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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[ That's exactly why, buddy! You're figuring out Allen. Not that Link hasn't already been reading him like a book, but it's only going to be worse now that he's able to be so openly affectionate. Or "openly". He's holding back about 90% of his affection, but shhh, no reason to tell Link that. ]

Ahh, you really won't relent on that whole greens with your meals thing huh? [ He laughs. ] That's alright. Anything you cook always tastes brilliant anyway~

[Ough. Gay. Why are you so gay.]

Sorry, but they’re good for you. And you want to maintain your health, don’t you?

[He says, knowing that Allen would live on donuts if at all possible.]

Protein is good for you, too! Also, iron! But I get it, I know. Blah blah balanced diet blah blah. I do appreciate you worrying about me.

[ He bumps his head to Link’s arm affectionately and grins. ]

It must’ve pained you to see how I was eating those three months I was “alone”, huh? [ Allen spent most of his food money at local butchers. Whoops! He can’t be trusted to take care of himself solo ever again— ]

Very much so. Although, if I’m honest, I’m just glad you were eating at all.

[Especially knowing how much he needs to function. It’s a wonder Allen lasted three whole months like that to begin with.

Anyway it’s off to the kitchen for Schnitzel, though Link will keep talking as he gathers ingredients.]

You could have been a lot worse off than you were.

…That’s true on all accounts, I fear.

[ Allen sighs, climbing up on one of the barstools by the kitchen island while Link works. ]

If I didn’t have Timcanpy, I don’t think I would’ve survived my loneliness. I didn’t realize how… all-consuming it would be? I thought… for sure… I could handle it for my friends’ sake.

I’m uh… kind of daft, innit??

I wouldn't put it quite like that, but...the decision was short-sighted, yes.

[Not that he blames Allen at all for it. What else was he supposed to do? He'd become a fugitive, at that point...and anyone known to be working with him would never see the light of day again, if they were caught. It's no wonder he wanted to keep everyone at the Order at arm's length...and it's not like everyone has the "I'm legally dead now" excuse.]

You're lucky to have so many people who care about you enough to keep you from going down the wrong path, at least for too long.

[ It's really funny how delighted and happy he was, that drops instantly like flipping a switch. Allen doesn't look at Link, glancing down to the ground. Lucky, huh? Is it lucky to have so many people care so deeply for someone who's ultimately not supposed to be here? Who gave his life up without knowing he did? Who owed his body to the Noah living in him??? Is it lucky to know you're fated to "die" and leave your friends heartbroken?

He pushed his friends away for a lot of reasons. To keep them from also being fugitives, to keep them from getting hurt by Nea, to keep them from being distraught when they had to say their final good-bye to Allen Walker.

He gently lulls his head from side to side. ]

Yeah. Lucky.

[Link doesn't immediately notice because he's turned away working at the stove. Getting his ingredients ready, cutting up veggies, and the like. So when he happens to turn around and see that Allen's gotten so...quiet (with even his response coming off as different in a noticeable way), he pauses, his brows slightly furrowing.]

Allen...?

[ He slaps on a smile, instantly. Practiced, as always. ]

Sorry, got lost in though, I did. Did you need my help with anything?

[Allen...]

Mm. Fancy peeling a few potatoes for me?

[ Allen nods, hopping from his seat to go grab a knife to start stripping spuds. As you do. ]

Should I throw the peels away or can you do something with those?

We could save the peels for soup, perhaps...

[According to Google, anyway. I have no idea what kind of soup you'd use these for.]

Do save them, though. I'd like to use them for compost.

[ He nods, getting out a little bowl to put the peels for now. Maybe Link could use this to make vegetable stock? Or... something? Allen doesn't know anything about stock or really even cooking beyond "how to boil water", so- ]

...Watching you cook is always so fascinating. I don't realize how much of a difference little things make.

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