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Picked back up again...

You know just because you want to have me in your head again doesn't mean it's gonna work out. I mean come on, you've tried it out a second time already and that was a major flop. You can't go blaming it on the place being dead either. You had your plate fuller than it should've been.

Tch, just let me go back in that graveyard. It's better in there anyway. Even if it's getting crowded.

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Graveyard?

[He looks dubious.]

... I'm not sure I want to know why you would want to go back to a graveyard, if it's getting crowded, Lavi.

[Staring at until he figures out whether or not you're his Cap. Once he does his face...stays hard.]

It's a place in her head where muses go and they normally don't come back.

Edited 2012-09-16 06:10 (UTC)

[No, he's just a standard, run-of-the-mill Allen, for as standard and run-of-the-mill as Allen can get. Third uniform, Timcanpy hat. He's standing a little straighter than he was a moment ago and frowning at how Lavi's face doesn't seem to change.

Ah -- he knows of alternate universes, but it's hard to imagine Lavi as anything aside from bubbly and cheerful and trying to braid Kanda's hair.

It's... off-putting.]

People aren't really meant to come back from graveyards unless they're visiting their loved ones.

[Hence, why he isn't sure he wants to know why you would go to one to begin with.]

[He's run into very few of them even in the hay-day of the DR, most that he found himself running into were AUs. Like his beloved friend, normal_really, who was dead at home and went to his DR-wife's home in the end.

Lavi tilts his head a little bit, hands jammed in his pockets. The edges of his pants are frayed and covered in soot.]

It's not a typical graveyard, it's a place where we voices in their heads go when they don't hear us anymore.

[All the better, he'd think the majority of the versions of himself are fakes. Or, they were... actually, he'd rather not think about what it would be like to talk to himself. ~~(They know too much)~~.

That's... well, actually, that's not terribly odd. If this Lavi is anything like he knows of Lavis, they're all rather dangerous with their affinity for fire, and catching things on fire.

(He still hasn't quite forgotten the Ark, after all, even if it's one of those things that is rather Do Not Talk About.)

But, ah, he understands -- he ~~painsteakingly tolerates~~ shares a headspace with a good number of retired muses as well, after all. It still unsettles him, but he understands.]

That's a little cruel, don't you think? To send you to a graveyard. [There's a bit of a bratty look on his face at that.] Why not somewhere a little warmer?

[And, a moment later, his face breaks out in a small laugh; something not entirely genuine, but goodhearted nontheless.]

... and with a lot of food...

[Or something. HE'S JUDGING YOU, LAVI-MUN.]

[They never seemed fake to him. Most were still the same annoying yet inspiring captain that he had come to respect and follow at home. Yet they had something different about them, mostly Innocence. He learned not to think about it too much.

Those flames grew to be fake after a while though, the ones in the Ark. And his are too for the most part. The scorching is just from the heat build up and his lighter.]

I've been a dead muse before, makes sense to toss me there. [Though this one is all about warmth, he's like a cat.

Shrugging.] No need for food or warmth when you're dead.

[Perhaps it's different, talking to various versions of your friends versus various versions of yourself. He's still content to think they're fake. Or, at least, he's content to remain forever dubious of them. Only Allen really knows what's going on in his head at any given time -- or, at least, he thought he knew, but that is a subject that is neither here nor there -- and the thought that someone else might know (despite the things that have transpired in the recent months) is just...

... gross. It's gross.

But, that is a subject for a different day.

And an affinity for fire is an affinity for fire. Perhaps it's better that Lavi's flames are "fake"; who knows how long the Order's castle would have remained standing if they weren't.

TLDR aside, have a charming -- good-natured, maybe even lightly teasing -- sort of smirk.] There are plenty of better places to be, like India.

[On second thought...]

... maybe not India.

Spain is pretty warm.

[And the food is delicious!

His smile widens a little (charming) and he tilts his head.]

And you look pretty alive to me.

