[She finds him easily enough, standing on her umbrella and flying around corners, her skirt and blouse still neat and fresh even though there's blood trapped under her nails and at the corner of her mouth.

She laughs when she sees him, and there's nothing childish in it for once, even though it's as openly gleeful as a child's laugh.]

So you finally~ decided to play properly with me.

[she grins, and it's inhuman, a slash of darkness under golden eyes and the stigmata carved into her forehead]

((ooc: kljaslk we can say Allen saves him at some point if you like, cause otherwise...))