[ Let's be perfectly frank about Allen and Doing The Right Thing: it has nothing to do with what the law says, ok. He's got his own sense of morality. ... he also might have spent more time growing up in red light districts and unsavory sorts of places than not. Probably.
But let's also be honest about how he's an opinionated shounen hero-type with a polite gentleman streak that kind of trumps everything else.
That's why this particular evening as two partners in crime exchange goods in preparation for the night's profits... there's a bit of an outcry as one of them realizes he's just been shortchanged the product he just paid for. "What kind of stunt is this?! You trying to keep it for yourself?!" "What are you talking about man...!" Good old-fashioned brawl? Good old-fashioned brawl.
Do they notice the black-clad figure with snowy-white hair leaning against the alley wall? Nope. Not at all. It's almost like he isn't there at all. Not there at all... while he sips rather serenely on some kind of juice in a can. (Straw? Yes.)
"Stop fucking around, where are the goods!" "It was right here, I swear!!" A sudden crack! gets the boy-god to blink, pale eyes flicking over to the two in a sudden flare of concern. Oh, that was a particularly nasty crunch of knuckles vs face. Maybe he should do something. ]
... [ Siiiiiiiiip.Nah.
It's just two idiots brawling. Fair's fair.
Besides, you totally wouldn't even notice how he was idly tossing a pouch of something (distasteful) into the air and deftly catching it (with a white-gloved hand) the whole while in some solitary game of catch.
Totally. ]
✞Once an Exorcist... (always an exorcist.)
[ We'll not say the battle is won, but it's over. The final howl of the ayakashi as it's rent; the sudden silence that seems very loud the moment it stops and seizes like a creature on the precipice of some great unseen divide.
And the quiet of the god who's just struck it as the boy's expression hoods like one feeling regret as he both holds it there but doesn't relent. ]
Aah.. [ It's soft in understanding. Empathy, like of some deep and old pain. ]
...good night. [ A starkly quiet juxtaposition, as the next moment there's an the explosion of power as the soul is purified and split apart into the night. Wind whipping hair and cowl of those nearby and the tearing at the slender god's softly glowing, ethereal cloak. Tugging at it and the wispy bits like feathers caught in a gale. What's been a violent and harshly-paced battle suddenly come to the end with with a funeral rite?
Perhaps. Allen is quiet as he rises back to his feet—shoulders back and spine straight—and not looking back to you just yet, be you another god or shinki, at his side the whole time or come upon them just now.
Almost like he's someone a little lost in his head and faraway for a moment. ]
Allen Walker | D.Gray-man | god
[ Let's be perfectly frank about Allen and Doing The Right Thing: it has nothing to do with what the law says, ok. He's got his own sense of morality. ... he also might have spent more time growing up in red light districts and unsavory sorts of places than not. Probably.
But let's also be honest about how he's an opinionated shounen hero-type with a polite gentleman streak that kind of trumps everything else.
That's why this particular evening as two partners in crime exchange goods in preparation for the night's profits... there's a bit of an outcry as one of them realizes he's just been shortchanged the product he just paid for. "What kind of stunt is this?! You trying to keep it for yourself?!" "What are you talking about man...!" Good old-fashioned brawl? Good old-fashioned brawl.
Do they notice the black-clad figure with snowy-white hair leaning against the alley wall? Nope. Not at all. It's almost like he isn't there at all. Not there at all... while he sips rather serenely on some kind of juice in a can. (Straw? Yes.)
"Stop fucking around, where are the goods!" "It was right here, I swear!!" A sudden crack! gets the boy-god to blink, pale eyes flicking over to the two in a sudden flare of concern. Oh, that was a particularly nasty crunch of knuckles vs face. Maybe he should do something. ]
... [ Siiiiiiiiip. Nah.
It's just two idiots brawling. Fair's fair.
Besides, you totally wouldn't even notice how he was idly tossing a pouch of something (distasteful) into the air and deftly catching it (with a white-gloved hand) the whole while in some solitary game of catch.
Totally. ]
✞ Once an Exorcist... (always an exorcist.)
[ We'll not say the battle is won, but it's over. The final howl of the ayakashi as it's rent; the sudden silence that seems very loud the moment it stops and seizes like a creature on the precipice of some great unseen divide.
And the quiet of the god who's just struck it as the boy's expression hoods like one feeling regret as he both holds it there but doesn't relent. ]
Aah.. [ It's soft in understanding. Empathy, like of some deep and old pain. ]
...good night. [ A starkly quiet juxtaposition, as the next moment there's an the explosion of power as the soul is purified and split apart into the night. Wind whipping hair and cowl of those nearby and the tearing at the slender god's softly glowing, ethereal cloak. Tugging at it and the wispy bits like feathers caught in a gale. What's been a violent and harshly-paced battle suddenly come to the end with with a funeral rite?
Perhaps. Allen is quiet as he rises back to his feet—shoulders back and spine straight—and not looking back to you just yet, be you another god or shinki, at his side the whole time or come upon them just now.
Almost like he's someone a little lost in his head and faraway for a moment. ]
♠ ♥ Deuces wild ♣ ♦
[ Come on let's do this, go!! ]