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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 like to eat food! [ Allen, ] Oh, and work out! And, I'm really good at juggling, and doing tricks! But mostly that first thing!!

I guess I'm also good at poker, but that's less of a hobby and more survival, haha.

[foreversembrace]

[Till pauses for a moment before kindof…blinking, at Allen.]

What’s juggling?

[He is not knowing that’s just words to him. The Segyein did not often have the kids doing tricks during their performances turns out, they just sang. And also had killer stage presence but you know-]

[godsfavourite]

[ Well. He has to wait for things to happen on the stove, so—

Allen ends up gathering some vaguely spherical fruit he can find and begins tossing them up in the air one at a time, and then eventually switching hands and getting into a rhythm. ]

It’s this~!

[foreversembrace]

Wh- ...huh?

[???]

How are you doin' that?

[You're talking to a professional clown buddy they can just do this.]

[godsfavourite]

It’s a performance trick! I learned it to put on shows and stuff~ I would do more juggling tricks — this is fairly basic. But I would feel comfortable with real balls. I wouldn’t wanna waste food.

[ He laughs a bit, catching the fruits to set them down. ]

I’ll have to put on a show for you if you liked that! Seems like this place could use a few laughs, anyway.

[foreversembrace]

[What the fuck...what's it like to be so talented, says the guy who can sing and (sortof) play music.]

Shows...did you get on a stage for that? In front of a crowd?

[godsfavourite]

In front of a crowd? Yes. On stage? No, not really! We're mostly street performers! Some might do stage performances, but... I don't do well under that kind of stress, haha. I'm very loose with my shows. And it's more fun to interact with the crowd!

[foreversembrace]

Do...

[...]

Do you...sing?

[godsfavourite]

[ Whoof. Unfortunately, this is also a fairly rough topic for Allen. He idly scratches his cheek as he turns around to get back to the pasta. ]

...I don't like to. But it's unavoidable, sometimes... I don't know. I wouldn't want to do it as a performance. It would make me upset.

[foreversembrace]

...right. Sorry I brought it up.

[...]

If people try to force you, I'll kill 'em.

[You were doing so well, not being violent.]

[godsfavourite]

Please don't. [ The amount of people who would kill for him is concerning. ] I can take care of myself, promise.

Besides, the only person who would force me to do it, unfortunately, also has access to this body. So it doesn't really matter...

[ He's squishing the tomatoes now into a sauce. ]

[foreversembrace]

[...]

You should not have just said that so casually.

[godsfavourite]

I said it casually because if I disrespect him enough, maybe he'll fuckin' leave me alone.

[foreversembrace]

Can I ask who, or...?

[godsfavourite]

There's a guy who takes over my body sometimes if I'm not careful, and he's a dickhead.

That's... the short of it. I actively avoid saying his name if I can.

[ Picking up the pot to strain the noodles now! Hurray- ]

[foreversembrace]

...is that.

[Waving his hand around like ????]

Normal...? For people? Or is that just a you thing?

[godsfavourite]

Oh, God, I hope it's just a me thing! It's bloody arse, I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

[foreversembrace]

Oh, right...that's. [Don't say good don't say good-] ...that really sucks, that you have to deal with that.

[godsfavourite]

[ He just shrugs, mixing the sauce in with the noodles. ]

I'm living with it. C'est la vie, right?

[foreversembrace]

[Till makes a face.]

And what does that mean?

[godsfavourite]

Oh! It's French. It means, I think, "such is life" or "that's life" or something like that. Basically just... no use crying about it, just live with it, and figure out how. That kind of thing.

[foreversembrace]

[Till...frowns, folding his arms over the table so he can drop his chin on them, watching the back of Allen's head as he cooks.]

...how are you supposed to be expected to just live with it when your life is so unfair? And you ain't done nothin' to deserve it?

[He growls that under his breath. He might not just be talking about Allen, here.]

[godsfavourite]

[ Yeah. Allen's picking that up. He sort of glances at Till before turning back to his pasta endeavors. ]

...Well... mostly, because we find what we want to live for. For me, it was because my... we'll say, adoptive father wanted that for me. He wanted me to keep going. So I am. And I kept going right until I found more reasons to keep going - in my friends.