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✗07
[The sphere clicks on, but it wasn't purposeful---something accidentally caused it to do so. Allelujah is sitting nearby, looking no better than he had during when he had the paranoia and hallucinations, staring off blankly somewhere. Luckily, he hasn't really encountered any of the holes yet, but...]
This again. Not this again. Why ( Read more... ) -
✗06
So much for things looking up, huh?
[Allelujah's sitting there, not looking in the best condition, eyes closed as he tries to ignore what's around him--he doesn't want to deal with seeing the children anymore. He mutters to himself.]
I must be cursed with birthdays like this.
[[ooc: Assuming he's semi-recovered from his...still being logged run ( Read more... ) -
✗05
[Allelujah is leaning against a tree, covering his face. His shoulders are shaking somewhat, and he's mostly silent save for a whimper every so often. He's spent the last good while thinking he's seen other supersoldier children in the corner of his vision, both living and corpses, some shot, some badly burned.]Stop it. Stop it, stop following me ( Read more... ) -
✗04
Still glad that entire situation is over with...
Well, that sounds promising. Maybe we'll actually get off of this planet, even though getting home still seems to be a completely different story. Still, one step at a time, I guess?
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✗03
So much for the ship. And now for shelter...
[She sighs, scratching the back of her head as she glances around.]I still don't have a full grasp of this area. And it's not like I'm used to camping out in the wild, but... I'm sure something can be found, right ( Read more... ) -
✗02
...a-ah.
This is...
This can't be right.
Something's... I know I didn't have these before...
Does anyone-- Does anyone have a loose shirt I might be able to borrow?
This one is too tight...It hurts to wear it.
[[ooc: Genderswapped Alle, complete with the massive boobs 99.9% of fanartists seem to give him.]] -
✗01
[The sphere turns on to show Allelujah looking into it with a baffled expression on his face, blinking several times before prodding at it. The rest of the room behind him is, of course, a disaster; something that's only lending to the confusion he's feeling.]
Hello...? Is this some sort of recording or communication device? [He sighs, prodding at ( Read more... )