[ That isn't an ordinary wolf, even if he wouldn't have expected there to be any sort of ordinary wolf down here anyway. So even if Allen stops as soon as he's seen her, he hesitates and isn't immediately defensive. Something about her, it's familiar... ]
—! Ah! [ The way Timcanpy twists towards him and bobs for a moment helps confirm it, but upon seeing the markings on Kage's forehead it also comes rushing back and he points an alarmed finger at her. ]
You're that guy's omen...! [ "That guy." Allen Walker, ladies and gentleman.
But he's hurried forward very quickly in rising concern. Omens aren't usually seen away from their persons like this, are they? And she seems distressed and like she wants his attention.
His steps slow when he looks up and sees, of all things, what looks like the faint light of the streets of Trench in the distance. The cobblestone road, wrought iron lamps -- is that it, the exit? Finally, after all this time down here? ]
The exit? But... [ Something is wrong. This whole situation is wrong and makes him press his lips together thinly, suddenly much more on guard and looking around for any sort of danger. ] Where's your mast—? Uah!
[ He's cut short as his foot slips and he would almost go tumbling down into the same pit if his reflexes were any worse, left hand clamping down onto the edge to catch himself. As there is indeed a pit that has suddenly opened up and appeared right under his feet where before there was none. Shit. ]
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—! Ah! [ The way Timcanpy twists towards him and bobs for a moment helps confirm it, but upon seeing the markings on Kage's forehead it also comes rushing back and he points an alarmed finger at her. ]
You're that guy's omen...! [ "That guy." Allen Walker, ladies and gentleman.
But he's hurried forward very quickly in rising concern. Omens aren't usually seen away from their persons like this, are they? And she seems distressed and like she wants his attention.
His steps slow when he looks up and sees, of all things, what looks like the faint light of the streets of Trench in the distance. The cobblestone road, wrought iron lamps -- is that it, the exit? Finally, after all this time down here? ]
The exit? But... [ Something is wrong. This whole situation is wrong and makes him press his lips together thinly, suddenly much more on guard and looking around for any sort of danger. ] Where's your mast—? Uah!
[ He's cut short as his foot slips and he would almost go tumbling down into the same pit if his reflexes were any worse, left hand clamping down onto the edge to catch himself. As there is indeed a pit that has suddenly opened up and appeared right under his feet where before there was none. Shit. ]