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Misery. [completed]

Character(s): Allen Walker and Lady.
Content: The hardship of transferring to a different world--and the struggle for a companion.
Setting: Just inside Niflheim.
Time: Afternoon of Monday.
Warnings: blood?

As if moving was ever the most fun experience, try completely (and randomly) get sucked into to another dimension, a place that even rocket scientists would probably question over. The worst of the worst, of course, is the fact that he "moved" to another place, completely unprepared, having neither a place to stay nor the money to stay anywhere. Allen Walker was doomed to be living out in the streets if this continues.

The white haired boy sighed as he posted his message at the message-board, hoping that someone would answer his call for a job. He desperately needs one. Allen was definitely getting pale because of the lack of food, also the fact that the rain is steadily pouring upon him, wetting his attire hastily. Luckily, he left his world wearing his Exorcist uniform; which was almost like a black leather and hooded trench coat with white linings. It was because of this uniform that he haven't been freezing his ass off.

The little golden ball following him, Timcanpi, only continued flapping his wings as its owner's misery grew, causing dropletes of liquid flashing towards Allen's eye, making him grumble in annoyance. As if on cue, the floating ball settled itself upon the very tip of Allen's head.

"There's gotta be someone out there whose hiring," Allen tried convincing himself, glancing around the area to see if anyone he knew that was familiar to him.

Nope. No one. At least for now.

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Upon the second day of being dropped into nowhere, Lady was beginning to wonder if Dante was even going to show up and if she should just drop the hopes of looking for the half-demon. Lady was a little more desperate than she cared to admit, to have the half-demon as company, just to know everything was okay on wherever she came out of. This was too confusing, even unnerving for her, as she was keeping a slow pace, still walking around. Naturally, in this place, a well-armed woman was a strange sight to see. Lady gruffly ignored the stares and small comments about her weaponry and her cannon.

But somewhere down the line of staggering from place to place, the cut given to her by Arkham was growing infected, pulsating under her cheap bandage. It was starting to bleed again, as she glanced down to see a small trickle of blood from the wound. Maybe she should just ignore it; how else would Lady get all these scars? Ignoring them. But that rain wasn’t helping and Lady was trying desperately to stay out of the rain. Funny. Even after Temen-ni-Gru, it was raining again, it only served her to remind her desperately of Dante and his brother, Vergil.

At least father wasn’t her main concern anymore...

Lady grumbled something, glancing half-way at a hooded black figure. Whatever. She carefully slid underneath a place to keep herself dry, even contemplating changing the bandage. It was still bleeding...She let out a groan loud enough where anyone could here her.

...

'What wasthat?' Allen thought to himself as a rather audible groan was heard, getting him startled by a tad. He blinked, turning around in all directions to look for the source of the groan, only to spot a certain miss under a shelter, apparently keeping herself away from the rain.

Well, duh. Why didn't he saw that place in the first place? Allen mentally slapped his face for his short sightedness. He would've saved a lot more chances of getting a cold if he hadn't known there was a place for him to stay under---to keep him self dry. Maybe being in this world was affecting the way he thinks... or maybe he was too frightened to think anything else by the day he leaves this place.

With a last mental slap, he mustered a smile at the girl, whom only glanced at him briefly. He didn't notice her bleeding until he saw the blood-stained bandages, and his smile quickly faded into a worried expression as he rushes to her side in attempt of assisting her.

"Miss, are you okay?!" Allen merely panicked as if the girl was laying there, dying, which she was obviously not. He only assumed that she was beyond hurt, since he saw blood and bandages (and heard groans of pain), and that was enough for him to believe that this girl was in pain, and he was the only one there to help her.

He took his leather coat off, relying on his inside shirt to help her, ripping it apart into shreds to bandage the wound. "Don't worry, you'll be fine," he soothed her idly, not even having the slightest idea of what was going on. But oh well. There is a pretty girl sitting there in front of him, bleeding, and in (seemingly) great pain. What is a boy to do?

Lady was probably too apathetic beyond words to care where the hell she was, as long as she had a chance to drop her cannon off her back, growing tense in the cold. Well, this sucked. She imagined back at home, the weekend was going to be free, and not involving her sitting out of a place she didn’t know. Damn her father for this. Not Vergil. Arkham. The bastard; it was his fault all along, Lady thought seething in her own rage. Well, that rage was intact until a voice snapped her out of her thoughts, and then the figure coming over to her aid.

