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神田 ユウ ([personal profile] beanstalk) wrote in [community profile] niteo_logs2011-05-15 12:33 pm

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Characters: Kanda Yu [[livejournal.com profile] promisedlotus], Allen Walker [[livejournal.com profile] tothelastbreath], Lavi [[livejournal.com profile] looseleafbook], Lenalee Lee [[livejournal.com profile] fallforthesky]
When: May 12th
Where: Kanda's room, 406
Rating: PG
Summary: Kanda finally tells the others about Alma.

Kanda had taken Alma upstairs to Matt's room, telling him that he could spend the entire day with the clock worker and color what he wanted. That if he needed him, then just to use the golem. He wouldn't be far, he just needed to talk to the other Exorcists.

When he had gotten back to his room, he used the radio to call for Lavi and Lenalee and sent Allen a quick message through the network. He would be lying if he said that doing this didn't make him feel uneasy. The only person he had ever told about Alma was Allen, and that knowledge had been easily used against him by the Fourteenth. Lenalee and Lavi didn't have Noah inside of them, yet-

-he didn't like this. He would have been more than happy to keep it just between himself and Allen, but with the arrival of the other Alma, he didn't have much of a choice anymore.

Kanda waited patiently and silently for his comrades to arrive, simply leaning against his desk with arms folded over his chest.
tothelastbreath: (give me a break)

[personal profile] tothelastbreath 2011-05-16 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Mere minutes after sending that message, he'll hear a perfunctory knock on the door, followed by an equally perfunctory pause before it swings open to admit Allen and Timcanpy. Both boy and golem look slightly worse for wear. Allen in particular isn't looking half as... put together as he usually is. Scruffy, even.

He's wearing dark trousers, an open-collared, long-sleeved shirt with its unbuttoned cuffs rolled up to his wrists, a rumpled sweater over it, and no tie. Ties are a luxury here. Oh, and he should really go steal a pair of boots sometime. Those flats he had to wear in prison aren't all that sturdy. His right sleeve looks strangely lumpy, as if he'd tried to re-bandage his arm one-handed and managed a very mediocre job of it. The bandaid on his left cheek is gone, leaving a still healing welt in plain view, but the fact that Allen would rather ration medical supplies than hide it means it doesn't hurt too bad.

He's also moving smoothly, far too smoothly for someone who was clearly in a recent battle, which in Allen's case means he's probably also injured elsewhere, and busy helping everyone pretend it away.

"Kanda." A nod in greeting. "Are the others coming?"