Allen just had the best of luck. He'd been going after Lavi, who managed to stay out of his reach for a decent amount of time after dropping one of Allen's best props and breaking it, which was odd seeing as the thing was metal. Of course, Allen never was so careless with his things, and had never dropped it on accident before. The metal could have just been poorly made. Either way, the thing drew attention from crowds, and Lavi busted it.
So now, as was the laws of nature, Allen was going to kill him. The brat had been messing with the rest of the group and wasn't even able to get a good job to pay for enough food. He was just dead weight (not that Allen was doing anything to support his arse).
Returning to the present, Lavi managed to lose Allen, who found himself in a empty alleyway. The redhead seemed to be getting the hang of the streets. Then again, Allen got distracted before he was serious about teaching the redhead a thorough lesson.
While Allen had lost his original target, that one guy was back. The one with the stupid blue/purple hair, and was standing next to the costume clad boy. It was just idiotic for the kid to dress up if he was gonna be constantly followed around by such a conspicuous guy. Robbery only works if the thief is unrecognizable.
They were making a mockery of the art of thieving. Not that it was an art, but Allen could personally feel the pain from such a poor attempt. Since it was those two idiots causing the pain, Allen had to get rid of them. The brat would be foolish enough to get caught in even a simple net trap. The man would be spotted normally in the streets and get caught. Fools, the both of them. Allen might as well prevent that from happening and deal with them now. They might even be grateful, since it would mean they'd never get caught by the police.
Climbing up to the roof that they currently resided on - which was extremely weird seeing as they were easy seen since the moon was shining - Allen hid himself from view to observe. There was the possibility that they had some sort of trick which allowed them to escape capture despite their appearances. However, neither of them were doing much other than standing, and the brat looked like he was posing for the world to see. Idiot.
Allen jumped out from the shadows and flew at the adult, sending a kick to his head. The guy dodged somehow, even though it looked like Allen's foot just barely nicked the side of his head. He hid behind the kid, who turned to watch Allen. Even with his head covered, you could smell the fear radiating off of him. If Allen had to guess, his facial expressions were downright bloodthirsty. He growled and went to swipe the feet from under the kid, absentmindedly noting that he seemed a little bit taller than the previous day. The kid fell onto the roof, and then somehow managed to slide off and hit the ground below.
Somehow he was able to stand up with little effort and sprint away from Allen. The other guy who was hiding behind previously started to spring after the brat after sending Allen a wide-eyes look, which Allen returned with a glare.
"Come back here you swamp-donkeys! I ain't done with you!" Allen shouted as he chased after the two. He knew he was being loud, but no one was gonna stop him. The kid was a fast runner and managed to evade Allen a couple of times, partly because he knew the area even better than Allen did. But Allen wasn't gonna get lost that easily. Up onto buildings and under stairs, jumping from building to building and sliding down poles, the chase continued with little change. Up until the point where Allen jumped from the top of a building to crash into the running child below him.
The brat started screaming, and some poor bloke decided to look into the darkness and see what was happening. He really should have stayed in bed.
The second he was in sight of the brat, something happened. The brat underneath Allen froze and the guy all of a sudden jumped into action and sprinted away. The colorful guy followed, leaving his friend behind.
Allen decided to rip the mask off of the brat, who wasn't actually a brat anymore but a young adult, probably around the age of 17. Allen didn't let himself get caught up in the confusion after seeing so many other weird things, and instead chased after the colorful dude again. Maybe the brat was magical.
Allen might as well prevent that from happening and deal with them now. They might even be grateful, since it would mean they'd never get caught by the police.
Climbing up to the roof that they currently resided on - which was extremely weird seeing as they were easy seen since the moon was shining - Allen hid himself from view to observe. There was the possibility that they had some sort of trick which allowed them to escape capture despite their appearances. However, neither of them were doing much other than standing, and the brat looked like he was posing for the world to see. Idiot.
Allen jumped out from the shadows and flew at the adult, sending a kick to his head. The guy dodged somehow, even though it looked like Allen's foot just barely nicked the side of his head. He hid behind the kid, who turned to watch Allen. Even with his head covered, you could smell the fear radiating off of him. If Allen had to guess, his facial expressions were downright bloodthirsty. He growled and went to swipe the feet from under the kid, absentmindedly noting that he seemed a little bit taller than the previous day. The kid fell onto the roof, and then somehow managed to slide off and hit the ground below.
