Seems the sensible place to start.

Alright, that sounds sensible to me.

[He then encrypts this line, and changes it to video. It's definitely Allen Walker, and it looks like he's sitting his bedroom that is permanently decorated like it's Halloween Town]

Thank you, Robin.

[...and he switches his side to video, to match. this obviously wasn't the twist he was expecting. he regards Allen quietly through the feed for... a moment longer than is really comfortable, fingers up by his mouth while he thinks.]

...Yeah. [as if deciding something.] You're welcome. When do you want to start?

[People not expecting that twist seems to be a reoccurring theme today. Allen...thinks it's a good thing? Apparently he doesn't give off demonic vibes or anything, so that's cool. He can be okay with that]

[Though unlike Riku, he doesn't bother to address the surprise to Robin. Especially after that look he gave him. Ugh, that reminded him of Cross a little. The quiet observation followed by the decision that never gets fully shown. Gah]

...Whenever you're available, I suppose. I don't have much in the way of work currently.

Me neither. Got a preference as to where?

[he cracks a smile. he's going to steamroll right past any subtle strangeness and focus on the oddity of the actual, present situation.]

I'd offer my ship, but I've got a brat of a crewmate who sometimes passes through solid matter... And I'm sure you'd rather keep this quiet.

[he makes a slight face at that]

Better make it my ship then. At least my crew know about it already.

[Maybe not the family soap opera bit but...whatever. ]

Oh, good. That'll make things easier.

[something about all this makes him grin, suddenly.]

Since it's you and me, I'll reiterate--I'm not sure that I can solve the problem, but anything I can do to help evict your shitty tenant would be my pleasure.

[Yeah this guy seems...very jovial about this. What gives. But he politely smiles because oh yeah lets not looked a gift horse in the mouth. ~~Especially when god knows where that mouth has been~~]

Ah, well, even if you're not sure- I appreciate any attempt to help out!

[he's certainly something. manic, maybe. he gives the screen a short wave.]

If you could cover up any reflective surfaces in the room, that'd be a help.

Huh?

I can do that, but...why?

Nothing, hopefully! But mirrors are a common anchor for stray spirits, and I'd rather not take any chances in case my world's way of working just happens to transfer over.

I see...

[He hasn't heard that before, but you know considering what he sees in reflective surfaces thanks to the Noah, he's really not gonna argue taking that precaution]

I'll make sure to cover the mirrors. Any other preparations?

Nah. This won't be a flashy show.

I'll be over in... Something like an hour.

[He gives a nod]

Alright. Message me when you get here.

And, um...thank you.

Hey, the dead have no business ruining the living. [a soft sound, almost a laugh.] The living have it hard enough as it is, right?

[He makes a soft noise that may be a laugh, albeit a humorless one]

I can't disagree with that.

Then I'll see you soon.

[and he turns off the feed! give him about an hour, like he said, to put some thought into the task ahead and Shuttle on over...]

[Allen had spent the hour getting his room ready by covering any reflective surface and trying hard not to get his hopes up. It's not hard. Five years of looking for a solution with nothing makes you pretty tempered at the idea that this venture will turn up fruitless. Still...there was always a chance]

[And sure, he told Robin to message him when he docked but the truth is as soon as Robin's shuttle is in range? His eye pings him of this guy's arrival. So, he's pretty quick to meet him up in the cargo bay as he gets off his shuttle, giving a polite smile as he does so]

Hey Robin. Thanks for coming by so quickly.

[And Robin leaves his shuttle with a strange little smile of his own, glancing briefly around the Blue Fish's interior before nodding back in greeting. This is not what he thought he would be doing today... But that doesn't make him any less sympathetic about things.]

Yeah, sure. Figured you've already been waiting a long time.

[Aw that's sweet Robin. It has been a long time for him, years and years. But...he's not sure about admitting to that, as he rather not get his hopes up that this will change anything, so he'll smile and make light of it]

Ah, yes well- at least I've had time for plenty of movie marathons while waiting.

[And then he starts walking towards the door that leads to the quarters area of the ship]

Come on. We should do this in my quarters, you're less likely to get interrupted there.

Absolutely. Lead the way...

[as if he wasn't doing that already. he follows Allen without a problem, still looking curiously around at whatever signs of living are different here than on his own ship. if he's nervous or worried about what they're about to do, he's sure not showing it.]

You know, it's funny... You've been here since the beginning of things, right? But we've never really had a meaningful conversation before this. I had my first proper conversation with Crowley a couple of weeks ago as well. You'd think we'd be in better touch, being the "originals" and all.

[Yeah, they would be more in touch if he hadn't heard that you owned a slave, Robin. But Robin is helping him out right now, and it's help he really needs so he he uses all his restraint to prevent himself from giving the guy a flat look.]

...Right. It is rather strange we're all not more in touch, now you mentioned it. I never thought about it.

[MOVING ON; He points to the hatch that's near to the turn off for the kitchen]

That's my room right there.

[you're a strong person, Allen. he kind of forgets that people remember anything about him, sometimes. out of sight, out of mind. Robin's only got a shrug to finish off the thought, since they're moving on...]

Fantastic. I'll follow you.

[Pragmatism rules over sass this day! But he heads over and pops open his hatch, sliding down the ladder into his room like he's done it a million times before.]

[The quarters themselves looks, well, it looks like it got decorated by the residents of Halloween Town, honestly. Halloween colored lights, skull images- a lot of the stuff looks to be from that very first planet they visited. Though there's other odds and ends thrown in- medical books stacked up on the floor, various weapons picked up from Mor hanging on the wall and on any flat surface (including the floor), a small stereo sitting in the center of a visor on the nightstand, small fish tank with a number of glowing fish - and of course Timcanpy, relaxing on Allen's pillow. If Robin hadn't already known how long Allen's been here, how lived in his quarters looked should be enough to say.]

Will this do?

[he slides down the ladder just the same--and looks around Allen's room with the same curiosity with which he'd first looked at cargo bay. he'd seen all of this over the video feed, but up close he can recognize things and read book titles and what is that thing on the pillow.]

Oh, yeah. [he's just looking at Timcanpy, tilting his head a little... Robin is paying attention, right?] It's fine...

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