#recordism

The priest stared down at the other one-eyed redhead, gripping that cigarette in between his teeth. How long has this brat been here? How many of his pupil’s ‘friends’ are in this stupid city?

“....Why’re you here,” was all the general could manage to spit out. Probably here to ‘record history’, like his job description.

cursedeye  → refutable  → recordism

          Within a matter of moments as the voice boomed from the sky, shedding light on the dire situation Hive City now faced, everyone had gone into an absolutely frenzy. Chaos everywhere, militia coming down onto their city, people screaming, children crying. Everyone running and pushing, it was a disaster. Through it all, Allen Walker stood in the center, gaze turned towards the sky before turning and running in the opposite direction. As much as he would have liked to do combat with the oncoming enemies, his main priority was protecting the people. 

          It doesn't take him long to help the remaining civilians to safety and now that the streets are clear for the most part, that leaves him with little work to do--until he sees that there sees to be a team of militia from the alternate city swarming a nearby.  Not a moment is wasted as he runs in their general direction.  ❝ Innocence..give me strength, ❞ he whispers and within a flash of light, his left hand was now jet black, fingers now warped into giant claws and he now adorned a white cowl which gave way to a white cape which flowed as he ran. With enemies in sight, it's then that he now cries, ❝ Clown belt! ❞ and strands of white move forward, taking five enemies into their grasp and pinning them there. Though there were still many who ran free, with just a single swipe of his claw they had been rendered useless.

          After all of the NPCs had been defeated, it's only then that Allen looks up to face the person he had just rescued, who arguably had been putting up a fight of their own even with the others being armed. It's much to his surprise that it is Mukuro Ikusaba, how coincidental that he'd run into her like this. A feeling of relief washes over him as he smiles at her, hand held out for her to take. ❝ Seems like we're here again, hm? We somehow always end up like this. ❞ though the reunion wouldn't last long, as in the distance more enemies could be seen coming their way and they had brought friends with them.

          It’s been about two months since his friend went to bed and never got up, he’d be surprised if thi wasn’t a anatural occurance to happen in this city. But today...no..today he’s not having it anymore. So there he is marching to Lavi’s room, slamming open the door, ❝ Lavi, it’s time to wake up. ❞ and he shakes him vigorously now until he's just about falling out of his bed and after that's said and done, a shower of flowers are thrown over the bookman. ❝ Get up. Get up right now, I got these for you and they're not going to waste. ❞

                    ⊰☠⊱ — A meeting of shoulders on both sides had the deaf Tagged growing annoyed with each passing minute. Nicolas wouldn't have minded much if it was just shoulders touching, but these people-- whoever they were- were purposely bumping into him. Probably to make him move somewhere so they can have some alone time with their company, in hopes of getting a dance or some other ulterior motive.

          All they had to do was say something, instead of their shoving strategy, which only did nothing but annoy him.

                    Just as the guy decided to squirm next to him, vigorously rubbing his shoulder against his, Nicolas figured he would have to do something-- say something. This time, it was Nicolas's turn to lock shoulders with the guy clad in red. Least it didn't burn his eyes, but the color was just too much for him-- didn't help that his hair was the same color as his attire.

          Putting that aside, he faced the redhead, nudging rather roughly at the back of the guy's knee, lips curved down into a slight frown. ❝..ʜOW ʟONɢ Is THɪS ɢOɴNA Gᴏ ᴏN ғOʀ﹖❞

          When the city's in trouble, heroes will assemble to protect it. On this first night of the new year, when fires are roaring over sector oo4 with no one to put them out, it's the job of a hero to come to the aid of the people. Allen had been sitting in the living room when all of a sudden he saw the flames a whole sector away. ❝ Well..something has to be done about that. ❞ Quickly, he speed dials all of his friends quickly explaining the situation as he slips on his clothing and he's out of the door a moment later running. 

          About halfway to sector oo4, all of their pathes merge and it is now the four of them running together which would be himself, Lavi, Lenalee and Kanda. Surely they'd all been busy with their New Year festivities, but the people needed them and he figured that was much more important. ❝ Sorry to call you all here on such short notice, but uh..we have a situation. The sector's on fire..so we kinda need to put it out. ❞

          And then they finally get there and through the flames there are many people running, so in an attempt to calm them he climbs up on a podium to address the people. ❝ Citizens, we are all here to put out the fire, rest assured it'll be out in just a moment! give a minute, we just go-- ❞ And then..fire grabs hold of his cloak and he screams.

          ❝ aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAH KANDA PUT IT OUT PUT IT OUT MY CLOAK IS ON FIRE! ❞ So much for making a cool entrance. They didn't even have their real uniforms yet, how uncool.

     Eye closed, he could hear familiar voices faintly. He brushes this off until the amplitude of the voices increase with every single second. While they've visited him before, they had never done so together or this early in the morning.

     He walks downstairs and opens the door only for navy hues to set his sights on familiar faces who seemed to be travelling with an overabundance of luggage. All three of them granting him a surprise home visit with luggage- how suspicious.

      "What the hell are you guys doing?"