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animus_network2013-01-25 10:40 pm
whiteblackknight) wrote in animus_network2013-01-25 10:40 pm
Entry tags:
3rd Invocation; legatto, through and through; Video; to Sheba and Naoya
[The young man on the screen has seen better days. Other than looking like he ended up on the wrong side of a curb stomp, that's more believable than what actually happened. It was his "first", after all. Sweat slowly beads down his face. The normally pristine, stark white hair of his was little more than an orderly mess. While this didn't make him unattractive, it nonetheless signaled that something was off. Very off.]
[His voice, unmoved by his current state, is a far departure from expectation.]
My name...Is Allen Walker. I know you've already met me, but it was under the worst possible circumstance.
I'm willing to explain what happened. Right now. It's not a long story.
Two of you. I can barely remember, but...one of you was a young girl, somewhere around my age, who wielded a staff. Her hair was short and that's all I can remember. Other than she wore a lot of purple as well. The other was an older man. I don't know how old, but he was dressed a little more modern and had kind of a rough attitude. *Soft laugh* I don't find that to be a bad thing, actually. We're all different, after all.
It's been a fairly recent thing for me, too. But the very gist of it is...[He adopts a sad expression, like he was weeping for someone else's loss.]...well, I'm not "all myself" anymore. It's like I'm "me", but there's another "me" as well. It's called "The 14th". Supposedly the 14th Descendant of Noah. The one we all know about from way back then. That Noah, or so I come to understand. Hardly a human itself, I've been chosen as its next host. "Host" is a scarier thought than I could've imagined.
[He looks back up, more determined yet still sad, into the viewer's eyes.]
I'm sorry. With every fiber of my being. It's bad enough this curse affects me, but others?...I'll carry this burden with me until the very end. I am not blaming others for what happened. I should've went somewhere far away the instant I knew what was happening to me. [Now he just looks like he's begging.] This is something I will carry with me so no one else will have to. If I could just leave and never come back, I would. If I could end it dying, than I would...
[Allen doesn't quit finish that sentence. That's a bit hard of a punch for others to take, after all.]
...but even if I could, dying wouldn't solve it. Because dying can't kill The 14th. And until then, I'll have to beg for forgiveness to everyone I hurt, try to make it right. That's the path I picked and I would choose it all over again if I could. Even if I never could.
So to you two that I met before, without knowing your names, I am sorry. For everything and anything I was forced to do. Hate me all you want, you don't have to give me any forgiveness. You can even go ahead and forget I ever existed. It'd be better that way, actually. I'll not blame you or hate you for it.
[Given the circumstance, he looks lower than low. Broken and beaten, by himself and others.]
So that's my "curse", my real one. A prisoner in his own body. And I didn't even know if it could get this bad and paid for it with what would normally just be my life. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! [As Allen's hand clasps onto his face, obscuring any details save his eyes, which show sadness but no signs of tears.] I could never have made up for it if something were to have happened...!
[His voice, unmoved by his current state, is a far departure from expectation.]
My name...Is Allen Walker. I know you've already met me, but it was under the worst possible circumstance.
I'm willing to explain what happened. Right now. It's not a long story.
Two of you. I can barely remember, but...one of you was a young girl, somewhere around my age, who wielded a staff. Her hair was short and that's all I can remember. Other than she wore a lot of purple as well. The other was an older man. I don't know how old, but he was dressed a little more modern and had kind of a rough attitude. *Soft laugh* I don't find that to be a bad thing, actually. We're all different, after all.
It's been a fairly recent thing for me, too. But the very gist of it is...[He adopts a sad expression, like he was weeping for someone else's loss.]...well, I'm not "all myself" anymore. It's like I'm "me", but there's another "me" as well. It's called "The 14th". Supposedly the 14th Descendant of Noah. The one we all know about from way back then. That Noah, or so I come to understand. Hardly a human itself, I've been chosen as its next host. "Host" is a scarier thought than I could've imagined.
[He looks back up, more determined yet still sad, into the viewer's eyes.]
I'm sorry. With every fiber of my being. It's bad enough this curse affects me, but others?...I'll carry this burden with me until the very end. I am not blaming others for what happened. I should've went somewhere far away the instant I knew what was happening to me. [Now he just looks like he's begging.] This is something I will carry with me so no one else will have to. If I could just leave and never come back, I would. If I could end it dying, than I would...
[Allen doesn't quit finish that sentence. That's a bit hard of a punch for others to take, after all.]
...but even if I could, dying wouldn't solve it. Because dying can't kill The 14th. And until then, I'll have to beg for forgiveness to everyone I hurt, try to make it right. That's the path I picked and I would choose it all over again if I could. Even if I never could.
So to you two that I met before, without knowing your names, I am sorry. For everything and anything I was forced to do. Hate me all you want, you don't have to give me any forgiveness. You can even go ahead and forget I ever existed. It'd be better that way, actually. I'll not blame you or hate you for it.
[Given the circumstance, he looks lower than low. Broken and beaten, by himself and others.]
So that's my "curse", my real one. A prisoner in his own body. And I didn't even know if it could get this bad and paid for it with what would normally just be my life. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! [As Allen's hand clasps onto his face, obscuring any details save his eyes, which show sadness but no signs of tears.] I could never have made up for it if something were to have happened...!