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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-

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[sparkplugs]

[She's not trying to eat him yet, but then again... shiny is one of her favourite flavours. Cy grumbles, tail flicking from side to side as she tries to work out what to make of this strange new creature.

The tabby may outside it even with her small stature, but she remains untrusting. She's seen the size of those teeth now.]

Watch the fur. It's just how I like it.

[Her fur is dirty and slightly matted.]

[godsfavourite]

[ Tim likes cats. It’s probably why they eat him so much. He doesn’t mind as much as he should.

He thinks Allen should like cats, too. Maybe he’d be less stressed if he had a cat to pet?

Timcanpy lands in front of Cy, perching himself on the floor before opening his mouth wide… and shows her a hologram of some kind that comes from his mouth. It’s just a still image of a boy with white hair and a scar over his face. When he closes his mouth again, it dissipates, and he’s simply looking at her expectantly. ]

[sparkplugs]

[Cy's still grumpy at first, but the hologram intrigues her. Her eyes brighten, and she can't keep herself still. It's a disappointed when the image sparks out. She runs in a tight circle around him, searching without success.

She leans in close, whispering conspiratorially.]

I used to do that too.

[Her abilities are starting to return, but they're still finicky and frustrating.]

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Gweh!!!!!!

[ He finally makes a sound, trying to follow the cat's gaze, despite not visibly having eyes himself. Cats are so strange! He wishes to know more! Why talking! How talking! Teach Tim!

He tries to latch onto the kitty's face with his tiny hands again when she leans in, though. ]

[sparkplugs]

Gweh!!!!!!

[Cy mimics him, tilting her head as she finds she quite likes the sounds he makes. She still isn't sure about letting him touch her, but she relents, deciding to give him a chance.]

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[ Mission accomplished. He is now climbing onto Cy’s head and flicks his tail happily as he sploots there. Friend acquired. ]

[sparkplugs]

[He is LARGE for this, though she is not so small it's impossible. She freezes awkwardly, fur bristling as she tries to process exactly what is happening.]

Gweh!