144.98750: PUBLIC CHANNEL, D90 (evening)

[whattaprick]

[ Hey, guess who has his voice back? Turns out traveling to Mainframe gives you plenty of voices to hear. But is he actually going to report back with anything useful? ]

"All of Man’s works, all his cities, all his empires, all his monuments will one day crumble to dust. Even the houses of my own dear readers must – though it be for just one day, one hour be ruined and become houses where the stones are mortared with moonlight, windowed with starlight and furnished with the dusty wind. It is said that in that day, in that hour, our houses become the possessions of the Raven King."

[ For once, his voice isn't carrying that edge of mocking, actually managing to sound solemn and thoughtful -- not that it lasts. There's the sound of a book being snapped shut, and Lambert resumes the rest of the radio post speaking in his normal tone of voice: just a touch insufferably smug. ]

Maybe Master Strange should consider becoming a poet, if he ever gets bored of being a magician.

[ And then, as an off-handed follow-up to that: ]

All scouts and nightrunners, report in. Let 'em know what they're in for.

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truth

[showmystar]

[Oh, was that rude of him? Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned it yeah you know what nevermind it probably is just his personality. Allen has found Kanda 2.0

wryly] I'll keep an eye out for it. [He's not looking forward to having his own fun experiences here.] So long as I can still fight, I suppose it won't be a problem.

kanda 2.0 oh god

[whattaprick]

You fight? [ That explains the scars -- well, the other option was that he was some kind of construct or experiment. He also asks that question with way too much interest. ]

he fights with a sword, his hair is weird, it's perfect!

[showmystar]

[Allen makes a small noise of affirmation. It's like you can hear the nod]

I'm an Exorcist. A soldier in a secret war. I destroy Akuma and protect humanity.

. . . Or something like that. [He chuckles self-deprecatingly. Everything is much more complicated now.]

[whattaprick]

Another one?

[ That ... might not be the answer Allen's expecting. ]

How many of you are there?

[ And why are you all teenagers??? ]

[showmystar]

Another one? [He mumbles this. Definitely not the answer he was expecting, excuse u these teenagers could kick your ass!!! maybe]

Ah, I'm not sure how many. Why? Who else is here?

[Please don't be another friend here to drag him back to the Order like they think they're being Helpful they're n o t]

[whattaprick]

Shima, Okumura -- we've even got two of those. Names ring any bells?

[showmystar]

[He shakes his head before remembering he can't actually see him.]

No. [He seems cautiously relieved, and now, a little curious.] I'll have to meet them sometime. And they're really Exorcists? Not the "toss holy water at a hysterical little girl" type?

[whattaprick]

I've yet to see them actually exorcise anything, but they can fight.

[ Also one of them summons demons and the other is literally a half ??? Demon ??? He'll let Allen discover that on his own, though. ]

[showmystar]

Huh. Alright.

[He's a little excited to see them, now. Maybe they're new Exorcists from back home who don't know his whole Noah deal! That would be nice.]

Earlier, though, you seemed interested in the fact that I fight. Would you like to spar sometime? [Because honestly, that's the only explanation he can come up with, and he needs a sparring partner anyway]

[whattaprick]

[ And then shenanigans happen. ]

Why not? I'm getting rusty, anyway.

Don't have a proper spot to practice, though, so we'll probably have to find something. How much damage can that 'Crown Clown' of yours do, anyway?

[ Is it particularly important for Allen not to talk about this in public? Well, too late now! ]

[showmystar]

[GEE THANKS FOR THE CALL OUT POST LAMBERT nah it's okay, that's one thing he doesn't try to hide.]

Depends. If there's anything remotely evil in your body, it might hurt quite a lot. Otherwise, my Edge is just like any other claw.

[He speaks like he's downplaying it by a lot. It's not like he's going to reveal all his tricks~]

[whattaprick]

[ So he isn't as dumb as he acts with all the smiles, huh? That suits Lambert well enough, grin audible as he responds: ]

Some people would call us devils in the flesh, but I get the feeling you might have a different definition of 'evil' in mind.

[showmystar]

I think you called it . . . demonic? So whatever that means for you.

[He's by no means going to start calling Lambert a devil, anyway.]

[whattaprick]

Hm. In that case, I'm definitely not a demon. Let's hope it sees it the same way.

[showmystar]

We'll see. [There's a devious glint to his voice. Now he's just messing with him.] Let me know when you're ready for me.

[whattaprick]

I should be asking that question of you. That hole in your stomach patched up already?

[ Even a witcher wouldn't have recovered that quickly. ]

[showmystar]

[THAT he doesn't want on the airwaves]

It'sfine! Ah. I heal quickly . . . !

[It's definitely not closed up.]

[whattaprick]

[ Allen's going to have to imagine the dead eyed stare Lambert is giving the radio here. ]

Rrright. Well, you've still got to get settled in and figure out the rest of this place, and I've got to figure out what there is for nightrunners to do. We'll get that sparring in soon enough.

[showmystar]

[He can practically hear that stare.]

Sounds good. I'll let you get back to it, then.