What. The. Hell.

She cringed slightly, tensing up, but really couldn’t back away. Does it look like I’m okay? Lady thought bitterly. And there wasn’t really much the demon hunter could do, instead tensing her shoulders, a little stunned with the free help, watching him carefully with the bandage around her thigh.

“...Thanks, I think,” Lady muttered darkly, shoving all of her personal feelings aside the moment. It was generous, but there was something about a male, instantly coming to her aid. Her blue and red eyes wandered up to his hair and then the strange marking on her face, while she kept a small shocked expression on her face. “And what are you? Some kind of doctor?” Lady couldn’t avoid the snippy tone in her voice, but the demon hunter was somewhat grateful for the help.

With the shredded clothing sealing the wound on the other's thigh successfully, he gave a sigh and smiled brightly at the older person. He knew the girl was in slight hesitation of his sudden aid, and her uncertainty of trust towards him. Hell, everyone is like that. People are somewhat hard to trust now days, that is easy to handle.

Feeling the distrust in the tone of her voice, he only continued to smile, leaning back a little as he rubbed the back of his head. That little yellow ball that was following him flew around Allen, causing him to sweat drop, a tint of annoyance fluttering inside of him. If distrust wasn't enough, then a flying golden ball would surely help the situation a lot more than it currently. He ignored Timcanpi and steadied his concentration on the wounded other. "Ah, it's okay. I understand if you're not up to trusting a stranger like me," he said with a nervous chuckle.

Allen caught the stranger taking a glimpse at his eye and continued smiling even so. It's only natural, since it's quite bizarre. He could always tell when people is looking at his 'curse,' since when they look at him, their eyes only concentrate on his left eye, particularly the curse. Then when that certain other realizes it, their face forms an unreadable expression, a mixture of confusion and curiosity. The majority would keep the questions to themselves, while another few would ask Allen, 'what's that under your eye?', which was what he assumed the wounded girl wanted to ask.

"Well, not really... I'm an ex--" he paused, wondering if he reveal his identity, partially curious if the people of this world would think that he is a threat to them if he said that he was an exorcist. But figuring out that he was at the ends of luck, since he has started out with 'ex' already (considering that it would be lame to lie and say that he is a doctor), he took in a breath and finished what he was about to say. "I'm an exorcist."

It seemed the worst had past–for now, anyway. Lady would like to question the floating ball, but she had just seen a giant flying whale floating around Temen-ni-Gru. There wasn’t really a point to even bother asking about it, so decided not to question the sanity of things at the moment...only giving it a strange look. A soft smile slipped passed her lips as she could see how flustered he’d gotten over the floating ball.

At least the young man she just ran into wasn’t hitting on her; that was a plus. “It’s fine,” Lady’s voice grew less snippy, even a bit softer. Lady wanted to add what a horrible few days it had been, but something in the back of her mind informed her giving out too much information was probably not the best idea. Only remembering how people would make fun of her two different eye colors when she was younger, Lady felt a tinge of embarrassment as she looked at the marking, darting her eyes away to shrug off the point of questioning it.

As Lady was wondering to return to her feet, or just enjoy the fact she was relaxing on the ground for a moment, the word ‘exorcist’ popped up in response to her question. “Exorcist?” Lady turned her bicolor eyes back to him. “Ha. How ironic. I’m a demon hunter!” Lady’s expression and her tone changed to friendly, as she appreciated anyone with a similar line of work to her own.

That’s when she reached for her cannon, placing closer to her side. “No, I’m sorry for being snarky,” Lady concluded, taking off her gloves. “And I bet you got dropped off here, too? I'm Lady.” She leaned a little more lazily against the wall, wondering if people appearing here from different dimensions was the after effect of the seal being broken by her father.

Allen relaxed seeing the seemed tense girl smile, it ceased down his worries of the other hating him for whatever reasons. At least she's beginning to open herself to him, making him feel trusted, and that did nothing but brought a wide smile upon his face, appreciating his success.

