A Departure-----
Link picks up his bag—he’s packed light—and walks the halls towards the White Ark. He’s received orders for another solitary mission, requiring him to leave the Order and his inspection duties for a time. The nature of the mission is such that he’s unsure when he’ll return; some observation may be necessary before making a careful move and…well.
His mind wanders to what might happen at the Order if he is away for long. It probably won’t be good. He’s seen the chaos that can occur and the disorder that runs rampant, no doubt due to a lack of proper discipline.
Still, he hopes that all remains well here. It’s not as if he’s become overly attached to the place or anything of the sort. That would not be professional.
Still, he wishes the best for those at the Order—all right, perhaps not all of them, and many of those well-wishes he makes only as a formality.
But nevertheless.
He hopes that Deak is never cursed again and avoids hypothermia—and realizes that Link’s side of their argument is correct.He also hopes that Deak figures out that he has emotions, and that Lala (who he no longer thinks of as a doll, exactly) figures out the same for herself. He hopes that Kanda stops being so rude and gets to know that nice Miss Galmar girl better.He also hopes Mugen recovers from its strange bout of possession. He hopes that Assistant Fay stops having trouble with the Supervisor’s errant ways…and keeps her shotgun clean in case anything happens.
He hopes that Linalee never has to flee from Komlin again and that Komlin never murders another innocent gardener; that Lavi works harder and is not killed by Deak; that Daisya stops moping around about the whole dying thing, that Chaoji becomes more intelligent, that Hevlaska never has to deal with another ghost, that Crowley pulls himself together, and that Timothy never possesses anyone (especially Link—or Walker) again. He hopes that Miranda doesn’t leave mice in the kitchen from misplaced kindness of heart and that she’s always able to distinguish Deak from Lavi.
He also wishes that the Bookman would stop writing books about girls named Alice.
He hopes that Jasdevi stops electrocuting people but starts putting on underwear, that Jasdero does the same and adds some decent pants, and that Devit stops stealing Link’s ribbons and is never again foolish enough to play poker with one Allen Walker. He hopes that Sheryl stops licking people, that Lulu dies of some harlot disease (although there is a puzzling lack of proof that she is, in fact, a harlot) that Tyki is hit by a train while in his hobo guise and eaten by his own butterflies, and that Road catches fire and dies. Skinn could die of food poisoning, perhaps, although Link is reluctant to condemn a man with a good sense of taste to this fate.
He would prefer that the Earl stop existing altogether.
If he doesn’t get his wish of Sheryl’s untimely death, he hopes that his wife divorces him.
Link hopes that General Zokalo never returns to a life of crime, and that he avoids doing anything that might cause Assistant Fay to sedate him again. He hopes that General Klaud teaches her Innocence-monkey some manners and that General Tiedoll never has to stab Link with an artist’s chisel because of spreading vampirism. He hopes that General Cross…no, never mind, that man is hopeless.
He hopes that Lau takes a course on grenade safety and is not let to run free around other small animals.
He hopes that Walker is never attacked by wolves, zombies, lake monsters, or sheep. He doesn’t bother to wish that Walker will stop being attacked by Akuma, since it’s his job to fight them. He also hopes that Walker continues to remain strong, and comes to peace with whatever his memories of his adoptive father Mana are….
Link hopes, too, that Walker is not destroyed by the 14th—and that the 14th stops acting like he knows a great many secrets, as it makes Link rather uneasy. It would also be nice if the 14th hadn’t stolen Walker’s appearance.
Link hopes that Supervisor Komui Lee becomes less insane and robot-obsessed, that Chief Reever Wenham gets some time off (after he finishes his necessary work, of course), and that Reever and Chief Peck use broom closets only for storing brooms from now on. He hopes that Johnny develops some upper arm strength; even if he’s a member of the Science Department there is such a thing as standards.
He also hopes that Komlin stops looking like this “Hugh Jackman” person.
