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&. HALLOWBONED 

    Sleep was an infrequent creature in Allen’s past, worry from possibly losing himself to Nea kept him wide awake until exhaustion forced his hand. Now, that is not something he deals with as often, so sleep is welcome and heavy. Allen, allowing himself hours to catch up on rest, sleeps near as peacefully as the dead, only the occasional frequent nightmare causing him to wake. He’s even grown used to the other’s living in the house with him, their occasional stirring whenever he deigns to sleep or nap now background noise though he hasn’t bothered to names or faces to them yet.

It seems, however, that something else is trying to disturb his sleep. Sudden tapping against his cheek and the smell of something delicious are enough to stir him into a half-wakefulness. Without fulling opening his eyes, Allen halfheartedly swats his hand around in the direction he believes the disturbance is coming from, and when his fingers grab hold of something, he pulls.

The fact that there isn’t as much give as he’d thought there’d be wake him enough to spot a familiar figure holding a fishing rod and hanging against his bedframe. Allen frowns, sleep ruffled and terribly confused as he sits up.

Spotting the pastry at the end of the string, he doesn’t hesitate to start eating that as he addresses the apprentice. “ Why do you even have that and who let you in my house? We have phones, Lavi; you could have called if you wanted to talk to me. ”  

Already having been precariously balanced the careless pull nearly caused a complete upheaval, only the quick, frantic fingers that grabbed at the headboard preventing it. He was quick to scramble down afterwards, heavy boots thumping upon the floorboards, unwilling to risk yet another scare. His poor heart was going to give out at this rate and the blame was easily laid upon everyone else’s shoulders, the apprentice unwilling to admit that it was through his own poorly thought out actions this morning.

With feet planted firmly upon the ground, now was the time to be properly offended by the dismissive greeting he’d received. Sure, he could’ve called, but where would the fun had been in that? It wasn’t nearly the same just talking to Allen, anyway.

"Man, are you always this grumpy in the morning? It’s almost like you don’t want to see me  –– I even brought you breakfast!” Noticeably, he refrained from offering an explanation for how he’d ferreted his way inside. It was much more beneficial to keep that knowledge a secret, just in case. “I was just trying to surprise my good friend Allen. But ..” He steps away and towards the nearby dresser, retrieving a box laden with a varied assortment of doughnuts. "If you prefer I’d called, I’ll just take these and leave.”

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&. HALLOWBONED

    Allen has been here for weeks, spirited away and deposited by something outside the Ark’s control, because it would never deposit him somewhere he has no recollection of. Yet, here he is – stuck and stagnant and loving and hating the city around him in equal measure. It is a sanctuary of a sort; respite from a war long fought and bled over, for once, Allen feels as though he can breathe and not worry if a flood of Akuma will be at his heels, causing destruction in their wake. It is a prison as well, keeping him trapped, and goals from being fully realized. Keep walking he had promised, but how can he when he can’t even find a way to leave one city? If he can’t even get his bearings in the world? Where is he? Even Allen doesn’t know the answer to that question.

That in and of itself is concerning given the fact that he’s the most wanted person by the Church on par with the Noah, perhaps, or maybe even more so given the fact that he’s an apostle turned heretic in their eyes. Apocryphos is a wolf snapping at his heels, more ruthless in its pursuit, deadlier and more unafraid to kill. Allen wonders,dreadswhat would happen once it realizes it can’t find him. How many more lives of those he holds dear will that corrupted Innocence take before it’s satisfied?

He left for a reason, ran for their safety, but what good will he be able to do if he’s unable to make sure that everyone else if safe. He hates Apocryphos but would rather have it in his sights and after him than anyone else. Allen is tired of leaving a trail of bodies wherever he goes.

Allen realizes, in this moment, that he wants a lot of things. An odd realization to come to in some alley he doesn’t even remember walking through. It’s been happening more than he would like – him getting lost in thought and getting literally lost somewhere in the city and having to ask someone for help. He’s tired and ready to leave, but before he can start to look for a way out, his gaze catches on a familiar flare of red, distinct even now.