Somehow he was able to stand up with little effort and sprint away from Allen. The other guy who was hiding behind previously started to spring after the brat after sending Allen a wide-eyes look, which Allen returned with a glare.
"Come back here you swamp-donkeys! I ain't done with you!" Allen shouted as he chased after the two. He knew he was being loud, but no one was gonna stop him. The kid was a fast runner and managed to evade Allen a couple of times, partly because he knew the area even better than Allen did. But Allen wasn't gonna get lost that easily. Up onto buildings and under stairs, jumping from building to building and sliding down poles, the chase continued with little change. Up until the point where Allen jumped from the top of a building to crash into the running child below him.
The brat started screaming, and some poor bloke decided to look into the darkness and see what was happening. He really should have stayed in bed.
The second he was in sight of the brat, something happened. The costumed figure underneath Allen froze and the random guy jumped into action and sprinted away. The colorful guy followed, leaving his friend behind.
Allen decided to rip the mask off of the brat, who wasn't actually a brat anymore but a young adult, probably around the age of 17. Allen didn't let himself get caught up in the confusion after seeing so many other weird things, and instead chased after the colorful dude again. Maybe the brat was magical. Wouldn't be the first group of weird ass people he's met.
The chase continued until the old guy, who somehow managed to find a costume, spotted a group of police and veered quickly to the left.
He hit the solid form of some tall, sharp-faced guy in black and red. With barely a glance, Allen had an oddly strong desire to cut off the white part of his his hair and bend the ears until they curved like a normal human's. He held back his desire, though. That was a little odd even for him.
Especially when the grown adult began whimpering like a child at the sight of the costume clad person in front of him.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you!" He sputtered out, tears gathering in his eyes. The colorful guy started laughing at him, and the weird thing behind him looked extremely angry before hitting him on the head.
Within moments, the guy's entire personality changed. He went from a massive wimp to some raging badass, and Allen could have sworn the guy's eyes went black. He decided to ignore that in favor of watching the costumed guy start balling his eyes out with an awful crying sound. He jumped away and started running back towards Allen, who let him run. The exorcist - the stranger was wearing such odd clothing, so he had to be a cult member - flipped back to his wimpy personality the moment the kid was out of sight. After a quickly forming blush appeared, he disappeared as well. Allen made a mental note to ask Lavi about this future obstacle. Might as well make use of the idiot while he was still with them.
Then he sighed and began the chase once more. It didn't last long, however. In the process of tracking down the kid, he located Tyki with said brat in his grasp.
"Ah, I knew it was you, brat. Why you chasing this freak? He's bawling his eyes out 'cause of you." Tyki complained, and the eccentric arse standing next to him laughed his ass off, falling to the floor. Allen fixed him with a glare that did nothing. "Oi, what're ya lookin' at? I mean, yer normally spacy and all, but this is just weird."
"It's that bloody arsehole that doesn't know how ta hide."
"Brat, there's no one there. Ya need yer eyes checked or something?" As Tyki said that, the guy in his grasp lost all movement and slumped down to the ground, only to wake up a moment later.
"Huh? Eh? Where am I?" A completely different voice came out that the one that was previously screaming their bloody head off. Allen quickly knocked him out. He was distracting from the form leaving the body with a blue light. Teeth bared, Allen ran after them, jumping onto buildings and over gaps. Tyki began to follow him on the ground with surprising ease for such a stick-like man.
Allen ended up on the roof of some random building separated from the others. The kid he saw previously was resting there while the blue form of him slipped into the body. Allen forced it out of his mind, favoring to deal with that later when he didn't want to kill anyone.
He lifted the kid's body up by the hair on his scalp. The brat looked younger than Eeez and even less cared for. There was also some weird bump on his forehead where the bandana had been ripped off when Allen lifted him up.