He wishes that the people of the Order would develop a proper respect for Secretary Malcolm C. Leverrier, a very fine man—although Link wishes, secretly, that he would shave off the mustache or grow it a bit longer; this is a wish he will never again attempt to express. He hopes that Madarao, Tevak, Kiredori, and the others will be all right despite the…changes. He hopes too that Madarao stops getting drunk and bringing home live sheep for lunch (not because he’s drunk, but because he’s hungry). He hopes that Kiredori is not covered in zombie gore again. And that Tevak likes the ribbons he gave her.
Link hopes that the Matron is not too angry about his catching hypothermia or sustaining other injuries. If he comes back with wounds from this mission, he’ll be careful to be polite to the utmost. Oh, and he hopes that Miss Anita, wherever she is, is well and can come to terms with being…no longer so alive. As for the Finder Toma, hopefully he’s getting enough to eat while preventing his barbecue from becoming possessed.
He hopes that Fou loses her megaphone and doesn’t break Walker’s toes if she dances again, like she threatened to do last time. He wishes Rou Fa would pull herself together and become less shy, and that Branch Supervisor Bak Chan stops eating dog biscuits, or whatever that rumor had been.
He rather wishes he could have attended that dance with Lady Maria—even if she is not so alive. (A gentleman would not have rightly turned her down.)
Link hopes that Eeze, his baking apprentice, continues to learn that fine art and meanwhile gets the stipend he so richly deserves for being (so far as he can tell) the Headquarter’s only full-time janitorial, gardening, and maintenance staff (but not errand boy). He hopes that their chef Jerry was not killed by an Akuma at a supermarket.
Speaking of Akuma, he hopes that Chomesuke—Sachiko—doesn’t get trapped in a box again come next Christmas-time. He hopes Mimi and Eliade come to their proper ends in a fight with Exorcists. He hopes Cell Roron will stop staying “Allllleeeeen Walkeeeerrrr,” because he finds it fairly disturbing, and that he always remembers to do his laundry. He hopes that Lero is ripped into tiny pieces by Lau.
He hopes that Father Federico is doing well with his new congregation. Link hears that the bakery where he’ll be working undercover while gathering information for his new mission is near the Father's new chapel, so perhaps he’ll visit. He wrote a thank you note for the 238 ribbons Federico sent him, but it wouldn’t hurt to thank him in person.
Link hopes Timcanpy never tries to rip off someone’s eyebrows again—but more importantly, that he stays with Walker as the boy’s original omnipresent companion. Walker seems to need the golem’s presence more than an Inspector’s.
Of course, an Inspector’s presence is quite necessary, as heresy investigations are a grave matter.
He hopes he’ll be back.
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((ooc: Okay, I finished the journal. Bye, guys—I love you all. I’ve had an awesome time with rping, something I’d never done before, and I’ll remember my time as Link fondly. ;A; ))
((Another member of DA has expressed interest in rping Link, so you may have another one shortly! To any future Link rpers: Yoroshiku~))
((Tricia will be given up as soon as I write her final journal.))
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Sorry, just making the rounds~! ;v; -Komui
*gives him 5 pounds because she doesn't remember exactly how much she owes him*
*also gives him a cake box*
And I got you some sweet. It's very new, I think it's called tiramisu or something... I stood in the line for hours to get that-
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Lets meet again. Next time as an exorcist, I will be useful.
[This is a RP account for ~DGMRP-DA]
(Looking faintly surprised, Link accepts the cake box.) Tiramisu is quite delicious. Thank you--although you shouldn't have gone to the trouble of standing in line for so long.
I will give Walker a piece as well, since I'm sure he would appreciate it. (Link says this because he's vaguely aware that Miranda is Walker's friend.)
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Lets meet again. Next time as an exorcist, I will be useful.
[This is a RP account for ~DGMRP-DA]
hope you never forget that you were the coolest Link rp-er evah!
*hopes that she hasn't scared you*))
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*cuts you* durhurhur
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((*hugs Mugen, being careful because she's a sword*))
((*toothy grin*))
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