He leaned his aching back against the wall behind him, letting out an exhale to prove his weariness. Ah, yes. He was sure-as-hell tired, not to mention the fact that he haven't been eating for quite some time now. Allen was starting to feel weak because of the lack of nutrition and wondering around isn't helping it much at all. The only thing that was helping was the fact that the 'journal' has rather an extensive amount of things. From chat rooms to message boards, it was truly something he could use to forget his hunger, although not as much as one would need. But it’s good to pass time with. He’d give it an ‘A+’ if he could find the inventor.

He watched the wounded girl as she shifted into a standing position, and he couldn’t help but wonder the different eye colors he caught a glimpse of the color of her eyes, and was instantly reminded of his own eyes, but his thoughts were quickly cut off as the other spoke.

“Wow, that’s a real coincidence!” he exclaimed as he watched the girl take a grab for her weapon, in which he became in awe of. It was awkward seeing such females carrying around such a massive weapon. He would’ve be surprised seeing a male doing so, but it’s just that… it seemed a bit… manly, with no intention of sexism. “Is that … heavy for you, at all?” he questioned, tilting his head to a side like your average curious little boy.

He didn’t expect an answer, really. Obviously it wasn’t for it seems that she have been carrying that around for quite a while, being a demon hunter. “It’s nothing! You weren’t being, ’snarky,’” he bristled at the word. “And yeah, I was dropped here all of the sudden, I don’t know why,” Allen answered honestly, a tint of exhaustion bordering the tone of his voice. “Oh! I’m Allen. Nice to meet you,” he said as he reaches his hand up at the standing lady to shake her hand, smiling brightly.

Lady was probably just as tired, cold, and frustrated compared to how things were two days ago. It was a huge difference, where she was starting to wonder herself if staying near or in Temen-ni-Gru was a good thing; at least she could make her way back home. But shoving Temen-ni-Gru out of her mind, Lady was enjoying the few moments where she wasn’t surrounded by sin demons or giant floating whales in the sky. But hey, she just ran into an exorcist, and she was very sure she was going to like him for his profession and mannerism alone.

Come to think of it, most of her priorities were so focused on finding the Sparda twins, Lady hadn’t even begun to think of a job or anything else around here. Only a small glance to the street, she crossed her arms. “What a shame, not a single demon here. I don’t know whether to be worried or grateful.” She spoke her thought out loud, gradually loosening up quite a bit. “Apparently a lot of people got dropped off here. I wonder what happened....” Hopefully it really wasn’t all connected.

Lady’s thoughts were veered onto her cannon, she looked at it and back to the younger man when he asked if it was heavy or not. She couldn’t help but make a small scoff along with another small smile. “This thing? I’ve gotten so used to it, it’s not heavy at all...most of the times.” The glances she got when Lady made it through the gate, she was quite used to. If this was a normal man, a bit older, Lady would have chewed him out for the question, but this time she let it slide by.

“Ah, ha, nice to meet you, too, Allen,” Lady did reach down to shake his hand, only studying his marking again...just for remote curiosity. He sounded just as tired as she did. When Lady pulled back up, crossing her arms, she looked at him sympathetically. “You sound tired...Why were you out here, anyway? Looking for someone or did you need any help?”

Lady was truly a strong woman; he could easily tell from simply looking at her---not physically, but maybe emotionally as well. Her physical strength was a given: if one was a girl carrying a weapon like that, then you ought to know how to properly talk to her--to approach to her. If one was not to be careful, one could easily die right there and then. That is what one would call, ‘don’t judge a book by its cover.’ In this case, ‘don’t judge a woman by her pretty appearance.’ Like, ‘floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee.’ Allen smiled at his thoughts, and put back on his exorcist uniform which he have neglected for quite a while, only remembering it when a chill ran through his body like a lightning.

With her comment about there being no jobs here, he gave a loud sigh, agreeing with her completely. “Yeah, exorcists and demon hunters are apparently not needed here,” he noted, missing his life back in England, where hordes of AKUMA would roam all over the place as their loved one put them on that position. Hell, why should he miss it, anyway? It was not like agonizing over their loss every time he has to destroy one was any fun at all. But at least he was helping someone; he was useful, not the pathetic mess he was right now.

His teeth sort of gritted as he thought on, but kept his personal feelings inside of him, for now. In the amidst of meeting someone else, you should never be so impolite and shove all of your problems to someone you never knew before.

