[ It doesn't even matter if Allen was the one Lance was trying to call out to or not (it probably wasn't), hearing someone call out and seeing them struggling to to pull rubble off what must a person trapped --
In the smoke of the explosion that's hard to sort out from the cloud that rose above the market moments before, it would seem like a shadow just melted straight from it as a ghost would, if a shadow could glow softly white. Eerily there when a second before he wasn't, a slender figure clad in a cloak of ethereal white that seems to wrap around him like a living thing, who bends to help lift the collapsed wood.
And who would seem to be losing glowing feathers as they stream off his cloak(?) in a tumble only to fade away into the air. Like it doesn't know what form to take;
Please be careful -- [ It's a bit strained, his voice, and young, even as his pale eyes flick to Lance's with a sober kind of steeled dread sympathy, hidden as they are behind a warped mask that hovers in front of his face. Like the calm of someone who's seen something like this too many times but is still a bit sickened. ]
The air... [ It's poisonous every instinct would scream, saying it looks like the toxic vapors from an akuma. But of course there are none, and yet a deadly cloud it looks anyway. Would Crown Clown even protect him then?
It doesn't mean, regardless of getting a response or not, he's not going to put his shoulder into it then and lift, though. Being slender means nothing with this one. ]
Aᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ → 2!
In the smoke of the explosion that's hard to sort out from the cloud that rose above the market moments before, it would seem like a shadow just melted straight from it as a ghost would, if a shadow could glow softly white. Eerily there when a second before he wasn't, a slender figure clad in a cloak of ethereal white that seems to wrap around him like a living thing, who bends to help lift the collapsed wood.
And who would seem to be losing glowing feathers as they stream off his cloak(?) in a tumble only to fade away into the air. Like it doesn't know what form to take;
cloth or wings. ]
Please be careful -- [ It's a bit strained, his voice, and young, even as his pale eyes flick to Lance's with a sober kind of steeled dread sympathy, hidden as they are behind a warped mask that hovers in front of his face. Like the calm of someone who's seen something like this too many times but is still a bit sickened. ]
The air... [ It's poisonous every instinct would scream, saying it looks like the toxic vapors from an akuma. But of course there are none, and yet a deadly cloud it looks anyway. Would Crown Clown even protect him then?
It doesn't mean, regardless of getting a response or not, he's not going to put his shoulder into it then and lift, though. Being slender means nothing with this one. ]