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[guidingcall]

It's a relatively slow day at The Black Order, as most days are. By now Johnny's reached a sort of sense of zen about it. Sure, there's no customers, but it does mean plenty of free time to work on other things. Today's project of choice is patching up a particularly well-loved shirt. Nothing too fancy, but enough to keep him occupied until he hears the jingle of the door opening.

"Hello! Welcome to the Black Order. How may I-" He starts to say as he takes a moment to get to a stopping point before looking up. Then he looks up and his brain short circuits.

"A-Allen?!"

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[anghexescu]

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"Your...arm?" Klaus slows his pace down to look at Allen with a surprised look. How did that work? Was it painful? Allen just casually mentioned that his arm could turn into a sword. NOT just a sword, but also a gun as well?

"And it's not uncomfortable?" He decides to ask, "or is it like having wings." He muses to himself out loud. Now, that was uncomfortable. Painful sometime depending on how many came out. Luckily, he had gotten used to the pain.

[isolaradiale]

okay, second time's the charm! the limitations of allen's enhanced physical prowess has been elaborated on. his app can be found via /app in the link or through the sidebar menu!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Allen!

You will be housed in HOUSE 108.

You will retain the ability to use your Innocence up to five times daily for five minutes per use, however it will only allow you to retain enough enhanced strength to barely lift a car when activated.

– mod pleiades.

[miraclescrest]

"...M...aybe. Or they could be quesadillas."

"If anything, aren't they more like burritos?"

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[flamesire]

Well, not he realizes how ridiculous this looks after having been caught in the act. There's a long pause as he thinks about how to answer, or if he even should until finally, he clears his throat. "...Something like that, I suppose." He manages a little bit of an awkward laugh, clearly he's not used to being in situations like this.

"You may not believe this, but usually magic happens after I snap my fingers. Fire magic, to be specific...but--" Okay, enough of this. "You don't believe me, do you?"

Allen has no idea what the guy is trying to do. It's curiosity that makes him stay around long enough to watch. It is kinda funny, honestly. Though he's mindful enough not to actually laugh. (His golem's another matter entirely, with the strange cackling sound the golden creature is making. He makes a point not to acknowledge it.)

"Are you... Trying to warm your hands up, mister?" The teen ventures after a moment, a polite smile on his face.

[thenameoftheflame]

"Right?! Not to mention the whole "choose your guardian" and animal transformation crud. I was halfway to being a goddamn bird by the time it all wound down! Whatever scuzzballs made that happen need to learn I look best in leather, not feathers."

"Definitely agreeing with you there, miss. That was one awfully long snowstorm!"

[isolaradiale]

y'know what? we ball. this is kal sliding into the inbox again asking to reserve JASON TODD from DC, if i may! primary ooc contact is through my other tumblr blogs (ghostbxsted, retracedwill, deadmandraw, enfantdelumiere)!

Hey there! Unfortunately we require OOC contact to be sent with a new application or reserve, even if you already have a character accepted in the group. This is so that we can make sure we have your current OOC contact on hand in case it has changed.

Feel free to resend your reserve along with that contact either in the message or in a separate ask!

– the island stars

[galgenwerk]

   there's a mannequin head being presented to her like it's on a silver platter, and garry stares at it for a good, long second before she eventually receives it. something about the dent in its head gets her to calm down, which is something she'll have to investigate later.

   for now, she has some complaining to do.

   ' you won't get me again, ' she grumbles, not really to herself but to the mannequin head in her hands. ' we're not in the gallery. you're stuck wherever i put you. '

   and with that, her (still trembling) hands promptly plop it down on top of the headless mannequin ... and give it a proper punch to connect the two. garry leans in a bit too far, as if making eye contact, but she's really just making sure it's not bleeding out of its eyes all of a sudden ... and then she remembers that there's still somebody next to her. looking at her.

   ' sorry. ' her expression remains sour and she wrings her hands, hoping to get them to still. ' uh. bad experiences with those things. ' a pause, before she adds: ' did you call me ma'am? '

Allen does wonder what it was that seems to have frightened her so much. They're just mannequins. It'd be rude to press, though, so he doesn't. He chuckles softly to try and lighten the mood, as they get the mannequin back on its feet.

He's easily doing most of the actual lifting, the main issue is just... well, putting the head back on. He's short, the mannequin evidently isn't, and Timcanpy can't be trusted to carry objects in its mouth. (It will definitely eat them.) He holds it out to Garry, the mannequin's poor decapitated and now slightly dented head, once they're both certain it's not going to topple over again on them. "Ma'am, do you think you could put its head on right? Since you're taller?"

