That's what it's like after that glacier hits like a frigid meteorite, pummeling into the ground with a force that smashes it to pieces. Powdered remains of it hanging briefly like snow in the air while most if it falls apart in larger fragments that crack and groan as they fracture, like glaciers giving way into the ocean. It smells fresh and clean, thin, and covers up even much of the destruction and massacre from before. Like a blanket, one that covers up even where it struck and buried the level four and Allen's sword.
But Allen is still silent too, even if it takes Shouto time to get there or find him. Flung against the corner of a building in a pile of tattered white that covers most of him, there's a dark smoke that curls off his body and cloak with a faint hissing sound. As for how he got there or seems unscathed at least from the impact -- it's a question more for his own Innocence... and Timcanpy. Who's sitting next to his ear, and very quiet himself as he leans forward to stare down at Allen's unresponsive face, and in fact might be the most noticeable thing in this landscape with his brightly golden color.
He pats Allen's cheek insistently with a small, chubby hand; where black stars have spread across his skin like measles might. Wake up? Wake up... ]
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That's what it's like after that glacier hits like a frigid meteorite, pummeling into the ground with a force that smashes it to pieces. Powdered remains of it hanging briefly like snow in the air while most if it falls apart in larger fragments that crack and groan as they fracture, like glaciers giving way into the ocean. It smells fresh and clean, thin, and covers up even much of the destruction and massacre from before. Like a blanket, one that covers up even where it struck and buried the level four and Allen's sword.
But Allen is still silent too, even if it takes Shouto time to get there or find him. Flung against the corner of a building in a pile of tattered white that covers most of him, there's a dark smoke that curls off his body and cloak with a faint hissing sound. As for how he got there or seems unscathed at least from the impact -- it's a question more for his own Innocence... and Timcanpy. Who's sitting next to his ear, and very quiet himself as he leans forward to stare down at Allen's unresponsive face, and in fact might be the most noticeable thing in this landscape with his brightly golden color.
He pats Allen's cheek insistently with a small, chubby hand; where black stars have spread across his skin like measles might. Wake up? Wake up... ]