[Really do need to get you out there in the world, Allen, get you used to those "fakes" that you see. Because they're not as fake as you think.

This Lavi certainly isn't. Would you be talking to him if he was?

Granted, he too can't stand talking to versions of himself, something about them that he just can't tolerate. Almost like a redheaded Crow, it's that fake happiness.

What's up with that.

But if you think about it, Allen. If you really think about it. Thousands of people know what happened. Millions. You just don't talk to them.

More like a high-rise for him. But he doesn't stay there. None of them stay there, that's just where their base is.]

I'd rather stay in Japan. [It's home. Even if he's estranged from the old man.]

That's because she's got it in her head to try and bring me back. [Rolling his remaining eye.] It's not going to work.

[Japan...

Something flickers in his features, almost like a passing shadow in his eyes. There's a slight twitch in his lips from where he might have been on the verge of reeling back to ask about that.

Japan, and everything that had happened in Japan with the Earl, the Akuma...

(It's all so after the fact, now, reduced to report after report, faded memories, and more of those things on the List of Things To Not Talk About. After the fact, and so long ago, and there's nothing he could have done about it then, and there's nothing that he can really do about it now, but God he wishes there was...)

Keep walking...

Perhaps the one good thing about alternate universes, then, is that there are some worlds that so many people had not died because of (pointless?) wars.

It just makes him sad that it can't be all worlds.

(But also a little happy, because it meant that there were at least some lucky worlds.)

... It's only a flicker, though, and he's meeting Lavi's gaze again with another smile.]

Home is where the heart is?

[Coming from a boy who.... Has rather mixed feelings of the concept.]

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[But, ah...]

Why wouldn't you want to be back, though?

[He's heard from others that in their worlds Japan is destroyed, glassed, but it's not his Japan. The worst the Noah can do in his world is get all the Regalia and rule the skies and roads. The Exorcists and the other teams won't let that happen.

Though in theirs some people died still. And some people didn't. Anita was a strong leader in theirs. Alma was another matter entirely.]

Home is where I'm comfortable. Home is where I have the skies to Run in.

[Lavi takes his hands out of his pockets and crosses his chest with them.]

Because the last time I was out she turned me into a girl. Had me back with the one person I want dead. Not a good time in my life. Who'd want that lingering over their head?

[He really could have gone without knowing that there was a possibility of being turned into a girl, Lavi. Really.

(Though, logically, if there could be truth to the fact that there are multiple worlds, is that possibility at all rather--

-- no, no. He'd rather just not think about it.)

Right. He's just going to pretend like he hadn't heard that part.]

Does it have to "linger" over your head at all?

[Do you smell the incoming jesusing yet?]

[You were the one asking questions, Allen. Would you rather Lavi lie about the whole thing?

(He'd love to hear about a train that went no where, just around and around, but right now Lavi doesn't have those memories anymore.)]

If there's one thing I've learned, you can't outrun the past. No matter how fast you can Run.

[His hasn't Jesused at him in a while.]

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[His expression flickers a little, tightens. Ah--]

No. [It's softly said, like remembering something from a long time ago. Something painful and sad, and yet fond. His lips pull back into that smile again.

Gentle.] No, you can't.

But.

[... heh.]

You can't keep moving forward, if you're always looking back.

Even if you've had a lot of bad things happen in the past, you can't let yourself forget that there's always a future, that there's something for you up ahead. You just have to...

[Mm.]

... you just have to keep walking.

Ah, you know what they say: whatever doesn't kill you will always make you stronger.

[Smile.]

[This face?

This is a face that has heard all the words before and while they normally make an impact when his captain says them...

Well, it's just not the same with an Allen he doesn't know and doesn't trust.]

Just what I need, a stronger Tyki to take down. Thanks. [Because they thought they killed him but turns out he's still kicking as a half-cyborg...]

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Picked back up again...

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1/2 oh boy...

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2/2, sorry!

You're fine, used to tl;dr/multi-parts with Allens!

Yeah, he talks a lot!

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