[deadmandraw]

DEADMANDRAW | Allen Walker of D. Gray-man

Affiliated with Isola Radiale, written by Kal.

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Innocence: Also referred to as "Anti-Akuma Weapon"when invoked by an accommodator, and as the "Crystal(s) of God". A mysterious, and semi-sentient, material that functions as the anti-thesis to Dark Matter. Innocence is the only thing that can purify Akuma and harm Noah, and Dark Matter is the only thing that can destroy Innocence. The Black Order uses Innocence to power their crusade against the Millennium Earl.

Parasitic Type: A rare form of Innocence, which takes the form of a body part (such as a limb) and infuses itself with the user's body. Exorcists with this type of Innocence typically have much higher Synchronization rates, due to the closer bond between the Innocence and the user, at the cost of great strain on the user's body. Parasitic Type users have an extremely high metabolism and shortened lifespan in exchange for the healing factor and limited tolerance to the Akuma virus it offers.

Crowned Clown: Allen's Innocence, classified as a Parasitic Type which dwells in his left arm. It has been shown to exhibit more autonomy than is typical of Innocence, often acting on its own accord to carry out the mission of destroying Dark Matter or protecting Allen if he happens to be incapacitated.

The Black Order: A religious, militant organization that works to protect humanity from the destruction of the Millennium Earl and his army of Akuma. Their chosen soldiers of God are called Exorcists, people who have been chosen by Innocence to become Anti-Akuma weapons.

Exorcist: Also known as Accommodators or The Apostles of God. Innocence can only be wielded by certain humans. Once an Accommodator has joined the Black Order, they are given the official title of "Exorcist", a rank within the Order below the Generals, the Chief Officer and the Great Generals in that order. As Exorcists train with their Innocence, their synchronization rate - a measure of their connectivity to their Innocence - increases. This powers their attacks, and allows them to use new abilities while invoked or while their Innocence is active. A lower synchronization rate indicates an Exorcist's inability to properly bond with their Innocence, which can be dangerous for them. When an Exorcist reaches and exceeds the 100% synchronization rate limit, they reach the Critical Point. When an Exorcist's synchronization rate drops to below ten percent, it becomes too dangerous for them to continue wielding their Innocence, and if it drops to zero - or below zero - the person in question could become a Fallen One. This also occurs if a non-Accommodator attempts to force a synchronization.

The 14th Noah: Nea D. Campbell is the disowned traitor of the Noah family; also known as the 14th, the Musician, and the Pianist. The younger twin brother of Mana Walker and the adoptive uncle of Allen — who is also currently the host of his Memory, as a result of circumstances yet to be explained in the story. His motives are still unclear to many at the current point of the story, but he's sworn to exact revenge upon the Millennium Earl. It's implied that he's become aware of a third side to the war between the Noah and the Black Order. Despite the fact that he will eventually consume Allen's body and be reborn, during their private interactions he seems to harbor no ill-will towards him, and often acts uncharacteristically gentle with him.

[refulgences]

"I think he will, I'm just nervous to say it for the first time. It'll be much more different than what we're both used to." The thumbs help absolutely helps, though.

"Well... is there anything stopping you from starting now?"

He offers her a small smile and an encouraging thumbs up. "I think you should just go for it, if you think he'll take it well."

[plantfell]

Even though he knows that the young man is not a plant. It's hard not to feel something about the way the tendrils move and the feeling of it brushing against him. Not a plant, but something alive and beyond human. Knives can tell that much. It's almost tempting to try reaching out to it like he can with his sisters, but he at least has the presence of mind to know that has more chances of going horribly wrong than it does being worthwhile.

"Do you have a history of blacking out in strange places, or is this a new development?" Knives asks, with all of the bedside manner of a rock. It's clear he's annoyed, despite the situation being entirely avoidable by accepting the young man's request for him to leave.

"Mm… Let me clarify, actually. Did you experience blackouts prior to arriving in this city?"

Well. It's not like he's in any condition to struggle against someone so insistent. Allen can't help but resign himself to this situation. At least the man isn't trying to kill him or something. Small mercies. The bar is absolutely on the ground. It probably always has been, now that he thinks about it. He doesn't want to think about it.