He is careful, oddly tentative in his approach and hopeful in equal measure as he crouches down to become more eye level with the individual. “ Lavi? ” he starts, words a careful whisper and gently spoken. “ Lavi, is that you? ”

How long had it been since he’d heard a kind word? Been spoken to with a soft voice? Sometimes it feels like it’s been ages, like all there’s ever been is the vitriol of the Noah. A cacophony of violence that had done little to drown out his own screams, the silence had been even worse. When it was quiet his mind was far from it, and the thoughts were always far worse than anything that could’ve been done to him. They let the insecurities, the remorse, the resentment, the emotions, in, and feeling so much wasn’t something he’d ever get used to. 

He needed something to focus on, something to guide the way and keep the pieces together, but when was the last time he’d had that? How many days had he’d been nothing more than a battered hostage? Would he even find any evidence of what had taken place, scars hidden beneath the grungy, bloodstained fabric of his tattered uniform –– here came the uncertainty, the distrust in his own impeccable memory. He’d lived through the history and yet, burdened and weary and broken down, there was no stopping the self-doubt.

But oh  –– there was the light, so beautiful and warm, a blinding beacon shining in the darkness to guide him back home.

A shuddering breath rattled from between his teeth, fingers twisting the fabric of his pants. He was steeped in indecision, terrified that this was just some trick because Allen couldn’t just be there. But he couldn’t hold back the wellspring of hope surging in his chest, the telltale wetness of tears, the need for this to be more than just some new trick the Noah had come up with to keep up his endless cycle of suffering. He was too weak, too scared and lonely and desperate, that he was willing to take the chance and reach out for that anchoring presence.

" –– Allen ...” A choked whisper, it was almost a plea. Shaking fingers struggled to let go of himself but with enough effort managed to release in order to latch onto the material of the other man’s shirt, clenched almost as tightly as his teeth. He pulled Allen closer to his huddled form, close enough to rest his forehead against the firm muscle of the younger’s shoulder.  “.. Allen ... Tell me .. ” A trembling gasp spilled out, the warmth seeping into his fingertips so real, real, REAL.  “God.. Tell me it’s really you.”

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&. HALLOWBONED

Laxness was abandoned as his fingers reestablished a firm hold upon the shaft in hand, grip having slackened from an absence of haste. Hearing that sound again (so jarringly haunting, downright disturbing  – how did Allen put up with it!?) he was at attention again, back momentarily going ramrod straight as a chill crept up his spine. After a few, deep breaths he was able to find some semblance of composure again, body slouching forwards atop it’s bed frame perch, exasperated and disturbed in equal measures.

It was disheartening to admit, but there was no viable way to drag out the fun like he’d originally intended. A necessary sacrifice for the sake of his sanity; if he had to listen to that laugh one more time he was going to absolutely lose it. 

"Alleeeeeennn ~ ” The lure was lowered in steady increments, the alluring aroma of the sugary pastry (the perfect bait when fishing for gluttons) dangling from the end of the makeshift fishing rod wafting overhead. “Any time now would be great.” Almost urgently, the doughnut was slapped against the sleeping teenager’s cheeks when there’d been no discernible movement on his part. “Pleeeease wake up.”

It figures that this would be the one time Allen didn’t jump at the chance for food.

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Lavi: “I’m a bookman, whose duty is to record everything. And I’m so good that I wouldn’t miss even trivial changes.”

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i swear that i just had the biggest heart attack when i couldn’t remember my login and thought i’d been locked out of this account. it must be karma for neglecting poor lavi.

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&. THETRAVELERSJESTER

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It had been two weeks since she had left her room. She had hoped The Traveler was just not pleased with her being in this city, regardless of her lack of choice in the matter. The pranks, weren’t doing anything. Her journal entries. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She was going absolutely stir crazy in her room. And she was running out of paints.

As she made her way into the city, empty hearted, but trying her best. She looked around for anyone interesting. Her eyes locked on a bandanna-ed red haired guy with an eyepatch. She rushed him, skipping quickly and falling into time with him.

“Woah dude, you know you totally look like a pirate! So where’s your ship Mr. Pirate?”She’s teasing mostly but she leans in probably too close to someone she has never met or interacted with in her life, “I like your red hair, it looks like fire! My friend Caleb has red hair too but it’s not as bright, yours is almost like red paint!”

