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[save_the_souls]

Who: Allen Walker
Broadcast: Text
Action: Iskaulit Gym
When: 2/6, late at night

[Well Allen's sure in a piss-poor mood tonight, if his late night texts have anything to say about it. Usually he's good at not letting departures get too under his skin. But losing a friend and someone from home in one go? Is a bit much.]

Kanda's gone. I'm sorry if you met him.

[Does that mean he's sorry that Kanda's gone from your life, or just a general apology for ever meeting the guy in the first place? Who knows.]

Also sorry to ask, but does anyone have anything that'd work on fixing tears on a punching bag?

[.......He a little got mad ok.]

Comments

voice;

[helmsplitter]

[Sorry, he is absolutely horrid at texting.]

Sorry to hear your friend's gone.

But how big're the tears?

voice;

[save_the_souls]

[It's alright, he can switch to voice]

Thanks.

Width of a blade, about five of them?

voice;

[helmsplitter]

So you stabbed it five times?

[That's some anger management there.]

If the stuff hasn't fallen out, you can probably sew it back together and patch it with tape. I used to have other swords who'd punch my bag hard enough to break it when we were still learning how to use your bodies, so I can do it for you.

Re: voice;

[save_the_souls]

No! Just...one time with five claws!

[That's reassuring, right?]

Really? You wouldn't mind? I admit I'm not really a good sewer... [honestly his attempts would probably end in more holes somehow]

Text

[sonofgold]

I could fix it with alchemy.

Text

[save_the_souls]

You can? That'd be helpful. [No evidence, yeah!!]

Text

[sonofgold]

when I was still armor I'd damage them sometimes. usually by accident. so I've had to do some quick repairs before

Text

[save_the_souls]

Oh right! I'd imagine you break a lot of things in that armour.

[nugqueen]

[Ouch. Someone was upset his friend was gone... poor guy. She'd probably be the same if Riona suddenly left.]

I could help, perhaps, if there is a needle and thread handly. How large are the punctures?

[save_the_souls]

They're about the width of a blade. About five of them.

[He may or may not have stabbed the bag with his claws]

[nugqueen]

I'll see what I can do. I am sorry your friend has left. I did not have the chance to introduce myself properly, but perhaps I should regret that. He is safe where you're from?

[If that's even where they go when they disappear.]

[save_the_souls]

Thank you.

[There's a slight pause as he hesitates, but...there's no point in lying is there?]

No, he's not.

voice

[monolike]

I've got space-grade duct tape. [he's very proud of that] I'm sorry your friend went home, Allen.

voice

[save_the_souls]

[He switches to voice for Sorey. Other than sounding down, his voice also sounds a bit different. A little older anyway]

Space-grade duct tape? That might work for a quick fix. [Whatever "space-grade" means]

...Thanks. [a pause] I'm sorry about Lailah. I saw she left too.

voice

[monolike]

[it means it was graded by space and got an a+ Allen keep up]

Ah...thanks. I can't say I'm glad, but a spaceship is no place for a seraph. So I'm happy for her.

voice

[save_the_souls]

[oh ok that makes sense]

Of course. And I'm sure you'll see her again soon.

Text;

[onlyanapple]

That's the grumpy one, right?

I suppose it's a good thing you stabbed a punching bag and not a wall or something.



You ok?

Text;

[save_the_souls]

Yes, the grumpy one.

[Not even surprised Crowley only vaguely remembers]

I'll be fine. Just...pissed off.

Text;

[onlyanapple]

[Kanda never entered Crowley's radar of important people, honestly. Not important enough anyway. Still, just because that's true for him doesn't mean it is for Allen. He wants to help, even if it's in his less-obvious way.]

Can't blame you on that one. It's a joke sometimes, this place.

Need anything? Other than a new punching bag, obviously.

text

[wolfehawke]

Ive got a needle and thread but you're going to have to restuff the thing with whatever's around

[Yes he knows how to sew. He's actually quite good at darning socks, of all things. Either way he'll offer the service to Allen. They may not know each other all that well, but Wolfe owes him and moreover he doesn't like to see good people upset.]

I can bring old rags from the bar
And liquor if requested

text

[save_the_souls]

I can't drink alcohol, but the rest sounds good! Thank you very much.

text > action

[wolfehawke]

Virgin drinks only
got it

[True to his word, Adalwolfe is there pretty promptly, likely because he was at work and not on his home ship, though that creates the mystery of why he has a needle and thread on him. Either way, he shows up with the aforementioned supplies and a couple bottles of water.]

Special delivery!

[He can totally combat frustrated helpless anger with boundless optimism, right?]

[voice]

[passingthrough]

[Text just feels too impersonal even if that was maybe what Allen was going for. It never got to the point of catching on in her world and the prison didn't have it, and it's not something she's particularly tried to adapt to in the fleet. She likes having the vocal inflections and microexpressions to read in a conversation. She does still go voice instead of trying to get him on screen though.]

I'm so sorry, Allen.

[voice]

[save_the_souls]

[There's a pause. The reason he did text was exactly to keep it impersonal. To keep it businesslike. Allen was guarded with his emotions, especially complex ones. And the feelings around Kanda were extremely complex.

He'll finally speak though. When he does, his voice sounds a little off- older, actually]

Thank you. Hopefully he's safe where he is.

[voice]

[passingthrough]

I hope so. I'm all in favor of your world being as safe as possible. Is there anything I can do for you? Send over some food?