Of Mice and Moyashi {Open}

[Allen Walker]

There it was. The shadow that continued to plague him. The dark being that had plagued him for the past who-knows how many months. It was true that he’d grown somewhat used to it, but could he ever really grow completely used to that devilishly smiling figure that looked at him from behind his own reflection? He looked over his shoulder to make sure that the figure of the 14th wasn’t actually behind him. He sighed in relief when it turned out that he was just being somewhat paranoid. But was it really paranoia? Could it be that there was actually a soul standing right behind him? The thought sent shivers up his spine as he turned away from the mirror. No, it was probably all in his head. After all, that was where the 14th’s memories were implanted...

Allen shook his head, trying to clear the constantly looming thought from his mind. The figure was reminder enough of supposedly what was to come. He needn’t be brooding over it as well. ...But that was really hard when one couldn’t look at one’s own reflection without having to see what one was to become on top of everything. He’d made a vow to fight to keep himself who he was until the very last moment. Yet each day he could feel his own self, who he knew he was, slipping away out of reach. It was gradual. It was slow. But it was happening. How could he keep fighting if he couldn’t even hold onto what he had left? How could he continue protecting the akuma and the humans if he couldn’t even protect what was left of his personality?

"Arrgh!" The bean sprout grasped the back of his head. Kanda was rubbing off on him, honestly! This wasn’t like him, to be this broody! Yet here he was, skulking around his room like that straight-cut fringe! He was probably just hungry. It was morning, and he had yet to eat his 50 courses of Jerry’s cooking. Yeah, that was it, he was hungry. Once he got eating and talking to his comrades, he’d be okay. Lavi always cheered him up and Lenalee was always there to smack the sense back into him. Crory would probably be awake enough to either slap him out of this state of mind, if Lenalee wasn’t able to and Miranda...well, Miranda was Miranda. She had enough of her own problems to deal with, without having to deal with his brooding as well. She appeared to be getting better self esteem-wise, but there was the constant possibility of her slipping back into her former state of mind.

After putting on his uniform, Allen headed out into the hallway of the ancient cathedral. As he treaded down the corridor, he began to focus on other things, such as what the next mission would be, where they would be sent, and how he could show-up Kanda. As he continued thinking, his earlier thoughts left his mind completely. Or so he would have liked to have thought. They never completely left. They were always tugging at him from the very furthest corners of his mind. Somewhere in one of those corners, the shadowy figure of the 14th Noah smiled at his to-be host’s futile attempts to retain who he was. The naïve boy would fall sooner or later. It was inevitable.

[Hadoland Daimon]

The past few days had gone by slow, with each passing day he seamed to have been growing faster and stronger. Maybe his own progress was to much for his body to handle, but that would be a matter for another day. He kicked out of his bed and onto his feat, the white linen from his socks clashing with the brown of the polished wooden floor. A short stretch and he put on his cloak and sauntered out the door. A short pause was taken to observe the scenery, a large circular area with doors seemingly endlessly going on. The footsteps of all the finders, mingled in with an occasional exorcist rang through his hair colored ears, but one seemed oddly close, and for a change, Hadoland wanted to have a nice chat.

The figure was instantly recognized to be the famous Allen Walker, someone who might actually prove entertaining to hold a conversation with. "Hey, over here"! Shouted the seventeen year old towards the white haired exorcist. His cold gaze remained planted on the back of the other exorcists head, hopefully he would answer his call.

[Allen Walker]

((OOC: Don't forget to color your speech, Hado!))

"Hey, over here!"

For a moment, Allen hadn't realized that he had been called. He was focusing on getting to the dining hall as quickly as possible. His stomach was starting to yell at him. It wasn't very pleasant, especially given just how cranky his stomach had a tendency to be, especially in the mornings. But...it was rude to ignore someone if they wanted to talk, even if his stomach was going into Kanda-mode. Sighing, the white-haired exorcist stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder to look into the eyes of one of the other exorcists. A mixture of feelings washed over the bean sprout as he saw who it was.

It was Hadoland. He was as bad as Kanda was when it came to people. Well, at least he didn't start picking on him. In fact, it appeared to Allen that he was more of a recluse than anything else. Oh well, it probably wasn't his fault, now was it? Of course, he hardly knew the guy. Come to think of it, he hardly knew most of the other exorcists. Upon these thoughts, the gray-eyed 15 year old fully turned around and waved, grinning widely as his fellow companion. After a brief period of time spent waving, he walked against the upstream flow of the people moving through the hallway.

This proved to be somewhat difficult, as he ended up tripping over someone's foot. (Or maybe it was his own, he couldn't really tell.) "Ack!" He complained as someone stepped on his back. He couldn't tell who it was, but the chances of it being Kanda were pretty high. Mmph... It took some effort, but he was eventually able to worm his way out of the way of the feet and over to Hadoland. "Ehehe, sorry about that," he said, rubbing the back of his head and grinning sheepishly. "Did you need anything?"

[Hadoland Daimon]

Through midnight blue eyes he stared at the white haired exorcist as he got trampled by quite a few people. Then he saw someone fairly familiar step on Allen, Yu Kanda, with that, Hadoland almost burst out in laughter, but, amazingly he held it in. Walking slowly over to the famous general exorcist he held out his hand in an attempt to help him to his feat. At that moment though, his stomach let out a large growl and he added to Allen, "Hey, lets get something to eat". With that, he removed all emotion from his features, shoved both of his hands into his pockets and walked towards the mess hall.


OOC: MY GAWD THAT WAS TERRIBLE WTF IS UP WITH MY RP!!!!!!!! I am in total writers block.... Give me a few posts.. sometimes it takes a few to get me jumpstarted

[Allen Walker]

((xD I think the main problem is that neither of the characters really have any mini "goals" to accomplish. There needs to be some sort of "shared" muse.))

With a hearty laugh, the white haired exorcist took the offered hand. And here he'd thought this guy was just another Kanda clone... Well, he still may be, but at least he didn't think it was all that hilarious to go mashing him into the ground. That hurt...a lot. It hurt even more when the ground was stone. Thank goodness this one wasn't. Truly. Some people had issues. Oh well. He couldn't change the world in a day - he couldn't change every person inside that world, either. Some people. Allen sighed and shook his head as he got to his feet.

"Hey, lets get something to eat."

"Ah, you read my mind," he commented as his fellow comrade pointed out his similar need for food. Breakfast was always the best and worst time of day. Jerry's food was always amazing, but in his opinion, it was the best in the mornings. (Probably because he'd just woken from eight plus hours of sleep and thus was starving. ) But at the same time, he was always in a certain amount of pain from the lack of food from the night before, and thus that affected his temper. What could he say? A parasitic-type needed more food than the average, run-o'-the-mill person. It wasn't his fault that he had Innocence that just so happened to like food as much as he.

Sighing, Allen put his hands behind his head and walked somewhat behind Hadoland, observing him. He knew that he didn't know every exorcist as well as, say, he probably should, but this one was somewhat intriguing. He couldn't quite place his finger on why he just knew that such was the case. What was his past like? Where did he come from? What were his abilities? It was all fairly mysterious. Oh well, he wasn't going to pry if prying wasn't welcome. He knew how he reacted when everyone and then some knew every detail about his past. It was irritating... And what would happen if people knew about what he was going to have to deal with now? Well, first of all, none of the higher-ups would be happy. In fact, heads would likely roll. But to have everyone skulking about, afraid to make him mad, lest they be the one he kills? That would be awful in the greatest sense of the word.