sticksandbones

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Who: Allen + You!
What: Holy clown boy coming to a Grove near you!
When: Beginning of March
Where: ??? Around
Warnings: None yet, will be in headers as the pop up.

I. I've tasted all your sin (Forest entrance)

[ There is, perhaps, not a single person who would say arriving in the Grove isn't jarring. Some woke up here from their own slumber back home, and that is perhaps the smoothest transition you can get, even even that has yet to be graceful. For Allen, one moment he's holding the hand of his friend, trying to wake him up from what he could only assume was a horrific coma, and then next he's... here. His hand clasps in on itself, and he's suddenly looking around in a panic. He knew that the place he'd ended up may very well kick him out of his consciousness. May lend just the right amount of strength for Nea to pull him out of the "driver's seat", so to speak, but... is that what's happening now? Now, when he was so close to saving his friend?

No.

No, no, no.

The panic sets in as he darts from out of the trees, attempting to look for something, anything that might help him figure out how to get back. It's once he gets into the Grove proper that his eye activates. He has his own questions about that - if he's not in control, where is that coming from? What would his eye see... in his own head? Before he can ponder it for too long, he at least gets one of his answers. What does his eye see? Well.

Death.

It's the first time Allen's seeing souls not attached to something else, but Allen doesn't have time to process that part. Rather, he is trying to remember how to breathe again, because as of now, seeing the horrible visions in front of him - death of his friends, of those he loves, of a fire that isn't really there - all has the air he's trying to get out caught in his throat. It's only once his eye deactivates, the sclera turning from black to white and the red of his eye back to a silvery gray, does he finally have some kind of reprieve from the overwhelm. It's not much. The panic has only gotten worse, after all.

He falls to his knees, gasping for air as if he'd been held underwater for too long. ]

II. You've lost your appetite (for sacrifice) (Timcanpy, the Inn)

[ Timcanpy is a little golden golem. He is here! He isn't sure why he's here, but he is! How exciting! He's gonna...! He's...!!!

...

Where is this!!!!!!!!!! He is going to float out of the inn room he Spawned(tm) in and??? chew on the first person he sees. Hello. ]

III. How can we terminate this parasite (Around the Grove)

[ Fortunately, although the panic attack hits Allen like a train, the fact that he's so fucking hungry does as well. Which means... this is definitely his body. He's not stuck in his head. That's?? Good. Probably. Well, it's not good that he doesn't know where he is, but it's good he's still Him. Does this make sense? No. It doesn't. Fuck, he's SO hungry-

He will very hastily try to find the first person he can and catch their attention with a friendly wave of his normal-looking hand, and in a thick, British accent: ] Cheers! Uh, I have a lot of questions, but... most important, do you know where a bloke might find some food? Preferably, a lot of it?

...

Oh, also, what is that? [ He's, uh, pointing at Moder. ]

IV. If you keep digging up the Host? (Wildcard)
HMU if you wanna do something else pls I have such a strong muse for my baby boy I'm gonna be SO annoying-

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[Wolfwood is at the Inn. Why is he at the Inn right now, and not at the Bakery? Well, honestly he's still been checking up on various locations in the grove since the Woodcrawlers left, surveying damage and whatnot. The Inn of course wasn't able to be infiltrated, but he's not sure he can say the same about the exterior. Is this kind of damage something that will repair itself, he wonders...

He's actually on his way outside to go check elsewhere when something suddenly zwoops in through the doorway and bumps into his chest. Wha. Hello-?]

Huh-?

[He doesn't even get a chance to say or do anything before Tim is chewing on the lapels of his blazer. What ARE you.]

The hell-? Did Ain make you too?

[ain is NOT the father!]

[ Delicious! He will chew through them if Wolfwood doesn't stop him. This person has a cross, too. Part of the Order? No. No golem. Likely not. Omnomnom- ]

Oi, hey. You can't be doin' that.

[That's his blazer! Sure it's already been stitched many times before and it's burnt all to shit, but that doesn't mean he wants it torn up worse.

He's going to kindof carefully hover a hand underneath Tim while he wanders in a circle, wondering where Ain is. He's not in the Inn right now, he doesn't think...

In the meantime, he'll pull a lollipop from his pocket and offer it for chewing instead.]

[ Tim does not eat the lollipop. Instead he flops onto his side in Wolfwood's hand, frustrated, though it doesn't seem that way considering his Lack Of Features. Where's Allen! Why doesn't this weird clergyman not understand Allen is a baby and he's gonna be sad if Timcanpy isn't there!

God!

He bites Wolfwood's hand. ]

Yeowch-!

[Wolfwood jerks his hand back (Tim is still attached) and drops the lollipop he was holding, now with Tim kindof like...hanging from that flap of skin between your thumb and forefinger. Not a fun place for a creature with very sharp teeth like Tim has to bite you.

So he holds up his bitten hand while trying to pry Tim off with the other, calling out as he starts to leave the Inn because he figures Ain must be at the Bakery-]

Dammit- Ain! One of your creatures bit the shit out of me!

[ain is still not the father

#StopWrongfulAccusationsAgainstAin
#Unionize
#NotHisGolemNotHisCircus
#justgirlythings]

[ Basically the moment Wolfwood walks out of the Inn, from not that far away, Allen is by the well, still trying to get his bearings. Check is things, check his surroundings, check on… ]

Timcanpy…?

[ The yellow golem lets go of Wolfwood hand, where he attempts to perch with his very tiny grippers and look to where he hears an Allen. His boy! It’s him! Hurray! What a good Tim, he’s found his boy!

His wings spread immediately and he takes off from Wolfwood. Thank you, priest. Hope you, uh, don’t sin. Or whatever.

