deadmandraw

[deadmandraw]

As a little heads up I'm going to be busy packing and moving into a new apartment by the end of this week! So replies will probably be sparse, especially since I'll be mobile bound for awhile. :) feel free to still talk to me OOC though through discord (matsing) or tumblr IM!

I'll be reblogging this notice on my other blogs when I get the chance.

[deadmandraw]

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

"Thank whoever the weather's better now. The miserable cold's not as fun to hang around in when I can't turn up the heat."

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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.

Sure, the cold climbs were harsh but thankfully he had a way to combat them. As he attempts to conjure a small ball of fire into the palm of his hand, it's to his dismay that nothing sparks, nor does it seem like anything will.

"...Well this could prove to be...problematic." Not to mention he must look silly, snapping his fingers and clapping his hands in an attempt to make the magic work.

[deadmandraw]

Y'know what? Fuck it. Tossing Allen into the event also!

Surprising no one, his guardian is going to be an arctic fox. Allen's actually a pretty decent survivalist, so he's probably going to focus on making sure others can take care of themselves. Or focus on taking care of them instead of himself. It can go either way with him, really.

This post is also an rp ad for the event! Tentatively capped at 3. I'll be sliding into DM's for plotting purposes for anyone interested!

[deadmandraw]

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?"

after garry slowly peels herself from her flight and fight position, standing like a normal person once more, she stares at the now headless mannequin. this is almost funny, really, that she's managed to recreate two of the exhibits in the haunted gallery with one kick. all that's missing is that either of them start moving when her and the unfortunate passerby aren't looking.

   ... and his little monster! garry clocks its placement, now hovering slightly behind the guy. at least it didn't try to eat her or something. she deals with that fear plenty, working at the splatcast since recently. ' ... okay, ' comes eventually, realizing that she's left a somewhat awkward gap between his question and her reply. ' we can ... move it together. easy-peasy. done that plenty of times. '

   she's not scared, thank you. her hands do tremble a bit as she moves to pick it up with him, though.

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Terrible bedside manners are, somehow, more comforting than the softness of more practiced concern. Wow. Wonder what that says about him— that he actually prefers coldness over warmth right now? Someone chokes on a laugh, at the thought. He's not sure if it was him or the other guy or the one behind his churning gut and piercing headache. It was probably him.

"I... guess you can say they've been getting worse, as of late."

He closes his eyes for a moment. If only the very act of existing didn't hurt so much. "First time I've woken up somewhere different, though, I ought to say."

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?"

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Timcanpy would laugh, if it was capable of such a thing. It's much too fast to be bothered by Garry's blind swats. It does, however, quickly return to its ward after having enough of her screeching.

Allen, at least, keeps any judgement off his face. He picks up the head, examining it for any damage, then comes closer to look at the rest of the mannequin. "Erm... I think it's alright? Just needs to be put back together," The boy shrugs, tucking the head under one arm before looking up at her. "Here, I'll help you pick it up? Then we can put humpty dumpty here back together again, and it'll be like it never happened."

the small screech she'd let out upon accidentally walking into one of the display mannequins of a nearby shop is extended into a much longer screech when suddenly, a little magical creature is circling around her head. thankfully, garry's coordination is terrible at best, so her attempt at slapping it out of the air remains unsuccessful.

   doesn't help that she had her eyes closed when she tried. squinting at wherever the voice is coming from, she remains in her weird position of being halfway ready to fight, halfway ready to run.

   ' ... huh? '

   looking at the mannequin head at his boot, garry shivers and takes a moment for herself, before her head drifts to the logo of the shop. ah, just a mannequin to display clothing ...

   ' obviously not. that scared the bejesus out of me ... oooh, they're gonna be mad. i kicked it so hard— is it dented? c-can you look? '

[deadmandraw]

Clothes shopping wasn't supposed to be an exciting endeavor. It was exhausting, if anything, even if all it involved was looking for clothes that fit him and could handle a bit of getting roughed up before falling apart...

Next thing he new, he rounds a corner to someone shouting and kicking over one of the display mannequins. He stares dumbly as its head pops off and rolls towards him, stopped by his boot.

His golem, Timcanpy, leaves its perch on Allen's shoulder to investigate ahead of him. It flies around Garry in curious circles.

"Uhm... is everything alright?"

@galgenwerk

[deadmandraw]

"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?"

"Teamwork makes the dream work." They say with a friendly smile. "Sure thing!" and on to the next window they start working on. As they're beginning to start on the window, they glance over at Allen with another smile.

"You probably have. it's hard to miss someone like me." With all the piercings and tattoos at least. Indigo got around Spirale with their choices in small jobs here and there as well. "Indigo. You, uh, do a little bit everywhere don't you? I remember seeing you at Lionheart."

[deadmandraw]

okay, putting out a new starter/plotting call for allen! trying to get those creative juices flowing again for him with something fresh.

tentatively capping at 4!

[deadmandraw]

I simply must draw this lad more often.

[deadmandraw]

"Oh! Well, good, now this place can be patched up even faster!" He'd nod, but he's still hanging upside down from the tree instead of using a ladder like a normal person. There's an aborted movement there, because it's hard to do so while upside down, actually.

"I'm almost done with this window I think— could you get started on the one next to me maybe?" He points to the window a little further down the same wall. "I placed the replacement on the ground near it, see."

A pause.

"Oh! Have I seen you before? I'm Allen, by the way."

OH, hey. Indigo has seen many people. With the odd jobs THEY do, they met so many. Can't say they know everyone in Spirale, but it's quite a lot. This kid is one of them. Never did they talk, but Indigo has seen him in the other stores ran by owners.

Keeps busy huh?

"Sure am!" Indigo says with a smile, "Heard this house needed some TLC." They have all the tools they need.

"Y'need a hand with any of that stuff?"

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@dreamstheory

Now, Allen was used to waking up in unfamiliar places at this point — but this really had to take the cake. Spirale was a massive, sprawling city full of bits and pieces that seemingly belonged to other worlds. He was used to turning a corner and finding the scenery abruptly turned into something different than the block behind him.

But something about this place felt like it did not belong in Spirale, somehow. It seemed like... A restaurant of some sort? Like one of the more 'modern' establishments he's seen in the city. He ignores the way something inside him twists with painful familiarity at anything that's remotely 'modern' in appearance.

Pointedly looking away from the face looking back at him from the windows and glass doors, he focuses his attention on the shadows clinging to further inside the restaurant. The shadows didn't bother him. He could see perfectly fine with his left eye.

"Hello?" He calls out, taking a tentative step forward. "Is anyone here? I think I'm a bit lost..." Also hungry, but the restaurant seemed like it was closed, so.

[deadmandraw]

// wanting to do event stuff with Allen but like... do we really want akuma in isola? no. no we don't. so hmMmm... (considers)

[deadmandraw]

"I... What? I'm so confused. That was satire?"

[deadmandraw]

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

"Pizza rolls are ravioli. Discuss."

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@cladinivcry

Allen's used to meeting all sorts of people, working all the odd jobs he does. People come in such interesting and various shapes and sizes. It's possibly his favorite thing about doing odd jobs like this. He's met such a wide cast of people over the years.

Which is why he doesn't bat an eye, most days, when someone new shows up at a job. The sheer amount of body art and piercings is actually a little fascinating to look at. Pretty.

The boy has been hanging upside down from a tree limb to nail in some boards on a house that's been needing repairs for the past... he's not sure actually. But he's used to performing such stunts, so the blood that's been rushing to his head is easy enough to shrug off. It takes him a moment to notice Amal, focused on his work as he was, but he eventually does.

"Oh! Hello! Are you here to help?"