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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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[Wolfwood is at the Inn. Why is he at the Inn right now, and not at the Bakery? Well, honestly he's still been checking up on various locations in the grove since the Woodcrawlers left, surveying damage and whatnot. The Inn of course wasn't able to be infiltrated, but he's not sure he can say the same about the exterior. Is this kind of damage something that will repair itself, he wonders...

He's actually on his way outside to go check elsewhere when something suddenly zwoops in through the doorway and bumps into his chest. Wha. Hello-?]

Huh-?

[He doesn't even get a chance to say or do anything before Tim is chewing on the lapels of his blazer. What ARE you.]

The hell-? Did Ain make you too?

[ Aira's been taking a lot of walks since his housemates disappeared. The shrine is upkept, of course, but after his chores and attempts at prayer he seeks company the only way he knows how. He doesn't expect the white haired guy who bursts from the forest, nor how he promptly starts to melt down ]

Ah- hold on!

[ He runs over and- oh gods what is happening to his eye!? ]

Shh, hey, can you hear me? Deep breaths. You'll be okay, just breathe with me.

[ He shakily takes the other's hand to give him something solid to anchor to and begins counting breaths. ]

[ain is NOT the father!]

( she almost doesn't recognize him. he looks very different in his new life, after all. and yet...

... she'd been bringing a photo or three to the archive so she could look things up, but this is far more pressing. marble, bless that big butterfly-kitty, circles around him like a shield from behind while she crouches in front of him, holding the folder to her chest with one hand and reaching out with the other. )

Are you okay...?

[ Delicious! He will chew through them if Wolfwood doesn't stop him. This person has a cross, too. Part of the Order? No. No golem. Likely not. Omnomnom- ]

[A bit after Allen has kind of had time to adjust and eat a snacks, Ain leaves the tailor shop and walks out into the centre of the Grove only to be visually BLASTED by all the soul anomaly shit going on with him.

Holy FUCK. There are THREE dudes inside you and not even in a way that's fun...!]

Um.

[Where does he even begin here, he has no idea.

Dachsologie barks.]

[Till is...slowly becoming a little less jumpy. Less squirrely. Has he confronted the consequences of his actions yet? He sure the fuck has not, but hey, he's trying.

He was not expecting to be confronted by someone he's never met before that though, and because of that he jumps when Allen calls out to him like a startled cat, pulling the scarf Flamebringer made for him a little tighter around his neck out of reflex.]

I...uhh. There's food in the Inn...but it's like, ingredients for stuff. You'll have to cook if you want more than that.

[Why is he talking like that-]

...and, that's. Uh. Moder?

[He doesn't know how else to explain what she is. She's Moder.]

[Urbain's British-French (Brinch, or Fritish) (both of these sound like slurs) ass hears Allen's accent and Immediately he finds himself reverting to the sort of Galarian speak he'd use back home and not, you know, his default weird accent. Some of his vowels still come across French! But hoo!!

Unfortunately he's also from tyool 2025-2026ish so that'll become an issue in about three seconds—]

Hey mate! [fuck] That's Moder, bestie, she's chill. I know she looks scary but she's cool, trust. As for food, I can hook you up! Do you like curry?

[ Allen shakes violently as he tries to steady himself the best he can. "Are you okay?" feels like the most loaded question in the world right now. It should be an easy answer. Easiest answer ever.

Fucking no.

But Allen is not the sort of person to admit when things are wrong. Even when they so clearly are. ]

I... [ He tries, but lets out something of a breathy laugh, trying to keep up with his need for air. He huffs a few more times and plasters on his usual smile. ] Just surprised! Sorry, that must've been quite the scare. I-I just... need a second, that's all.

[ Despite his shaking, he's got his Innocence-hand pressed over his chest like that's meant to alleviate some of his panic somehow. ]

( ah, he lies through his teeth.

just like her.

oof.

lily is quiet for a moment while marble leans in and snuffs. sorry for her giant cat, sweetie. eventually though, she smiles. a bit. )

It's okay if you aren't. I have some tea that might help, if you're amicable. --Don't mind Marble, she's just curious...

Oi, hey. You can't be doin' that.

[That's his blazer! Sure it's already been stitched many times before and it's burnt all to shit, but that doesn't mean he wants it torn up worse.

He's going to kindof carefully hover a hand underneath Tim while he wanders in a circle, wondering where Ain is. He's not in the Inn right now, he doesn't think...

In the meantime, he'll pull a lollipop from his pocket and offer it for chewing instead.]

[ Initially, Allen will jerk his hand away, used to pushing away so vehemently at this point that the thought of comforting touch from strangers unnerves him. His normal hand cradles his red, hardened hand against his chest, squeezing it tighter than he means to. He, at least, realizes his rudeness immediately and shakes his head, trying to huff out an apology. It only comes out as broken "So... Sor..." for a moment until he's stabilized enough, however.

A few more breaths. He's okay, he's okay, he's o- ] Sorry-

Just a min... minute-

[ He doesn't bother looking at Aira yet, ashamed of himself for not being better. He should be used to bullshit by now, surely... ]

[ Allen is staring right back. His left eye flashing red with the whites getting dark and... uh... Allen leans back a little. Whoa...

His Innocence reaches up and forces his eye closed, and reopens it again with it's natural colors. ]

..........Cheers. [ What the fuck???

Timcanpy will bonk his head into Dachsologie. Noisy. ]

Edited 2026-03-04 03:07 (UTC)

["I'm going back to the Order. Bye," had essentially, sort of, been Kanda's last words to Allen — he did not say them but that was basically the gist of it. Saying goodbye implies finality, and Kanda had known he'd be back with whatever research he and Tiedoll completed eventually. Not... that it was planned, or that either of them knew how at the time, but Kanda had chased Allen across the country before. Surely he could do it again. Would do it again.

