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Name: Griffin (griffins)
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Another Christmas... So that makes me sixteen. It's still hard to believe how much has happened in just one year.

I hope the holiday is going well for everyone!

It was increasingly difficult to do anything unobserved these days, especially since the animal virus caused him to seemingly drop off the face of the Order. Still, there were a few times when Link left him alone. Fortunately today's lunch was one of them. Allen would surely be stopped if he tried to leave the cafeteria on his own, but for now it should be safe to talk for a little while.

As soon as his conversation with Bella ended, Allen set the computer aside (the outside looked like an ordinary journal, for which he should probably thank Komui sometime) and went back to finishing his 30th bowl of pasta. His white hair and the giant pile of empty dishes on the table in front of him should make him fairly visible among the crowd of Finders and other Exorcists.

Thank you again for helping me during the virus, Arche. It was fun finally getting to see another world, even if it wasn't really yours. It would've been nice to be able to see it as a human, though because by the time I was, the situation was just awkward.

That world was called... Auldrant, right? I'm not sure who on the community is a native of the place, but it was very beautiful, especially the ring in the sky.

[Filtered - Bella]
Bella... Can I talk to you?

Bandwagoning because I love these kinds of things~ Comment here to know what my characters think of yours. Not like either of them really know that many people, but...

Allen Walker not_abeansprout
Anise Tatlin tokugirl

I am Vanilla Flavoured. I am one of the most popular flavours in the world. Subtle and smooth, I go reasonably with anyone, and rarely do anything to offend. I can be expected to be blending in in society. What Flavour Are You?

...The 'octopus on your head' answer in the last question hit a little too close to home.

( 20 things you never knew about Allen, but probably don't care about anyway )
This is mostly headcanon, with some elaboration on actual canon facts thrown in.

I'll keep walking, Mana. Just like I promised.

For my friends in the Order... for all the humans and Akuma in the world. I won't stop until they're all safe.

A lost child and a pierrot. That's all we are, Mana. I don't want to know anything more.


[ooc: it had to happen eventually, poor kid]

General Cross Marion was completely insane.

Not that Allen hadn't suspected this before, but it seemed joining this community had only made things worse. Asking Allen for a polar bear that can drink 'Coca-Cola', whatever that was, and dancing penguins...

The young Exorcist knew that his Master was probably drunk, but Cross was always probably drunk. Drunk or sober made no difference, anyway. Cross remembered his demands.

Despite that, though, Allen had been ready to ignore Cross, mostly because he was in the future and would probably not be able to punish him for another few weeks. Probably. But then Arche stepped in, and now Allen found himself bundled up in his heaviest winter uniform and standing in a few feet of snow covering the polar icecap. It had been surprisingly easy to sneak away from the man who was supposedly keeping watch over him day and night; Allen would have to thank Lavi later for the help. Getting onto the Ark was a bit more difficult, but he managed it in the end.

Crossing one arm over the other and wishing he'd put on a layer or ten more, Allen waited for Arche to arrive, hoping this wasn't going to turn out like that time Cross had wanted a lion...

Stupid Master... He hasn't changed at all.

Something's going to happen, and he's not telling me what. Even if it's something bad... I want to know so I can change it. But I should've figured out by now that he never explains anything until he feels like it. And it's always somehow still my fault for not knowing.

But he really better not take my paycheck to buy alcohol.

There's nothing to do but wait. At the very least, I'm getting used to the mirror by now...