Anyway, Tim is biting Allen’s face now, who promptly makes a similar “OUCH!!” to Wolfwood. ]

[Wolfwood hisses and brings his hand to his lips, pressing them to the little bite marks on his hand as he watches Tim suddenly fly away and...attack some random kid in the Grove.

Why.

Wolfwood would like, jog over, but he doesn't feel quite so obligated to when he just got mauled (he did not), so instead he'll walk over at a decently fast speed-walk, at least as fast as a man with a prosthetic limb can go.]

Hey, leave that kid alone would'ya? Seriously, the hell's with all the bitin'? Did he make you evil??

[ Do not worry, Wolfwood. Allen actually starts to laugh after his initial exclamation. He holds his hands out and promptly bonks his head to Tim. He would... probably sob right about now if Tim hadn't left teeth marks in his cheek. Maybe that's why he did it. Didn't want him to make a fool of himself in front of company... ]

"He"? [ There's no way this guy knows Cross. But. ] I assure you, Timcanpy is anything but. He just... teethes. I think? Haha.

I'm sorry, did he bite you?

[That's a good sign at least, though it just makes him more concerned for Allen's mental state than anything. He does look pretty rough, so it's like...kid are you good? Are you okay.

But then he starts to act like he knows the little yellow blob, calls him "Timcanpy"...]

Bit the fuck outta my hand, yeah. He was chewin' on my blazer.

[He flips the lapel to show Allen the little bite marks Tim left behind. Rude of him, by the way.]

Does this belong to you?

I'm sorry. Yes, he's mine. Right troublemaker this one, but he doesn't mean to be hostile.

[ He scritches the little golem, questions pushed against the roof of his mouth. How are you here? Who fixed you? Is this real?

But he smiles at Wolfwood. ] How can I make it up to you?

Right...

[Wolfwood rubs his hand a little more before he sighs and pushes them into his pockets.]

It ain't the first time I've been bitten, so it's fine. Just might wanna teach 'im not everybody can handle just getting gnawed on. We got some people here who are a lil' more fragile than I am.

[His hand in his pocket fidgets around for a second until he finds a half-used pack of cigarettes, so he'll pull it out, pull one out with his teeth, and then pat himself down for his lighter.]

Oh, uh... he isn't... [ Allen clears his throat. ] He's not really "trainable"? He kind of... uh... just looks after me, not the other way around, haha...

He is usually very good! I think he was just anxious? [ Grabs Timcanpy and then just....................... stretches him. ] How's this? Feeling better, Tim?

Uh...

[He watches Allen kindof just...squish and stretch Tim like a big ball of mochi, to which he doesn't really know how to respond. Hang on he's gonna light up real quick, then put his lighter away as he takes a slow drag.]

So he does that by biting people?

[ Talkin' mad shit for someone within biting range, clergyman. ]

He doesn't really have a lot of ways to communicate? I guess? I don't know. [ He lets go of Tim, letting him float off towards Wolfwood now. ]

He's usually pretty doci- TIM! [ He is immediately trying to eat Wolfwood's cigarette. Smoke is bad for babies??? ]

[He scarcely got that single puff in before Tim is suddenly floating his way, prompting him to lean back a bit.]

Oi, what- hey-!

[He tries to lift his hand up and away, out of Tim's reach, like ???? HELLO]

The fuck, don't eat that!?

[ Allen is immediately darting over to grab Timcanpy to try and scoop him away. Hi, little man, he's so happy you're alive, he loves you. Stop doing crimes- ]

I'm so sorry! He doesn't like smoke!! Haha... Tim, you can't do that. We don't want to make a bad first impression!

[ Tim doesn't have eyes, or eyebrows, and yet somehow he looks Fucking Pissed. ]

Yeah, well...I don't like it either, but I have a problem, unfortunately.

[He exhales the smoke out of the corner of his mouth away from the space they're in, at least. He's holding the cigarette between his fingers, eyeing Tim as if he expects him to lunge at him again. This thing is so bitey...]

You're new. How long you been here?

[ Allen rolls Tim around in his hands like he's rolling dough. ]

Not long. I hear that a lot, though. Is it a spectacle when a new bloke shows up? I'm not really interesting. [ You are covered in scars and have an ugly red arm on display, Allen. ]

Well now, you tell me. You show up here lookin' like that and expect people not to notice you?

[He looks at All Of Allen when he says that, because yeah. The scars (especially the one on his face), along with his arm? They stand out.

Not that Wolfwood can say much. Literally half of his face is a scar, after all.

He huffs, his tail whipping once behind him before he stops to take another drag of his cigarette before continuing.]

You're just lucky you showed up now. Last month was actual hell and I don't think anyone popping up outside would have survived it.

[ Insert "God won't let me die" here. Not that Allen would ever say this, but-

Tim's tail is lashing. Release him! Smoke! Bad for babies!!!!! ]

Why? What happened last month?

You see that?

[He nods up towards the sky. You know, where the massive rift still is.]

That happened. And a bunch of moons from all of our worlds showed up...and before we knew it, the place was swarmed with monsters. These giant...fuckin' bugs. We were trapped indoors for weeks 'cause they'd attack anyone they saw. I haven't even fully assessed the damage to the Church, but I know it's gotta be fucked.

...Huh. It doesn't always look like that? [ No- ]

Do you need help? Fixing the church, I mean? I wouldn't mind lending a hand.

No, it don't. Kinda concerning it hasn't gone away, but there ain't really nothin' we can do about it right now.

[Wolfwood sighs, ashing his cigarette onto the ground before he nods towards the church and starts that way.]

There's no real reason to bother. It gets fucked up every other week at this point...but I was headed that way to check it out. If you wanna come with, I ain't gonna stop you.

You know what I want

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