Allen fell limp in the Generals arms then shortly after began to shake in pain as the injuries he sustained made themselves known as his relief slowly left his system. The red haired man felt the change and quickly lifted the teen up into his arms so he could lay him down on the bench. As soon as the boy's body was resting on the bench he used a healing spell on him making sure to heal every major injury before focusing on the small bruises and scratches. The only thing he couldn't do anything with was the concussion. Once he was done he turned his eye back to Allen. The silver eyed gaze of the teen looked dazed and glassy with tears so he began to pet the child's hair in a soothing manner slowly lulling him back to sleep.
After Marian was sure his son was deeply asleep he began to think. He wanted to run as far from Tiedoll as he possibly could, but the concussion worried him deeply. The last time Allen had a concussion they had to stay in place for weeks with him in bed 24/7 because it confused his innocence to the point that it was randomly activating for hours. His reflexes had never been tested to that extent before so he himself had been surprised that he has such fast reaction time. Thinking back to that time he began to calculate how much time they have before the confusion sets in. 4 hours. 'Well damn. That isn't enough time to get far.'
Kanda looked at his General with angry blue eyes. He had asked the old man multiple times why they were following some random red haired man, but he hadn't been given an answer just got ushered onto a train. He sat with his arms crossed over his chest sulking like a child, who didn't get the toy they wanted. Marie sat next to him just as calm and collected as ever. He too had been waiting for the answers. The General had been tight lipped for some reason and seemed to be deep in his thoughts. The train ride itself was uneventful and boring with no talk passing by between the men.
General Froi Tiedoll was still trying to understand what had happened. He hadn't seen the red haired General in years. Hell they had considered the man dead multiple times for years only to have fresh rumours still pouring in about him. He himself didn't think the genius could be killed easily, but going on for years without any contact meant he had his doubts about the rumours. This sighting of his colleague was exciting and gave him new hope. It also made him fear for the other man's life, who had no way of knowing about the targeted attacks against generals so he had made the only choice any man in his place should and began to follow him. The grey haired man looked at his sons and thought he should tell them why they are making such a big detour. "The person we're following is General Cross." He sighed then went on. "He had disappeared years ago, but had never been declared as dead because we still heard rumours about him. I don't know what he's doing or who that boy is he has with him, but we need to take him back to the Order to keep him safe."
The younger men looked on in shock. They had heard tales about the elusive man, but never thought they will ever meet him. They thought he was just a myth to give exorcists a morality boost. To learn he's real and likely most of the things if not everything they heard about him is true shook them to the core. The man is a legend amongst the exorcists and finders, you can always hear a story or two being whispered about him in the cafeteria.
The train stopped at a smaller city called Mooredocks. Cross had stepped off with his son safely tucked in his arms and his golem under his hat. They didn't have anything with them since everything they owned was lost at the inn's collapse, but he has an old friend living here, who would always welcome him in his home so it wasn't a big problem. Of course he has to replace everything at some time. For now though he had to make sure they got to the house before the first involuntary activation took place or they would be in deep trouble. Having only around twenty minutes or so to get there he marched through the crowd not caring who he pushed out of his way there was no time for politeness.
After fifteen minutes of walking briskly he came upon their destination. His relief though was short lived as he felt the teen's left arm twitch under his hand in the tell-tale sign of his innocence trying to activate itself. It wasn't successful, but soon it will try again and succeed for it always does. He's lucky the disorientation that came with the concussion makes it harder for the innocence to activate. He ran the rest of the way to the house and broke down the door on his way inside having no time to wait for someone to open it for him. As soon as he was through the door he made his way to the stairs and ran up taking the steps two at a time. He was maybe halfway up when his son moaned and his arm activated, its claws lashed out erratically and taking out a part of the banister. The wood broke easily under the sudden force with splinters raining down onto the ground along with a big chunk of polished wood. Cross stood absolutely still barely even breathing so as to not alert it to his presence, not even reacting when a fist punched a crater into the wall beside his head. He had learned the hard way that in moments like these he needs to be as non-threatening as he could or face a long battle where he needs to tire his son out to the point of not being able to keep his Innocence active. Since his boy had many injuries he had barely any energy meaning the arm turned back to normal after just two minutes. Making the rest of the walk towards the room he always occupies here at a slow pace was a must to not aggravate the innocence into a forced activation.
The room was just as he had left the last time. The only difference he could see was the colour of the sheets on the bed. It was well kept so the must have cleaned it periodically just to be ready for him for whenever he would come here again. To think he was still so very welcomed in this house with an old friend to talk to was refreshing. He put his son down on the bed, pulled the covers over him then sat down in a chair next to the bed and began petting his hair waiting for the next activation to come.
Leon Barnsten had been an accomplished scientist for long years before the fight between the akumas and the Order broke out. He had wanted to keep out of it as much as he could, then his best friend and fellow scientist was discovered to be compatible with an innocence shard and whisked away from their labour. He had been angry at first then he decided to immense himself in any and all studies to help him end the war and come home. So far they had only been able to get him tools to keep him safer. He hadn't seen his friend in years, but they had talked over the phone sometimes. It was far from what he had been used to. He was so used to having him there all the time to talk to, to lean on when times were hard that the moment he lost him to the Order reality slapped him in the face. He had relied on him that for months he hadn't been able to get anything done. To think a prideful man like him can be so dependent made him laugh to this in the solidarity of his bureau.
The grey haired scientist was walking home after a long day of work in the labs. He had been working on something that has the potential to help his friend. He has no specifics as of right now so he won't tell him, but he still hopes it won't be long. As he got to his house he saw his repairman working on his door with the help of his butler. Upon his arrival the men informed him that his friend had come to his house and for some reason broke his door down not waiting for anyone to open the door for him.
"You're guest hadn't stopped at this. He also broke part of the banister and left a crater in the wall." said Jay his butler. There was a hint of worry in his voice making him alarmed. "I tried to talk to him, but he locked himself in his room and wouldn't let anyone in."
Leon nodded his head while looking at all the damage done to his home and couldn't help the rise of his own worry. The door was the only thing that looked to have been broken down by Cross. Everything else looked like someone had hit or punched it with an enormous hand. It didn't look like an akuma, more like some type of accommodator with little to no control of either their movements during a fight or the innocence itself. He made his way up to the damaged part of the banister and looked at it more closely. His earlier assumption still seemed to be the case so he went up to his friend's room and knocked on the door.
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