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[faire_le_pitre]

[The hallways have been shifting again: the rooms along this hall weren't there yesterday. Whatever you were expecting to see is likewise absent. It's dusty, here, and there's a very unpleasant smell in the air. It smells like death, in fact

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[sightlessclown]

[poor Allen is lost again... and he thinks this way is probably Not a Good Way to go because of the smell, which has him covering his mouth with his sleeve and coughing occasionally, but he just winds up getting more lost and turned around when he tries to go back, so he keeps going...

Definitely not feeling extremely pleased about it, though he perks a little when he hears that cough - hey someone else is here! Hopefully they're not dangerous...]

Hello?

((ooc: Fourteenth would apologize but he is not even a little bit sorry. :|a Jerk.))

[faire_le_pitre]

...Ah...?

[He looks up suddenly, with his eyes widening as he sees Allen there. Though he tries to stand up, his feet slide a little and he falls back in the chair. He's still too disorientated to move properly. But he manages to talk, hesitantly, even though he's not sure what's going on.]

Allen, or - brother?

[Allen, or brother brother brother. Is this the brother who left him here, what seems like no time ago? His head is aching.]

[sightlessclown]

Mana?!

[oh no, his voice sounds awful D: please be okay, Mana... Allen moves forward as best he can, holding his cane with one hand and reaching out in front of him with the other]

It's just Allen, Mana... are you all right?

[faire_le_pitre]

[He takes a deep breath, but ends up coughing again. It's so dusty in here. Allen can't see it, but Mana flinches as he walks closer.]

Are you really Allen?

[Not brother after all. Why was his heart beat speeding up just over possibly seeing his brother? There's...just no way that his brother would hurt him.]

[stainedlotus]

[Moving to cover his nose, because shit does it smell. Peeking into the room Mana's in, just kinda. staring. He recalls seeing a clown, months and months ago...]

You gonna croak?

[faire_le_pitre]

[Seeing someone coming into the room frightens him for a moment: but then it's all right. This person isn't his brother, or an Allen. Despite the way the room's swaying in front of his eyes, he chuckles and croaks out a response. His throat is very dry.]

I seem to be. My...what happened here? Such a mess...

[stainedlotus]

It certainly smells like you have.

[faire_le_pitre]

[He wrinkles his nose, and then tries to stand up. It's not entirely successful. Ah well, his joints do feel suddenly quite stiff, as if he hasn't been using them for a while.]

Really? I can't smell a thing. Maybe I've lost my sense of smell.