The upbeat energy that his newfound companion practically oozed was almost contagious and her enthusiasm while putting forth the perfectly innocent questions was just too charming. There was no denying that she was cute, it was actual fact. But what could be vehemently denied was the comparison to pirates  – actually, he couldn’t even deny that. He’d traveled firsthand with a group of them so he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the resemblance was just a little uncanny; willful ignorance had been such a wonderful thing.

Maybe he could distract her from bringing it back up.

"Oh, really? Huh. Kiiiinda suspicious if you ask me. Because, look. This right here?” The bandanna is tugged free and left to dangle loosely between lax fingers, the vibrant strands that fell out now able to be viewed unimpeded. A free digit tugs at a lock of it. “This is one hundred percent, genuine, natural red hair. If that buddy of yours doesn’t have this then he must be faking. Who knows what color hair he actually has underneath.” And wasn’t that a hypocritical joke for someone on their forty-ninth identity to make.

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“The time spent in the Order passed on. I soon came to a point where I didn’t know whether my smiling face was a lie or not.”  | ✩ Lavi Bookman ✩ | Black Order Exorcist | ﾍ(=￣∇￣)ﾉ ★ ↳ requested by my sweet Aidah! @psychohelmet​ (๑♡3♡๑) ♥

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&. ODDITYKING

       It was not the first time which she found herself to be the subject of another’s attention, nor would it come to be the last. Why, when under specific circumstances, she enjoyed watching the way in her allure drew others closer; very much like moths to a flame. It had always been thus for as long as her memory would allow her to recall— there was absolutely nothing about her which did not capture the human eye: the arch of her mouth and how it mocked in twisted mirth that curled at the right-hand corner to those who found themselves looking. Her golden gaze, glacial and hard as ice despite their hue, their tilt and how it came to give her a rather striking felinesque appearance. There was much of her to admire, much which drew focus… and he made no true attempt to conceal what of her had captured him so.

   Did he take notice of her own eyes upon him, she wondered? A bend at the waist as the vampire drew closer, her hands to find and rest at the curve of her hip.

     “Have thy eyes hadst their fill, or would thee prefer to look upon me further, boy? Whatever hath drawn thy attentions so, I wonder?“

Overt observation was a constant for those set on taking up the mantle of a Bookman. There was no point in disguising their perpetual scrutiny because it’d be the same as disguising themselves, hiding away their very purpose in the world. They existed to record, to be the ones that monitored every occurrence that takes place in order to recognize fact from fiction, to be a walking encyclopedia of historic benefit. It wasn’t easy, writing a perfect recollection not on paper but in mind alone, and it took great dedication to commit it all to memory. There was no such thing as taking it too far, being too detailed, being too committed  –

Or at least that was the excuse that would be parroted back to anyone that cast judgment on the apprentice for staring with open adoration at the buxom woman. It was his god-given RESPONSIBILITY to enshrine that curvaceous figure, take detail of those wicked lips, pay extraordinary attention to the very, very generous valley of her breasts. Oh, the suffering he endured for the sake of future generations! It was just so unbearable, but he was devoted.

His body was anchored in place, mind entranced by the vision before him and his gaze was unwavering, as immobilized as the rest of him. Asking anything of him in this state, when he was just so deep in the throes of research, would result in acute disappointment since he was completely incapable of diverting his focus. It mattered not when the very subject of this profound interest deigned him worthy to converse with, only one word capable of slipping out of a dropped mouth.

"Strike ~ !”

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&. TOKISEGA

the last thing he was interested in was the other’s concerns about who he was or what he was . sesshomaru continued to remain silent as he found himself resting against the water side , gazing out towards the vast blue ocean . the water that kissed the border between sand and ocean touched his fingertips as he curiously allowed his claws to scrape against its surface .

        ‘   do you still insist on lingering in my presence ? ’

his words leave him finally and sesshomaru looks at the light’s reflective sheen on the water be parted by the motion of his fingers , golden irises looking at the stranger . up until this moment , he had completely denied eye contact , but now , sesshomaru was gazing at him . his expression seemingly blank in comparison to the slight annoyance that was evident in his voice .