There was some sort of noise coming from the staircase, so Allen took the boy and ran, just before his wailing started. Allen quickly shut that up by stuffing the bandana into his mouth, but the tears just kept leaking out. The eccentric man was chasing after them, but didn't have contact with either Allen or the boy. Allen noted the man's feet did not fully touch the ground as he 'ran'.
One crazy thing after another, it would seem. He really hoped the cult didn't show up around where he was going. Those two crazy guys from before were enough to deal with.
Allen briefly wondered if vampires were real before forcing that thought out of his mind as well. He already saw what could be a ghost, and there were those giant killing machines. One more doesn't matter, there was no reason to waste brain power over it.
"Hey, Boy, you're back. What's with the kid, though? Eeez isn't enough for you?" Tyki asked around the cigarette in his mouth. Allen thought about smacking it out but fought down the urge. Tyki wasn't the one currently on his hit list. First it was the kid, then the ghost thing, and after that the cult. Lavi was in there somewhere as well, but Allen didn't have the time to get the rest of his thoughts straight.
"I saw a vampire, that guy-" Allen pointed to the man floating a few feet away who looked like he was about to cry, "is a ghost that's following around this brat who has a doofer in his forehead, and the cult is running around somewhere and I'm damn tired of them." Tyki blinked once, twice, then grinned.
"You're life is Hell, huh, boy? How'd ya manage all that?" Tyki continued laughing even after a bump formed on his head and blood dripped slowly into his eyes. The kid started wailing again. Allen didn't know when the brat regained consciousness.
"Ah, shut yer trap, it's bloody annoying ta hear yer screamin'. Now, tell me 'bout this ghost thing ya do. It's annoyin' ta deal with." The brat cowered back, covering the gem with his hands, and Allen yanked him up. A smile Tyki had never seen crossed Allen's face. The boy looked gentle, despite his aggressive actions and the words that spewed from his mouth.
"Now c'mon kid, I won't be mean if ya tell me real quick why you can ghost places. As long as you don't take over one of my people, we're fine."
"I-I-I don't knooooowww!" The boy wailed louder than he had before, and Allen covered his mouth.
"Dammit! Those cult members are gonna find their way here 'cause of this brat!" Allen fumed, the angelic face entirely gone and instead replaced by the rage Tyki was so used to. "We gotta get out of here, soon!"
"Let's head back to the others. Tell 'em ta pack everythin' up to head out. It'll take a bit to get movin'. Brink the boy with us, or they'll be able ta take him." Allen paused briefly in his pacing. Tyki could see the ideas forming under the white hair.
Allen's grin was all teeth. "They'll be so pissed when they see the brat isn't in the town anymore. I bet they came 'ere lookin for 'im. No way that cult would be fine with me takin' him away from 'em. 'Sides, Eeez could use another brat ta hang 'round with, no?" Tears formed in the boy's eyes, but he didn't activate his body-swap abilities against Allen or Tyki. Allen scared him too much to even try.
"Boy," Tyki said, directing his words to Allen. "Move yer hand and lemme talk with 'im." Allen did as asked and glared the boy in warning. "Well, boy, what's yer name?"
"Timothy…"
"Nice ta meet ya Timothy, I'm Tyki Mikk, this is Allen. We travel around the world looking for interesting places and good jobs. Yer gonna be comin' with us and leavin' this place behind. Ya look like an orphanage kid, right? Well, so are we, but we've grown up a bit. There's one boy back at our place around yer age. Sorry, but I don't think ya'll be able ta say bye to yer orphanage family. We gotta head out right about now, or some annoyin' people will take ya with them and train ya fer war. I'm pretty sure we're tha better option, no?"
The brat's reaction to Tyki was completely different than what it was to Allen. Instead of blubbering more, that brat calmed down. Allen turned away to hide his scowl, to the amusement of Tyki.
"Great, now let's head on out ta see Eeez and the others. I'm sure you'll like 'em. They might look mean, but those other two are big softies on the inside. One's even scared o' ghosts. He admits it, too." Tyki took the kid by his hand and started walking towards the group. Allen followed close behind, knowing he would easily get lost in the large city. There was still a good chance of that happening even when following Tyki, but Allen just remembered that he wasn't actually a brat anymore. No way was he taking Tyki's hand and acting like one again.