The feathery tendrils sprouting from his arm seem to almost reach towards Knives instead of the heavens, when he gets closer. They brush against him, and for a brief moment there's a flicker of -- something, from it. The suggestion of a separate being, of the arm's own sentience; it expresses the impression of something equal parts desperation, protectiveness, confusion, and fear.

"Ugh," is all Allen can say at first. The taste of black blood still heavy on his tongue. He truly doesn't have the strength to protest much further. He's a bit heavier than his slight frame would suggest, though; all wiry, compact muscle and the mass of whatever his left arm actually is. He can't bring himself to quite look at the man directly, as he goes to pick him up. It takes him a beat to process he's being asked another question.

"I... don't know. I just... woke up here?"

[cladinivcry]

"I know that's right." They laugh with. With how much time they had on their hands now being in such a place like this, the only way to stay entertained was to keep busy. Though, here, they also found someone to keep them entertained and amused. Marcille was amazing.

"The feelin's mutual, kid!" They say with a friendly smile. "I help Corvus here and there, but I haven't been helping Lionheart long. Crazy, huh? I met Corvus outside of Lionheart and she was in a pickle. That's how we met." And naturally, meeting Corvus and helping her out only ended up with them helping Lionheart overall out whenever.

"Yes, I do like to keep busy. Might as well make the most of my time, you know?" He laughs, glancing over briefly while he works. "Oh! Yes, that must've been where I've seen you. It's nice to meet you, Indigo. I'm Allen. You've been at Lionheart long?"

[flowercast]

"Unless you'd like to faint and give me the burden of seeing you to safety, I suggest you remove your coat for now. As uninvolved as I am, it wouldn't please me to see that happen..." It's unlike Merlin to chide someone, but she can't help but feel compelled when it came to the younger folk.

"I take it you've never seen a skyscraper? They can be daunting, but a marvel all the same. Each ward has its own atmosphere, Fibonacci being the most unnerving for those who come from specific places in time."

Now, perhaps under different circumstances he would've questioned the magically appearing bottle of water. But he's not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Gladly, he accepts the offered drink, dipping his head in thanks.

"Oh... uhm, thank you, miss. I suppose I am a bit lost." And probably suffering from heatstroke. He should, perhaps, take off his coat. But the weight of the fabric was such a familiar comfort... "The buildings here are just so... tall."

[sickhackbassist]

"Mmm? Me? I'm super fine! Not a thing to be worried about at all."

While many might not believe that to be the truth this was an everyday occurrence for Kikuri. Much to the dismay of the residents both here and back in Japan. Yet she could function surprisingly enough, making many wonder if she just did it on purpose.

"Ah you aren't someone I know. Or...I didn't forget that we were going to meet up today right?"

THREAD 01 || @sickhackbassist

"Hello, are you alright?" Allen asks, as he approaches the stranger. He's not quite sure what they were doing...

Ah. He recognizes that stench. This person was drunk. He's half tempted to turn on his heel and walk away, but that wouldn't be the right thing to do.

[baddestdangerboy]

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First they were transported to the… Space station because the Earth wasn’t safe. And now the space station was also unsafe. Figures. Why isn’t he surprised by this turn of events?

At least he has a clear objective: climate the invading monsters. Apparently some were coming from the moon? He doesn’t really understand it. The fact they were in space was above him, really. But fighting for the lives of others was something he was well acquainted with at least.

The thrum of adrenaline. The feeling of Crowned Clown’s claws tearing through an opponent. For the first time in weeks it felt like he was finally able to breathe again. None of the opponents were Akuma — they were all something else. As deadly as they were strange.

He rounds a corner, flipping and twisting his way through a hoard. Six, then five, then four, then three, then two— There was someone else fighting. It looked like one was about to catch him from a blind spot. Half a beat. Crowned Clown reaches—

BAM!

Allen’s left arm stretches across the distance accordingly, slamming into the creature and pinning it down. It screeches as it struggles. Allen picks it up and slams it down hard. It stops struggling.

Just the sound of their breathing, now. Allen offers an awkward little smile and a wave. “You alright? There’s certainly a lot of these. Crawling all over the place.”

Badou's seen a lot of crap both at home, and the other place, and here-- a lot of moments he's fighting for his life. He's used to it. He thinks he's used to it.

He's never gotten used to it.

He's still got a smoking gun in hand, and he's breathing hard, covered in sweat, and blood, and some bite marks too.

"What the fuck..." he huffs, and once he realizes the danger has passed for the moment, the redhead sighs. "I'm good. This is just...a lot of shit."

He finally has another moment to look at Allen.

"That looks pretty handy."