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Being able to bother someone else by doing nothing was like coming home. Lavi was absolutely delighted, stupidly thrilled with having accomplished a goal that he hadn’t set out to achieve in the first place. It was just so familiar to be on the receiving end of such obvious displeasure and it inspired him, as it always did when pitted against an asocial individual, to try to evoke a real emotional response. The consequences of doing so had continuously proven to be steep, but if they hadn’t stopped him by this point they never would.

"Maybe you should stop lingering in my presence.” Instinctive sass, his cocksure response was accompanied by a cheeky grin. “There’s a whole ocean for you to stare at, Stripes. Nobody’s forcing you to stay right here.”

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&. ZIODIE

        “‘m kickin’ the thing alright?!” he growls, only now starting to use that other leg of his. And when the shambler finally eats the ground it came from, the emperor makes sure to throw another stomp in that rotting head of theirs. Dusting off his hands, his attention jumps to the other, who was clearly more adept at this than he was.

        “Air doesn’t beat zombie?” It was as if he was realizing this now. “Then what does? I don’t got anythin’ else to knock their faces in.”

Took him long enough. He should’ve done that moments after being being grabbed like a reasonable person instead of messing around, if only to have spared Lavi from the unpleasant experience of physically touching the horrific abomination. It already feels as though he’ll never be clean again, like his wonderful, pure, nice smelling soul has been forever tainted by the noxious odor of the rotting corpse.

He might as well just give up on living.

“Basically... that does.” He utters weakly, refusing to so much as glance at the fallen Shambler or even worse, at his own sullied fingers. “It’s not that hard to figure out. Just smack ‘em around. Or, ya know. You could just ... get an actual chair?”

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    “ Get your own! ” words nearly hissed and expression more serious than the situation probably warrants, but with Allen and food, every situation is a serious one. He does his best to keep the meal out of grabby hands, stretching his arm away as far as it will go and using the other to push Lavi away. “ I don’t have to share with anyone if I don’t want to. ”

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“Why should I have to get my own when you have some right there!?” All that was missing was some furious finger jabbing for additional emphasis, but the heated outcry was more than enough to show that he meant business. “We’re friends, aren’t we!? Friends are supposed to share, Allen. SHARE. Stop acting like you don’t know what that word means!” The food must be unbelievably delicious for the younger male to be this covetous of it and, while struggling against the appendage holding him back, Lavi vowed he’d have some of it even if it meant taking his friend down.

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i’ve got quite a bit to do (and in such a short amount of time!), but i’ve got a sick family member at the moment so i’m finding it a little hard to focus on my replies. i’ll get to them as soon as i can and if anyone else wants to thread just go ahead and ignore the fact that i don’t have an rp ad out and just message me! plotting is a fun and easy thing to do while i wait for them to feel better. hope the rest of you are all having a good night, though!

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&. ZIODIE

        Attempting to kick free from the shambler gnawing on his leg, Kanji wasn’t having much success. This useless inflatable chair shouldn’t even count as a blunt weapon when it can’t even put a freaking dent in this guy’s head! But yet, here he is, banging a plastic bag of air against the creature.

        “Dude! Do you have a real chair because mine’s not workin’.”

“Don’t just  – Actually do something!” Bravely attempting to steel the nerves that’d been frayed by this entire nightmarish ordeal, with a dry swallow that was difficult to choke down did Lavi go against every instinct in his body screaming, ‘Don’t touch, it’s gross,’ the apprentice trying to get a sure enough grip on the shambler to wrench it free. “I don’t get why you thought it was a good idea to even try. Air doesn’t beat zombie! All you’re doing is fanning it!” 

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Shit I’ve said to my cat; sentence starters

“What are you doing?”

“What did you knock over?”

“Don’t eat that!”

“What’s in your mouth? What do you have in your mouth?!?”

“Plastic isn’t food.”

“How did you get up there?”

“Are you stuck? You got yourself up there, you can get down.”

“I have to pee – can you move?”

“It’s so early, please stop.”

“I haven’t seen you in hours. Where were you hiding?”

