[ It's hard to say if it's awe or slight numbness to the situation to blame for why Allen slows when finally he steps out and is briefly blinded by the reflected light. So bright and so white—it's almost familiar... but has Allen pressing his lips together a little at that. Standing a bit straighter as he shields his eyes for a moment and lets them adjust.
This is a moon..? ]
... [ It's a little much. And anyone taking notice of the strange white-haired boy (longer now; tied back in a ponytail) with an even stranger scar on his face, dressed so trimly in a white and black uniform reinforced with what appear to be luminous dragon scales.
Not the strangeness of any one thing in this place. To which he will only take a breath and tip his head back. To will the tightness in his throat to relax and the heartbeat in his ears—the heartbeat he hadn't heard in several months—to quiet. Not here. First, keep going. Just, even in not wanting to linger or cause anyone to worry over a stranger acting weirdly...
...where?
But he's gently headbutted by the rotund golden golem that has been flying as if on a gentle tether over his shoulder the entire time. It smushes itself against his cheek in a fussy manner, making snapping sounds with its teeth. (Teeth??) ]
Aaa. [ With a weak, quiet sort of laugh he scratches his cheek for a moment before lightly patting the creature. ]
It's a little weird, Tim... [ Here we are again, somewhere strange. Somewhere really strange. But it's okay. We'll be okay. Even if it doesn't feel okay.
(Even if it doesn't feel okay at all.)
We're alive again. ]
—! [ And not alone, as being one ever used to feeling creepy gazes on him and recently unused to being noticed by normal humans whatsoever in his stint as an archangel, Allen turns quickly and blinks for a moment. Except that the person he thought he saw for a moment...
...they're not there? ]
...? [ blinking, his shoulders drop a bit; dumbfounded ]
A spirit? [ ??? Why isn't he still one then... ]
-E-
[ THIS IS TERRIBLE, IT'S ALMOST AS BAD AS THE HERO-WORSHIPPING FANS IN ENPRISE WERE.
Which is to say Allen is handling it with charm and diplomacy.
Which is also to say that he just kind of looks like he might bolt, too. Waving his gloved hands a bit to urge the growingly enthusiastic crowd to please desist. ]
Eeh? Pen-ta-gram? [ some excited man in robes begins to explain with gusto. to think he would be so bold as to carve it on his face!! ] No it's not quite like that..
[ A woman who's made her way up front—actually there seem to be several younger women who have gathered—fawns for a moment and he looks quite taken aback. ]
It's not that pale, is it...? Dashing? [ oh.
...
this is horrible, he needs a hood again ]
-F-
[ Let's preface this with Allen was never even terribly comfortable around horses. In Enprise? Traveling? He could get along with Lux's griffin just fine. Some of the weirder animals he'd be quite cheerful and at-home around like there was absolutely nothing strange about it. Yes, even the giant spiders.
But he was more than fine with never riding any of them. He was more at home on trains, thank you.
Maybe it's also that he had to reluctantly kill a dragon to put its spirit to rest and is sort of wearing a coat reinforced with dragon armor and scales. I mean... he wouldn't blame them if they somehow knew, right? They'd have every right to be mad with him!! Which is probably why he probably tried to awkwardly laugh it off that maybe they shouldn't fly. That'd be fine right? He's okay with walking!!
No? Crap.
So hail, friend. Or—whoever you are that got stuck with him for this excursion. As Allen is sporting the most lopsided sort of nervous smile as he seems to debate patting the scaled muzzle of the elder dragon like one might a horse, but... decides against it. ]
The place we're going then—is it far?
[ He isn't going to try to squirm out of it again, but.. So about this time he got thrown into a lion's cage as a kid.... he's kind of getting flashbacks.... ]
Allen Walker | D.Gray-man | CRAU
[ It's hard to say if it's awe or slight numbness to the situation to blame for why Allen slows when finally he steps out and is briefly blinded by the reflected light. So bright and so white—it's almost familiar... but has Allen pressing his lips together a little at that. Standing a bit straighter as he shields his eyes for a moment and lets them adjust.
This is a moon..? ]
... [ It's a little much. And anyone taking notice of the strange white-haired boy (longer now; tied back in a ponytail) with an even stranger scar on his face, dressed so trimly in a white and black uniform reinforced with what appear to be luminous dragon scales.
Not the strangeness of any one thing in this place. To which he will only take a breath and tip his head back. To will the tightness in his throat to relax and the heartbeat in his ears—the heartbeat he hadn't heard in several months—to quiet. Not here. First, keep going. Just, even in not wanting to linger or cause anyone to worry over a stranger acting weirdly...
...where?
But he's gently headbutted by the rotund golden golem that has been flying as if on a gentle tether over his shoulder the entire time. It smushes itself against his cheek in a fussy manner, making snapping sounds with its teeth. (Teeth??) ]
Aaa. [ With a weak, quiet sort of laugh he scratches his cheek for a moment before lightly patting the creature. ]
It's a little weird, Tim... [ Here we are again, somewhere strange. Somewhere really strange. But it's okay. We'll be okay. Even if it doesn't feel okay.
(Even if it doesn't feel okay at all.)
We're alive again. ]
—! [ And not alone, as being one ever used to feeling creepy gazes on him and recently unused to being noticed by normal humans whatsoever in his stint as an archangel, Allen turns quickly and blinks for a moment. Except that the person he thought he saw for a moment...
...they're not there? ]
...? [ blinking, his shoulders drop a bit; dumbfounded ]
A spirit? [ ??? Why isn't he still one then... ]
-E-
[ THIS IS TERRIBLE, IT'S ALMOST AS BAD AS THE HERO-WORSHIPPING FANS IN ENPRISE WERE.
Which is to say Allen is handling it with charm and diplomacy.
Which is also to say that he just kind of looks like he might bolt, too. Waving his gloved hands a bit to urge the growingly enthusiastic crowd to please desist. ]
Eeh? Pen-ta-gram? [ some excited man in robes begins to explain with gusto. to think he would be so bold as to carve it on his face!! ] No it's not quite like that..
[ A woman who's made her way up front—actually there seem to be several younger women who have gathered—fawns for a moment and he looks quite taken aback. ]
It's not that pale, is it...? Dashing? [ oh.
...
this is horrible, he needs a hood again ]
-F-
[ Let's preface this with Allen was never even terribly comfortable around horses. In Enprise? Traveling? He could get along with Lux's griffin just fine. Some of the weirder animals he'd be quite cheerful and at-home around like there was absolutely nothing strange about it. Yes, even the giant spiders.
But he was more than fine with never riding any of them. He was more at home on trains, thank you.
Maybe it's also that he had to reluctantly kill a dragon to put its spirit to rest and is sort of wearing a coat reinforced with dragon armor and scales. I mean... he wouldn't blame them if they somehow knew, right? They'd have every right to be mad with him!! Which is probably why he probably tried to awkwardly laugh it off that maybe they shouldn't fly. That'd be fine right? He's okay with walking!!
No?
Crap.So hail, friend. Or—whoever you are that got stuck with him for this excursion. As Allen is sporting the most lopsided sort of nervous smile as he seems to debate patting the scaled muzzle of the elder dragon like one might a horse, but... decides against it. ]
The place we're going then—is it far?
[ He isn't going to try to squirm out of it again, but.. So about this time he got thrown into a lion's cage as a kid.... he's kind of getting flashbacks.... ]