Misery. [completed]

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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.

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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."

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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.