“I know you’re trying to tell me something, I just don’t know what.”

“Don’t be mean! I’m just trying to love you!”

“You’re just the cutest thing ever.”

-points to mirror-  “That’s you!”

“I’m trying to take a picture of you, please stop moving.”

“You haven’t moved in hours.”

“How can you be such a bed hog? You’re so tiny!”

“You have the cutest nose.”

“Look at those feet-ies!”

“You’re like a gargoyle up there.”

“Don’t bite me, that’s rude.”

“You look so comfortable. I wish I could be that comfortable.”

“All you do is sleep and eat. That’s the life.”

“You are so lazy. You would not survive in the wild.”

“Could you blink, or something? You’re starting to freak me out.”

“Those squirrels look like they’re doing something shifty.”

- boops nose -

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“You made it my business when you refused to share!” It’s a juvenile response to kick start a juvenile fight. He tries to dodge around the younger man, hands out and at the ready to swipe the mysterious food from Allen’s seedy clutches. “You never share and it’s about time you grow up and start! Now give it here!” Before it’s sucked into the abyss that is Allen’s stomach, never to see the light of day again.

“What’s in your mouth? What do you have in your mouth?!?”

SHIT I’VE SAID TO MY CAT

“ That’s none of your business! ” Words shouted albeit muffled and small platter of food, at least he assumes it’s food, the person at the stall wasn’t exactly clear on what they gave him, is hidden swiftly behind his back. He might not be sure about what it is, but it’s good, and Allen isn’t going to give it up that easily.

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Lavi &. D. Gray-man.

this boy has been MIA from the manga for years

likes to pretend everything’s a-okay when it really isn’t

is supposed to stay detached from everyone and basically be fake

too bad he’s found out that he’s not really good at staying unattached anymore

he’s been failing at being a bookman’s apprentice because of that and it’s kinda messing him up considering it’s all his life has been for

he’s still trying to stay in line but can’t stop caring too much so it’s kinda pointless

he’ll become fast friends with people without meaning to and then really realizes it when he suddenly finds himself putting his life on the line for them

he’s fresh from being tortured so he’s a little shaken up right now but won't show it

rabbits can die from loneliness so please be nice!

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@hallowboned &. @lotusword

Snatches of memories persisted, fragmented and much too mentally fatiguing to try and accurately determine fact from fiction. They plagued him as intensely as the phantom ache lingering deep in his bones, the physical evidence of the brutality he’d undergone wiped away from view (and wasn’t that something, the torturous time almost like a dream, but he’d awaken all the same), but the scars  –  they lingered just beneath the surface. What was a few more added to the collection? 

Being used as leverage had ended in failure, as expected. Bookman was too tight-lipped an individual to be swayed and he wouldn’t even divulge those secrets to him, his own apprentice, so why would that change at the threat of losing the disciple? At the very least that’s what could be presupposed as there was no real evidence, nothing to shine any light on what had happened after having so spectacularly losing consciousness when he’d become unable to bear the severity of the damage any longer.

There was nothing to inspire relief, to let him just breathe, when his memory was failing. Not knowing if the man that’d raised him was even alive  – of course he was. They wouldn’t hurt someone so valuable, not when they’d had Lavi, just a footnote, a faulty apprentice with too many shortcomings to have a real role of importance in the pages of history. And everyone else? They had to be all right too, right? They were so much more, determined and strong and devoted to living no matter what, consequences be damned.

The third Exorcists were fine.

Lenalee and Kanda, Krory and Miranda, were okay.

Everyone at the Branch was doing well.

Allen wasn’t going to fall to the Fourteenth  –

Slow, deep breathes were attempted, coming out shaky, (he couldn’t even breath right, how sad was that), trembling fingers buried in the dirty strands of his hair. With knees drawn upwards, elbows perched upon them, his back hunched forwards away from the dirty, alley way it’d been against. And then he tried, oh how did he try, to convince himself that it really was all okay, that everything would be okay from this point onward. That things would make sense again, that he could make sense of himself again.

He’s fine.

He’s really fine. 

It’s fine. 

It’s okay.

Maybe one day that won’t be a lie.