sticksandbones

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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[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?

[ 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…

[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.]

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!

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.]

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

Are you an exorcist??

[Wolfwood blinks, following Allen's pointing finger from him to the gun.]

No? That's my gun.

[That is only going to make him think you're an exorcist MORE.]

I'm a priest, and this is my church.

[AGAIN. EVEN MORE PROOF.]

Er. Yes? [ Allen picks up his arm to point at the cross embedded into the back of his hand. ] Where I’m from, exorcists are a group of people who fight with “Innocence”, or… holy artifacts, made from the will of God.

You can be a priest and also an exorcist. I’m sure it’s encouraged.

...look, I dunno who you might've talked to before me, but I'm an assassin. Not an exorcist. I've killed people before, not demons.

[Though, he can think of a few demons he'd love to get his hands on.]

And God didn't like me enough to give me somethin' like that, sorry to say.

Wh... H... huh? But you just said you were a priest, how are you...?

[ Allen frowns, gently reaching up to scoop the bird and put it against one of the pews, before he starts to walk towards Wolfwood. ]

You don't want God to like you. When God likes you, he isn't kind. [ Ask Allen how he knows- ] But I'm willing to bet, if you've got a story like that, maybe God does like you, too.

Tch. Doubt it. If God likes me, then he's got a fucked up sense of humor.

[Just wait until you hear about how he was brewed by the Catholics in a lab Allen-]

Sorry to say, you're on the money there. [ Ask Allen how he knows, ask Allen about his arm, ask Allen about how he's God's special little project-

He closes the distance finally, and then just... wraps his arms around Wolfwood. Get McFucking hugged, idiot. ]

It's okay. We unlucky bunch stick together, okay?

Wh....oi-

[He met this kid five minutes ago and he is hugging him. Hello. Wolfwood is left completely stunned by this, but thankfully Allen is meeting the version of Wolfwood with therapy and character development who is not touch-averse like some people. He pauses, just for a moment, before he brings his hand up to ruffle Allen's hair a little.]

Uh...thanks. Listen, kid, you don't gotta worry about m-

[WOOF WOOF WOOF-

All of a sudden, Angelina bursts through the front doors of the church, woofing and sliding across the tiles as she pads up to Wolfwood and Allen, her tongue lolling from her mouth. She missed her father!

But then she notices someone New and immediately starts sneefsnorfing his shirt, sneef sneef sneef.]

Angelina, where've you been? Don't jump on him.

[ Loud!!!!!! Timcanpy is unhappy with Loud, babies need Soft, thank you. He spreads his wings from Allen's head, and hops off to try and bonk Angelina... but Allen lets Wolfwood go and catches him before he can and he kneels down to look at the little critter. ]

Oh, how darling! Hello, love!! Aren't you precious! Oh, can I pet her???

You can. She’s friendly…lil too friendly, sometimes.

[His big mean guard dog is just a baby u_u

Angelina meanwhile is like !!!! Friend!!! And is wiggling happily as she tries to lick Allen’s face, her tail wagging so fast it’s just a blur.]

She musta snuck outta the bakery while I was gone.

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