[video / mingle]

[everwalking]

Video
[morning of day three. there are clouds out and Allen loves them. he's pretty much given up on shirts and is just grimly bearing with his bright pink sunburn. the video shows him, and what he's working in his hands -- one dark red and exoskeletal -- is some thick grass, weaving several strands together to make a rope. he has a pretty decent amount of it. he's been working on it since the first day]

I feel really strongly that we should make a net so that we can catch more fish. [so that he can starve less. paaaause] But it's taking longer than I'd like. I don't suppose anyone else has any rope to contribute... [he trails off, staring at the water. it looks so cool and blue and inviting. and full of fish]

...You know, never mind. [shoving himself up and steeling his pink-and-red shoulders] Does anyone know how to hand-fish?


Mingle
[It's time for playing in the water!! Whether you're fishing, swimming, sunbathing on the sand, or just goofing off, let's get our beach on!]

[Feel free to respond to Allen's video post here, to make your own comment threads for mingling, or both!]

Comments

[everwalking]

[his eyebrows draw together in concern. why are there razor blades in the chocolate]

...Ah, it's not -- I mean, I don't mind. It's a weapon. [he lifts it and flexes his fingers, so, you know. it's clearly also a hand] I was born with it, I think.

[cleanedslate]

[ to scare suburban moms! ]

Yeah? That sucks. [ he folds his arms over his chest ] How's it work?

[everwalking]

It's... made of a rare substance we call Innocence. Innocence takes many forms, but they all synchronize with a compatible user, and then that conformer can invoke it at will. It -- enhances me physically, I suppose is the simplest way to put it.

[cleanedslate]

The same stuff Ragetti said his hammer was made out of? [ you'll pardon his skepticism. or you won't! he doesn't care. ]

1/2

[everwalking]

[it has the tenor of another smug jerk comment, but for all Allen knows there's actually a Ragetti on the island] I haven't met anyone by that name--

[everwalking]

[wait! innocence hammer?] Hammer? You don't mean Lavi, do you? That's right, his hammer and my arm are both Innocence weapons.

[cleanedslate]

Isn't that what I said?

Yeah, he mentioned something about... ordained by God, blah blah blah. Very fancy. [ he eyes the arm a little more. the visible crucifix on your hand is a nice touch. definitely not indicative of child abuse. ]

[everwalking]

That's more or less what it is. Innocence is a holy weapon used by Exorcists. Mine is very different from Lavi's, but when you break it down to its simplest essence, it is the same substance.

And without it, I wouldn't... really have an arm, so, I guess it was meant to be. [things he used to believe]

[cleanedslate]

Have you? Broken it down to its simplest essence, I mean. [ because you know. he'd like to do that. ]

[ hmmmm, his eyes move over it. trying to imagine you without an arm. he thinks of Extremis. ] That's a good way to think of it. [ if you actually think of it like that ]

[everwalking]

And beyond, down to its component molecules.

[obviously it has... recovered from atomization]

[cleanedslate]

[ that you know molecules are a thing has raised his estimation of you a tiny bit! ]

And?

[everwalking]

And what? [a little shrug. he has confirmed that he did, indeed, break it down to its simplest essence, and it is, indeed, the same sort of Innocence that everyone else possesses]

[cleanedslate]

What molecules were they? What's the cellular structure? When you peered into the microscope, did you see the face of God? Did he say, "Hey, quit staring at me! Go stone some adulterers in my name!"

[everwalking]

[he's just going to stare at you until you say something less stupid]

[cleanedslate]

In case it's not clear, I'm what you'd call a skeptic. When someone tells me they got their hammer from God, I ask questions.

[everwalking]

I don't know anything about God. [in very simple, all-encompassing terms. he doesn't know God personally, and he's not sure he buys into the whole God thing] But the Innocence is alive and sentient, each piece passed down among the Black Priests until it finds the one conformer that can synchronize with it. The only way out, one way or another, is death.

There are only so many questions you can ask in that situation.

[cleanedslate]

[ his attention sharpens on Allen while he talks. in the end, he disagrees, because he'd ask so many questions Komui's head would explode. but he says ]

This is where working for me is really going to pay off. We actually accept letters of resignation at any time. Plus, overtime. Paid vacation. No creepy alien parasites involved.

[ hey, he already knows some gods who are actually aliens, why not ]

[everwalking]

[yeah, but the Order lies, and questioning the Order is discouraged, and disobeying the Order means you turn into a monster and then die slaughtering many innocent lives, so. only so many questions, you see]

As long as I'm allowed to keep my current creepy alien parasite. Oh, I don't suppose there'll be a meal plan. The Order really had that part covered. [he's so hungry]

[cleanedslate]

Wouldn't dream of taking it away from you. You're, what, fifteen? Common-law married to the thing by now.

[ he raises his eyebrows just a little though and says ] I was actually planning on... paying you. Enough that you could buy your own food.

[everwalking]

The Order technically paid me, but I imagine they paid their personal chef quite a bit to keep him from taking his talent elsewhere. I doubt I'll be able to keep one stowed away in my room. [although how tempting would that be]

[cleanedslate]

[ his lips turn up more and more! ] Yeah, I don't... usually feed my employees. They also don't usually live with me. But we'll talk to Pepper, figure something out.

[everwalking]

If you're so rich, I don't see why you can't afford a personal chef for an employee dining hall of some sort. It seems like it would be good for morale.

This is just one of many excellent ideas I can offer you while looking out for your public image.

[cleanedslate]

[ amused ] Hiring you is looking like a better idea all the time.