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Old Faces || Alma

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Truthfully, Kanda just wanted to laugh. This was such a ridiculous situation. The person before him wasn’t Sousuke anymore, apparently. Now his name was Alma Karma? In any other moment he would have called him crazy. But now, standing there in the rain, he just felt so tired.

"Really? Is that supposed to make me feel better?" The Enforcer said with a cruel smile on his face. He shoved the other man to the ground roughly. He didn’t know what he really wanted to do at the moment. A part of him wanted to use the lethal eliminator, but he knew the Dominator was just a piece of junk against Alma.

"You tortured me for 24 hours." He growled. "You used hammers and knives and crowbars. You broke my bones and caused internal bleeding."

"And you know what happened after that? I became a latent criminal and my only way out of the Institution was to become a dog for the Sibyl System!" Kanda was screaming. For the first time in so long, he was finally releasing all the pent up anger and sadness he had inside.

"And just when I thought you had at least died, you fucking show up no worse for wear?! Why did I have to pay for what you did to me?!”

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All those words that were thrown at him hurt more than the punch, than any kind of physical pain that could be inflicted upon him. He could feel his despair rising, the nightmares and terrors filling his mind again, as if another self was vying to take over.

He remembered the same thoughts that had filled him back then rising in his mind now.

He didn't make an attempt to rise from the ground. He lay there supported by his elbows, eyes darting from object to object before resting on the man in front of him. His mouth opened as if to say something, but no words emerged. What could he say? What could he say? Could he say anything? Did he have the right to say anything?

Then, words finally began forming at his lips, so naturally they sounded in the downpour that he barely had any idea what he said.

"You were suppose to die. We were suppose to die together." His body seemed to move on its own as it rose from its position on the ground. He cracked his neck and rubbed his face where a bruise was forming before taking a few tentative steps towards the other.

"Hey, Yuu," he said in a light tone, betraying his dangerous expression. "Let's die."

#yuuhuntingdog #im sO SORRY KANDA.#;IC

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Old Faces || Alma

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He had always thought if Sousuke was alive, he would be the one to shoot him. The one to put down the monster that wore his friend’s face. But, when he was told that the other boy had been executed, he moved on. Kanda knew his life had been turned upside down, but there was no anger over the fact the his would be killer was still out there.

But now, his old friend was standing there, hugging him, and the Dominator didn’t see him for the threat he really was. How was he even alive? Was the report tampered with? There was no way the team that saved him could have lied, right?

Somehow, Kanda regained the strength to shove the other man away from him. Grabbing him by his collar with one hand, he threw his Dominator and punched him square in the jaw. Kanda decided that he had a job to do, and he was going to do it with or without Sibyl’s help.

"If Sousuke is dead, then who the fuck are you?” He said, anger quickly taking control.

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Of course things never seemed to last very long for Alma. The embrace was ended violently with a punch. If it wasn't for the hand gripping his collar, he would have fallen to the ground from the impact.

Pain shocked his cold body, the afflicted area burning with pain. He turned his head so he could face the assailant and his old friend. No trace of anger could be found on his features; instead, he seemed resigned to his fate. He knew that every bit of a beating he received, he deserved. So he stayed in his place, making no attempt to struggle despite the grip on his collar almost choking him.

"I... I wonder that too sometimes," he said with a dry and bitter chuckle. "I guess I'm Alma Karma now, or, I've always been."

In his own way, he tried to brighten to hopelessly bleak situation, putting on a smile like he always did, though it was painful. He rubbed the back of his head impishly. His mannerisms betrayed his thoughts completely-- negativity boiled within him and he asked himself, why aren't I dead?

"I exist... and I guess I don't."

#yuuhuntingdog #rip almas beautiful face #they need to have some nice cake after this.#;ic

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Old Faces || Alma

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The Enforcer walked towards the target, thinking that maybe if he got close enough, he could hit him with the gun and knock him out. He could still hear the computer telling him that the person before him was not a threat, but if that were true, the other man would have said so as soon as the gun was pointed at him.

When Kanda raised his gaze to the other man, he realized that he was also walking up to him and-

"Yu?"

Kanda felt his blood ruin cold when he finally got a good look at the man before him. There was no way it could be him, right? The Inspector said that he had been executed that night, yet the person standing here looked just like him. Right down to the kicked dog look and scar across his nose.

The young Enforcer didn’t realize how close the man had gotten until his Dominator was pressed against the other’s chest. The Dominator that wouldn’t shoot. The Dominator that was leaving him defenseless against the person that had made him a latent criminal.

"…Sousuke Hirano is dead. You’re not real." Kanda said shakily. He simply closed his eyes and hoped that he was right.

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That old name, a name connected with bloodshed and regret, caused Alma at once to finally begin shivering. His body felt completely numb. It felt like he had been submerged in ice. He shouldn't exist, he shouldn't be real and standing in front of the person who he ruined.