He stood up, straightening himself a bit, and it was her voice that got his attention again. He grinned widely, rubbing the back of his head once again as Timcanpi landed on his shoulder. He took a quick glance at it before answering Lady. “I guess am a bit tired. I haven’t ate, actually,” and as if on cue, his stomach growled loudly.

His face went pale and his left eye twitched; bad omen. “Whoops, sorry about that,” he said as he gave a nervous chuckle. “People like me get hungry rather fast. And why am I here? It’s one of those… ‘all of the sudden’ thing. I was merely sucked into this world,” Allen sighed, hoping that she’d trust him. “Right now, I’m trying to look for my master, General Cross.” His eyes sparked as a thought came to mind. “Ah! Which reminds me, have you seen a rather tall man with red and spiky hair, wearing a top hat type of thing? He wears a black suit, similar to mine… and carries around a hammer,” Allen said hastily, with a hope that the other recognizes who he is speaking of.

Where ever she ended up in, it was a nice change of pace, the only thing horribly ironic about this situation was the rain and the utter silence of it all, compared to the chaos earlier. Matter of fact, Lady didn’t know how she got here, seeing she woke up on a random street with her cut aching. And no Dante. Lady suddenly felt, obligated, if not inclined to at least help a fellow person of anti-demon force out. Her face darkened at the thought of whether or not her father crawled away from the seal to begin with. Shrugging Lady moved on, trying to be grateful she wasn’t handling demons.

“It’s probably a good thing, as much as we’d be out of luck,” Lady concluded and then her eyes lowered to him. “Where I came from, I had enough demons to keep me preoccupied for the rest of the week.” She offered a sarcastic laugh, waving a hand. “Probably better they didn’t end up here...yet.” No one ever said Lady was supposed to be optimistic. She wanted to think realistically. A tangent hovered in her head, how she would like to rant about the men who rose the tower in the first place, but Lady rubbed her ebony hair. “Who knows, maybe we’ll luck out, huh?” She offered a sincere smile.

“I guess that makes the two of us,” Lady of course, gave one tug to her cannon. “Did you want any help with finding food or shelter...?” Food sounded awfully good right now. Even those nasty sour krauts her mother used to make when she was younger. Just about anything...but then again, not almost anything. Not to mention, a nice warm bed. No, Lady was determined to help out Allen. Just because...

While thinking a few other things over, solely for the fact that not just both of them, but a quite a large number of people were sucked into the world, Lady listened to the description of this ‘General Cross’ and she grimly shook her head. “Can’t say that I have,” Lady would remember, though...just for future references. “I was looking for someone, too. He’s got white hair like you, shirtless, and wearing a big leather jacket.” Lady wrinkled her nose and added. “And he’s got a huge mouth on him–his name is ‘Dante’. But, I’ll let you know if I see him, how about that? I’ll help you out. Least I can do...our kind has to stick together.”

Allen’s stomach did the favor and answered to Lady’s question by growling loud, indicating once again that he was indeed hungry. “That’d be so nice of you! If you could help me hunt out some food, that is,” he said hopefully, grinning as he tilted his head to a side. He was just like a little kid, but much more mature than your average Joe. “But I guess I could hold it off for just a little bit more… plus, I tend to eat a lot more than the norm, to be honest. When I was in England—my old home, exorcists were really favored there, so everything I get was basically free. I have a bad feeling of how it’d turn out over here,” he trailed off with a sigh.

While silence follows, he decides to mess with his electronic journal, looking at the map that someone in the chatroom had shown him earlier. He studied the map for a while, until the older of the two spoke once again, and to be polite as he is, he tore his gaze away from his journal to face Lady as she describes the one she is looking for, ‘Dante’. His features clearly expressed confusion, as he found it interesting that this ‘Dante’ guy has the same colored hair and is topless, which he is mildly embarrassed about. He haven’t seen any guy running around half naked yet, and does it as a hobby. He cleared his throat, washing his thoughts away.

“I don’t think I’ve seen him before, but of course, I will give you a notice if I do!” he exclaimed happily. “And maybe we should travel together. I’m curious about this place; it seems really big!” Allen pointed to the neglected journal, which shows a map of exactly where they are standing. Near it seems to be a railroad station, which was exactly what Allen was briefly studying. “The train station is just a bit north from here, it seems. It’d great if you want to come with me!” Excitement was just dripping from his voice.

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