15 ★ Video

[mynameisallen]

[Allen stood at the Land of Dragons, weights attached to each of his wrists, as he glanced up at the rather tall piece of wood with an arrow through it. He had been told to use the weights to get to the top and Allen had no clue of how to do that except try, try and try again. But for now he choose to sit down and looked up at the tower, the device sitting next to him.]

I was wondering since everything that has happened, who would be willing to train? I know those few days did teach me something and I want to improve on that in my own way, but I'm not sure that anyone would be willing to join me.

[He gave his usual half hearted smile, one he uses when he wasn't fully okay, but this time he switches to a private feed.]

[Private to Kanda and Lenalee.]

The offer of training goes to both of you as well, and I promise I won't get hurt. See, I'm not using actual violent type training. It looks easy, but honestly it's not. [He lifts up the weights attached to his wrists once more.]

I've fallen about ten times already over the course of today and the furthest I got was about half way. I get the feeling Lenalee you might do better at this than me and Kanda. [And he doesn't care... because Lenalee is the smart one out of them three, he ain't going to say otherwise.] 

[Video]

[muchlesstouchyfeely]

[The video turns on to reveal a very very skeptical face. Very skeptical, and he shakes the communicator a moment before clearing his throat.]

Right. So... the, ah, completely normal little talking mini-pig, er, things... have been helpful enough to answer some questions. But frankly, I'm still feeling a little in the dark here.

More than a little.

[A wave of his hand.] Look, I guess this is supposed to let me talk to people. Which is great. Yay new friends. [This is all said quite flatly. He does not sound excited in the least.] I'm sure you're all fantastic. But I'm a little on the busy side. So if anyone could lend a hand, that would be fantastic.

First. I need a blonde. [Pause.] A very specific blonde. Small, perky. Dragging around about a million feet of impressively shiny hair. She goes by Rapunzel which, yes, I agree, is a mouthful. Anyway, we were separated and we've got a deal to complete. [Maybe he's just a little worried about her.]

And beyond that... [He lifts his hand to show that a small and rather determined chameleon is clinging to his wrist, despite his best efforts to shake it off.] I've got a very insistent frog to return to her. ...as soon as possible would be nice. I'm afraid it might turn violent.

Second. Where am I and how do I make it so that I am not here anymore? I have things to do. People to see. Kingdoms to escort blonds with frogs to.

No time for this weird abducted-to-a-strange-new-world business, thank you very much.