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Down one of the DR's many hallways is a rather familiar scene, at least familiar for those who where then when Allen first arrived. He's sitting statue still on the floor, covered in ice. Sooty patches of ground around him, and a tall cracked stone stained in old blood at his back. Getting closer, you should be able to tell that he's breathing, and the only injury - a broken leg. Funny shimmer around there though. Closer still and you start to hear the faint sounds of a water, and glimpse a grey and sunless river from the corners of your eye. Until, that is you are standing knee deep in it, cold water tugging gently but insistently down towards the base of a waterfall.
"Well, this certainly wasn't expected."
*Allen, pinned against a tall pillar by a slow crawling mass of black thorns. And he's staring right at you.*
[ooc: Because if I didn't do this now, I never will. Those are dog tags he's holding in the picture, the river's his version of Death and I think that covers everything. But feel free to ask questions if you want.]
"Well, this certainly wasn't expected."
*Allen, pinned against a tall pillar by a slow crawling mass of black thorns. And he's staring right at you.*
[ooc: Because if I didn't do this now, I never will. Those are dog tags he's holding in the picture, the river's his version of Death and I think that covers everything. But feel free to ask questions if you want.]