this ain't a scene

...he won't wake up.

When I left this morning he was still sleeping. I didn't want to wake him then, but now...

I can't wake him up.

Something is wrong.

Allen...

How could I have not found this book before?

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Ow. Princess, did I do something to make you upset at me? I mean, I know you were sleeping, but subconsciously or something.... either way... ow.

I need to start tackling some major work around the library. There are too many books in the wrong sections. I think I should recruit some help for this. Yes, definitely. I need an assistant or three. Hahaha. But oh well, I'll start it and see where it goes. Then there's the backroom as well. That one I definitely need to tackle alone.

But work can wait for tonight. I have other work to do. I need a vacation.

It's good to be home.

Sometimes I hate this place.

I have work to do. Real work.

I'll be in the library, if anyone is looking for me.

[Lavi likes the journal. It appeals to something deep inside him, the simplicity and complexity of it. The idea of chronicling this thing that they're going through is more than just something appealling, it's a need, a deep-seeded one that he can't quite deny. He's taken Allen's place as sentry, as he'd promised he would, after dragging the other boy off and seeing him to sleep. His hammer is out of its holster, enlarged just slightly. One foot is propped up on the business end, the long handle cradled in the crook of his arm. He's wary, vigilant.]

The sky hasn't changed. Everything feels so isolated, as though we've been picked up and pulled out of the world. It's best that some people got out of here, some certain people. The supervisor at the very least. Hevlaska.

These things are growing more numerous it seems, but for now the music hall is a safe place. It's amazing how it's managed to accomodate anyone. Something is strange about that as well. I wish I could talk to the Old Man about this. He'd have some better idea of what this is, maybe, if anything like this has ever happened before. But I don't remember ever reading anything at all like this in any of the books I've read, here or at the Order.

I don't like it. Any of it.

Princess, you'd better be sleeping.


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Allen?

Princess? If I asked you to do something ridiculous, would you humor me?

How useless. Can't say what's wrong, but they can recommend the most boring treatment ever. I've been resting enough. Really. This is just stupid.


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Princess, I think I'm feeling better. What do you say to watching a movie?

I'm so tired.... Guess I'm going to skip work again tomorrow. I'm sure things'll carry on without me, right? Right. No problems. Going back to bed. Everything hurts. Maybe it's time for the doctor... Or maybe I'll just rest a little bit more.

It's going to take me forever to go through that room. It's a mess. But I got a good portion of it logged in and put away today. Granted, I got distracted by a book or two here or there, but I was working. Mostly working.

I shouldn't be this tired though. I think it.... I'm going to call it an early night. A real early night. How lame. Maybe I'm coming down with something.

Chronicled. Every last bit of it that I observed, save for the personal. That belongs in another book, which I should also write in. Another dark page in that. If it weren't for all the good in between, I'd think we were doomed by bad luck and ill fate.

But there is good. Lots of it. Don't you agree, Princess? IN FACT, I've got an idea for another chapter. Might be a lot of fun, what do you say?

[The red-haired bookman stumbles in through the hastily opened and closed door. His head aches from a hit he took that had knocked him somewhat senseless for the trip to this place. He has recovered enough by this time to keep his feet though. He finds himself in the prisoner camp now, surrounded by the faces of the missing, whom he is now among. They took his Innocence, and thsi makes him feel extremely naked and vulnerable. but for the moment there is nothing he can do. Of course they wouldn't allow a weapon in here, even if it had been rendered powerless. For a moment Lavi stands getting his bearings, before his mind catches up with him. If these faces are here, there is one in particular that he wants to see.]

"Allen!"

[The other exorcist has to be here. He has to. The other option is unthinkable and Lavi refuses to dignify the notion with any further thought. On shaky feet that are growing ever surer, he starts to move further into the stronghold, looking about determinedly -- not quite bordering on frantic, but certainly growing ever nearer that emotion.]

Princess... you still at work? Didn't know you were working late today. :( Now I'm home all alone and bored.

It's been a long day...

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