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[godsfavourite]

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-

Comments

[godsfavourite]

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?

[lupusxylem]

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.]

[godsfavourite]

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?

[lupusxylem]

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?

[godsfavourite]

[ 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??? ]

[lupusxylem]

[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!?

[godsfavourite]

[ 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. ]

[lupusxylem]

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?

[godsfavourite]

[ 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. ]

[lupusxylem]

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.

[godsfavourite]

[ 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?

[lupusxylem]

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.

[godsfavourite]

...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.

[lupusxylem]

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.

[godsfavourite]

…Who would fuck up a church? Why are you so okay with that?? Of course I’m going to bother!!!

[ He’s following after, letting Tim go once again so he can now lay on Allen’s shoulder. He’s watching you, though, clergyman— ]

[lupusxylem]

Didn't say I was okay with it. I'm just used to it. Now c'mon, kid.

[Wolfwood continues on, leading the way to where his church is still in a pretty worse-for-wear state, but somehow it's still standing. Just like it is every time it has to undergo repairs after something catastrophic happens.]

Looks like the damn bugs ripped half the shingles off again...gonna hafta patch the holes at least, otherwise the sanctuary's gonna get flooded.

[He's talking more to himself than anything as he surveys the damage, walking past a plaque near the front doors that reads: "Saint Nicholas".]

[godsfavourite]

[ As they approach the church, Allen tries to ever subtly active his cursed eye. It usually does so on its own around the Akuma, but what with the visions he got since getting here…

He scans for a moment, his eye red, sclera black, and just the ghost of a lens over his eye as he attempts to make sure everything is okay. Churches always attract evil shit who seek to ruin them, after all.

…

But then he lands on Wolfwood. And now he’s just staring. He shoes completely still. Oh, this feels familiar— ]

… I don’t… think “kid” is correct for you to call me, mate. I think I’m older than you are?

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood pauses with his hand on the Church doors, looking back at Allen over his shoulder like ???]

I’m 26. You can’t be older than 18 unless you got a real baby face.

[Wolfwood this happens so often here you KNOW this. Allen could be 5000 years old for all you know.]

[godsfavourite]

[ Nea is 7000! Allen could be anywhere between 17 to 50, good luck!!!!!!!

Allen reaches up, closing his eye forcibly for a moment and reopening it to have it go back to normal. ]

Y… your soul isn’t 26. [ Tim climbs up onto Allen’s head little hands trying to touch his forehead, over the star-shaped scar. ]

…Sorry. I wasn’t trying to look.

[lupusxylem]

[Well.

Though Wolfwood doesn’t confirm or deny that with words, the way his expression subtly shifts tells Allen all he needs to know. His eyes widen, then they narrow as he pushes the Church door open a little harder than he means to, turning away as he heads inside.]

Pretty wild thing to say to a guy you just met five minutes ago, ain’t it?

[godsfavourite]

[ Allen looks at the ground like a guilty dog for a moment before he follows Wolfwood inside, at a distance. ]

…Maybe. [ Not for Allen. Shit’s been so crazy for Allen lately he’s been taking trains of information to the face on the reg. This is tame, by far. ] It could be something else. Sorry for assuming. I would’ve probably kept it to myself, but it…

…

There’s someone important to me who ages at an accelerated rate, you see. I worry about him. And I just got reminded of that, is all…

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood keeps walking at a slight limp, occasionally bending down to pick up Bibles than got shaken off the pews when the bugs rammed into the building so he can put them back where they belong, bits of old debris and dust crunching underfoot. He’ll respond, but he isn’t turning around.]

I don’t know who your friend is, but unless he comes from where I come from, I can assure you we ain’t the same.

And if we were, I would know.

[Because he’d take one look at Kanda, recognize him from Hopeland, and lose his absolute god damn shit.]

[godsfavourite]

S-sure… your way of telling me not to worry about it? Or to sod off, I suppose. [ He tries to laugh it off. ]

Ah, sorry. Really made a cock-up of that. Here, now I really have to help you. Where do you all keep your hammers and nails usually? You can put me right to work!

[lupusxylem]

I dunno. You can believe whatever you want.

[He makes it to the front, then, brushing dust and some fallen pieces of wood and vines off the pulpit once he’s in front of it. Allen might notice, leaning right up against it, a massive metallic gun covered in old dents and chipped off paint shaped like a human-sized cross.]

There’s a supply closet to the right, but I didn’t expect you to come be my little errand boy. I told you, I was gonna fix it up myself.

[A pigeon flutters down from the rafters and lands on Allen’s shoulder as he says this, tilting its head at Tim. It has a flower growing from the top of its head.]

[godsfavourite]

! [ Allen is immediately pointing at the gun, yes, thank you- ] Hey!

Are you an exorcist??