[Allen won't be accepting any Lambert brews next time, that's for sure.
This is the first time Allen really gets a good look at Axel, too. The changes throw him, but used to shooting before the Akuma do, he grips his left arm. Work, Innocence, work!!! He's wincing a bit from the trip up, favoring his right side, and rather than looking Axel in the face, he's staring just beyond him.
An untethered soul. That's strange.]
I'm . . . new, yes. Ah. Sorry. [His gaze drops to Axel's, and he rubs his wrist like it's just sore and he's not shouting at it in his head.] I'm Allen Walker.
[A carnival worker that reads as an Akuma with an untethered soul that looks pretty damn similar to the body........in a kilt. how is he supposed to handle this what is happening]
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This is the first time Allen really gets a good look at Axel, too. The changes throw him, but used to shooting before the Akuma do, he grips his left arm. Work, Innocence, work!!! He's wincing a bit from the trip up, favoring his right side, and rather than looking Axel in the face, he's staring just beyond him.
An untethered soul. That's strange.]
I'm . . . new, yes. Ah. Sorry. [His gaze drops to Axel's, and he rubs his wrist like it's just sore and he's not shouting at it in his head.] I'm Allen Walker.
[A carnival worker that reads as an Akuma with an untethered soul that looks pretty damn similar to the body........in a kilt. how is he supposed to handle this what is happening]