[Someone is pounding determinedly on your door, Allen.
Bang, bang, bang. Bang bang bang! Hopefully the universe and all and sundry have their fingers crossed, that Allen will be the one to answer and no one else. Tyki is not in the best of moods.]
[There's an 'I'm coming!' from the other side, accompanied by hurried footsteps. And Allen swings the door open quickly, expecting to see, perhaps, Kaneis with groceries or-
not this.
He grips the doorknob tight enough to nearly dent it, and briefly considers slamming the thing shut in Tyki's face. As if that would accomplish anything.]
[Something tells him this isn't a courtesy call. Tyki's readiness has Allen similarly on edge, and he doesn't budge from the doorway, barring Tyki from the apartment. Preparing to attempt to, anyway.
The question, however, takes him by surprise - though he tries to mask it. Poker-facing. Somebody told Tyki, and he can guess who.
[That actually impels him a step forward, close as it might bring them, and his next words come a snarl drawn from a wellspring of sudden rage. Wrath is a memory that belongs to only one Noah, but it's something all of them are capable of.]
[He doesn't back down. Allen stares up at him, gaze sharp and back ramrod-straight. He's quite willing to show off what he's learned, if Tyki's so eager for a fight, but here and now? That's a bad idea.]
I said show me. [He follows Allen right on in, uncaring for his surroundings. He doesn't, for a rare wonder, actually want to fight. Not with his... recent news.]
[The slightest of pauses and a momentary blank stare. There's no quantifiable reason - just, this is the weapon that will destroy him as he is, isn't it? He wants to know it before it does that. What he'll be up against, here.
... If Allen won't just show him he'll make Allen show him.]
If you don't... [The words trail off. And right out of his cheek, with a wet slurp, the wings of a Tease unfurling. Just one for the moment, but you know how many he can hold - right, Allen?]
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action forever;
Bang, bang, bang. Bang bang bang! Hopefully the universe and all and sundry have their fingers crossed, that Allen will be the one to answer and no one else. Tyki is not in the best of moods.]
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not this.
He grips the doorknob tight enough to nearly dent it, and briefly considers slamming the thing shut in Tyki's face. As if that would accomplish anything.]
Tyki Mikk.
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That's because he's here on serious business. He doesn't step into the room, at least. But he's clearly tense, ready for a fight.]
Boy. Show me your sword.
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The question, however, takes him by surprise - though he tries to mask it. Poker-facing. Somebody told Tyki, and he can guess who.
"I have bad news for him", she'd said.]
What are you talking about?
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You asked for training. Do you think I forgot?
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I didn't think you cared. Are you here to see how much progress I've made?
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I said show me.
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It's a sword. Why do you want to see it?
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I don't want to fight you, Tyki.
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... If Allen won't just show him he'll make Allen show him.]
If you don't... [The words trail off. And right out of his cheek, with a wet slurp, the wings of a Tease unfurling. Just one for the moment, but you know how many he can hold - right, Allen?]