Yet, here he was, standing soaking wet with a gun pointed at him.

A weak and unsteady hand reached up from the side of his body and gripped the top of the Dominator. Slowly, he pushed it down so it pointed at the ground rather than himself. With the obstruction gone, he moved the slightest bit closer. A pained expression shown on his face as conflicting emotions veered to swallow him.

"That person," he paused, taking a shaky breath, "...is dead." Again, he paused, at a lost for words. Saying the right thing was never his strong point, so he struggled. A few moments of silence passed before Alma couldn't handle further idleness.

He completely destroyed the distance between them, pulling the other into a hug. He couldn't tell if the wetness rolling down his face was the rain or his tears. "I'm... real."

#yuuhuntingdog #everyone gets hurt. everyone.#;ic

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Old Faces || Alma

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The Enforcer watched as the target slowly turned towards him, positioning the Dominator for a clear shot. For some reason, an uneasy feeling washed over him. This was too easy. No one had ever just stood in the open waiting to be caught. Not when they knew what was at stake.

Through the heavy rain, he heard the target say something, but his words were drowned out by a new voice invading his mind.

Scanning Subject… Crime Coefficient at 99. Subject is not considered a threat. Trigger is now locked.

Kanda cursed under his breath but kept aiming at the young man. He assumed it was glitching and, with no way to contact the others, was trying to figure out how to handle this quickly.

"Keep you hands where I can see them." He said, slowly approaching the other.

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His eyes passed from that familiar face to the gun. That was a Dominator, right? Why was it in the hands of...?

A voice spoke out again, snapping Alma back to attention. He kept his hands by his sides like he had heard the voice, but didn't understand the content of its message. As the other approached, so did Alma, a concerned expression forming on his once vacant face.

"Yu?" He repeated in a soft voice, only the slightest bit louder than before. The rain had soaked him entirely; his hair dripped with water, his clothes possessed no dry spot to speak of, and his skin felt cold to the touch. However, he did not falter or shiver.

He walked closer until something prodded his chest, the Dominator, its aim exceedingly clear now. The contact made him hold his breath, only releasing it to say, "...Why do you have this?"

#yuuhuntingdog #a very very bad surprise #: 3 c #;ic

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Old Faces || Alma

Unit 2 had gotten a notification that some scanners had identified a Crime Coefficient of 170 in the south side of the city. It didn’t seem like it would be a hassle at first, until they realized the area was a construction site. To add to Kanda’s annoyance, it had also begun to rain. The Inspector suggested that they split up, trusting his Enforcers wouldn’t escape with all the drones surrounding the site. Agreeing to report if they found the target, the team retrieved their Dominators and took off in separate directions.

Kanda doubted that this would be an eventful day. He assumed they would catch the target and head back to the office. However, he didn’t actually expect the target to be standing out in the open. The Enforcer calmly raised his Dominator and ordered the person to face him.

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The world seemed to be spinning. Gray clouds swirled with the brown dirt that lay on the beaten ground, figures of what use to be machines tainting the mix.

Today, something had overtaken Alma; the moment he woke up, he felt completely off. Everyday he woke up and greeted the sky as he set off for work, but that didn't occur today. No, his body seemed to move on its own, leading him to an area devoid of people. His vision failed him; the world continued to make circles around him, as if laughing. The rain only seemed to add to the chorus of laughter.

A solid voice sounded behind him, reality calling back to him. Slowly, on unsteady feet, he turned to the figure calling out to him.

Somehow that face looked familiar. Yes, very familiar. Different emotions (bloodlust, regret, delight, anguish) stirred within him. In a small voice, barely audible above the downpour, sounded:

"...Yu?"

#yuuhuntingdog #nah its alright!#its perf length winks #;ic

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Light blue. The sky above painted itself a canvas of a single color that day, as if making up for the previous dreary weather that afflicted the city. Puddles dotted the sidewalk on which Alma walked from his apartment to his place of work. Of course, the childish adult couldn't help but splash a few times into the small pools, much to the chagrin of those around him.

A few times he wet another person's clothes, causing some friction, but with one of his bright smiles, the situation soon dispelled. It was hard to be angry on a day as mild as this especially with another person brightening it up further.

Then something strange occurred.

Alma misjudged whatever calculation of a jump he made in his mind (or didn't have a calculation to begin with-- a more likely possibility). One moment he was humming a upbeat tune as he played, the next he found himself face first on the ground.

He pushed himself up onto his elbows and rubbed his nose to see if it was still intact. As a natural reaction, small tears formed at his eyes from the pain.

"Ow, ow, ow," he vocalized his pain, "way to be a killjoy, feet..."

#sc open #;ic

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an alternate meeting || alma & allen

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Allen wasn’t really sure what he’d expected from the one who answered to the mysterious name he’d heard about when he was still in the Order, but, well… This goofy kid definitely wasn’t it. They seemed cheery and bright, and nothing like some dangerous, secret weapon the scientists had conjured up, as the rumors would have had him believe. No weapons sticking out of his forehead or tentacles growing out of his fingers, at least. If anything, they… reminded him of Lenalee and the others.

And, that definitely made it a lot easier to keep that soft, easy smile on his face. Of course, his crazy antics helped that, too.

Though, that last comment…

"Hey… I don’t look old, do I…? I’m only sixteen, you know…"

No, he definitely couldn’t, could he? Allen had white hair, he knew, but certainly his other youthful features made up for it. R-right…?

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The white hate certainly accentuated Allen's more... less youthful features. Maybe a small wrinkle here in there; white hairs; the aura of someone who was old. Alma was just making up excused to themself at this point. The statement was made, and they had to support it somehow.

"You're sixteen, but you have a ton of white hairs, Mr Walker. Maybe an entire head of them!" A loud and devious chuckle escaped from Alma's lips. "I bet if you tried to take anyone on, you'd break your back or hip.

"I'll let it slide, though. Let's be friends!" The smirk on their face turned into a genuine smile filled with warmth, soft and even childishly naive.

#pieroblade

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an alternate meeting || alma & allen

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There was no denying the small burst of shock that had momentarily made Allen’s smile falter when he had heard the name of his new roommate. It was, of course, a familiar one, though one shrouded in mystery. It had been whispered through the halls of the Black Order’s headquarters many a times, and though Allen had felt a small bit of curiosity over it, he’d never actively tried to found out the owner of said name, or to unlock its secrets.

That was, of course, until he was informed that this person would be his new roommate in this city of sunsets, where he thought he’d left the Order behind.

At first, Allen was tempted to ask for a room change. After all, anyone connected to the Order would be a constant reminder of what he’d been forced to leave behind, and would always be sure to dredge up painful memories of his stripped status and expulsion. But, who knows. Maybe this “Alma Karma” was just like him. Lost and not sure what exactly to do. And that thought was the only way he’d been able to keep a soft smile on his face when the stranger stepped into the room and spoke.

"That’s me. And you’re Alma Karma, right?"

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The Allen Walker in front of them was different from the image they had constructed of him. They expected some big, beefy, burly guy, rather than a scrawny kid. Then again, appearances were deceiving. Alma themself was quite strong, but they were maybe a little on the short side.

"That's right," they replied in a cheerful voice, a smile spreading across their face. "I didn't expect someone from the Order-- well, ex... former? Ex-member?" They paused. "That makes you sound lie you were in a relationship with the Order... Former member. Ex member?" For a few moments, they seemed to mumble about what particular label to use.

Idly, they moved from the front of the door to the couch, sitting down next to Allen, still mumbling to themself.

"Ah I got it: ex-former-old-departed member! Makes you sound old, but you already have white hair.

"Brilliant, right?"

#pieroblade #yes it was necessary

an alternate meeting || alma & allen

Alma's roommate was to be one Allen Walker, a familiar name. Their confinement in the lab left them ignorant of the outside troubles and concerns, but they could hear the whispers of the scientists speaking of one strange boy with a weird scar and white hair and all his deeds. But, it seemed, one day all talk of Allen Walker vanished, with the last comment being "he was expelled from the Order."

Long days had passed before they was released from the confines of the lab, being deemed "stable, mentally and physically," told the next part of the process was "field testing." That was how they ended up in Toshi city in front of the door to room two of the Lavender apartments, composing themself before they entered the room and would inevitably see the Allen Walker they heard so much about.

Fear mixed with anxious excitement. They briefly wondered if the Order knew their rooming arrangements before opening the door and stepping in. The door shut behind them and they took a look around before their eyes fixed onto one figure sitting on the couch.

"Allen Walker. Right?"

#pieroblade #title means aka if alma didnt go berserk #cries harder

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It was dark. Kuzuryu lost track of time. When he had packed up it was still light. But then he lost his train of thought. And here he was. Scared. It wasn’t because it was dark. It’s what’s in the dark. He can’t see clearly. He can’t see anyone in alley ways. Anywhere. He was a trapped dog in a world he didn’t know. Kuzuryu fell to his knees and put his hands on his face.

“Help…”

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Alma had only recently arrived in the city under the pretense of gaining "experience" with the outside world. In their mind, they had their doubts. One such doubt was the fact they were dropped off miles away from their assigned apartment in the dark. Darkness in an unfamiliar place was scary enough, but when they heard a small voice say "help" they nearly jumped out of their skin.

"I-is someone o-out there?" They peaked around a corner into an alleyway and saw a person crouched there. "G-ghost? D-do you need me... to put your s-soul to rest?"

#proof in colours