At some point.

Last he knew, he was standing in the rain in front of Mana Walker's empty grave. Now he's here, it's not raining, there's goddamn snow on the ground, there's SOME FUCKING GUY THAT LOOKS LIKE HIM SOMEWHERE OUT THERE, there's a Catholic Goddamn Church, and Allen Walker is collapsed in front of him.

What the fuck is happening.

Luckily Kanda has the brain to recognize that Allen may or may not be fighting his demons (literal), so instead of asking questions — he's never been good at that anyway — he runs to Allen's side and crouches down to check. Eyes normal? Not ominously yellow?]

Beansprout!

[Get it together we need to figure out where we are—]

I am. [ He assures, too quickly. As if he has something to prove, he'll even hoist himself from the ground. Though his legs wobble a bit under the weight they're not yet read to hold, he still manages. He's forced them to endure much worse.

But, at the very least, his faux smile falls. ] I would not turn down tea, but... mostly... [ Who are you? What's happening? Why can my eye see things that aren't Akuma? Why did I get visions of my friends dying? Should I be talking to you? Did you do this? ] Where... are my friends?

[ Oh, well he completely bungled that- guilt burns in his chest, but he just holds his hands to his chest as though he'd been burned, in part to keep himself from reaching out again. ]

No, it's my fault, don't be sorry. I'll stay here with you, okay?

[ He doesn't touch but he's present, making sure nothing attacks while they're out here. Nothing dangerous should come into town, but the newbie doesn't know that. ]

( white lily brings herself to a stand slowly- her body is a fragile one and being without the sun for so long has left her tired, weary. the war did little to help. ah... she holds the folder closer. )

I'm sorry. I'm afraid I don't know. They may be where you last saw them, or they may be here and you simply haven't stumbled upon them yet. ... It's a small town, so if they are here, it won't be too long.

This place is... difficult to explain. It will probably sound unbelievable. But... why don't we take it one step at a time?

My name is White Lily. The people here simply call me Lily, most of the time. Will you follow me?

( marble is already pressing against him slightly. that is a large cat after all, and she sees you wobbling, sir! )

[ No yellow. No red, either, which is fortunate for Allen. Allen barely registers what's happening immediately. Panic says to swat away the sudden touch. To push, to shove, to scream, to throw a whirlwind of fear out and make it everyone's problem. He's...

He doesn't. Though his heart is beating so fast he fears it may break his chest open, he somehow has the control enough to not completely lose it at something as simple as having someone close. Someone familiar no less.

But it's scary. There's a moment where Kanda will see those silver-grays hurriedly scanning his face in no particular pattern, and just as erratic as his hyperventilating, then away from him to where the well is.

...

Allen doesn't say anything, to stuck in the ocean of thoughts in his head to comprehend any of this, and unsure he remembers what language even is. ]

You wouldn't happen to know the cost of the food, would you? I'm a bit... strapped for money right now, haha. Or, um, anything? I do not know where my stuff went off to.

[ He laughs, bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. ]

Bloody grew legs, I guess.

I see! Is that... its... title? Name? [ Maybe its like Hevlaska? ] A friendly sort, I hope?

Oh! Sorry, I've... lost my manners in the chaos. [ He juts out his human hand. ] I'm Allen!

I'm Allen. [ He offers up easily, running his hand easily over Marble's fur as if he's greeting an old friend instead of a new creature. He doesn't question following, either. He's done stupider things to get answers. Much stupider. ]

I... It would be a bloody feat to get me to not believe you, honestly. [ He's sort of gotten hit himself within just a few months with multiple trains of information that have promptly ran over his worldviews and changed how he sees... everything. Himself, how things work, rights, wrongs, life. ]

[ Tim does not eat the lollipop. Instead he flops onto his side in Wolfwood's hand, frustrated, though it doesn't seem that way considering his Lack Of Features. Where's Allen! Why doesn't this weird clergyman not understand Allen is a baby and he's gonna be sad if Timcanpy isn't there!

God!

He bites Wolfwood's hand. ]

[Help, how do you deal with a panic attack— no one taught him this! Doctors treat hysteria with cocaine and Kanda doesn't have any god damn cocaine!!]

Beansprout, oi!

[Does he— does he punch him? That usually draws Allen out of whatever bullshit place his brain goes to, but it doesn't seem like Nea is at the forefront of his conscious right now. Fuck, if Johnny were here, what would Johnny do? Johnny is reasonable and thinks thoughts that people who were raised and had parents that loved them think!

Slowly, then, he puts a hand on Allen's shoulder and shakes him.]

Allen, look at me. What the hell happened?

[ Bestie? Uh. Wh.

Hello- ]

I'll eat proper anythin'! It feels like I've gone without nosh for months.

"Cool" as in... I can get closer to her? Or "cool" as in, just keep your distance?

[ It's not hard to pull Allen's gaze back to Kanda, but... it does trigger the reaction of tears welling in his eyes, pairing very well with the way he's so desperate to get the air in his lungs. He feels... lightheaded. This is too much. It's too much, it's too much, it's- ]

I saw your corpse.

[ He was dead. He and Marie and Alma, scattered so carelessly around the well, like they didn't deserve to have dignified deaths. Like...

Allen chokes on a sob. Emotional, as ever. ]

Wh-... Are you doing th-...this on purpose??

[The fact that Urbain understands every word of that... i hate both of them go in the pear wiggler.]

Great!

You can get closer to her, yeah, and she'll talk to you. She's the Forest Guardian, so she's peaceful as long as you respect nature, or that's what I'm told. [...] You wanna come get food before you start dying though? C'mon, let's go to the inn.

[He'd lead Allen to the bakery because he works there, but uh, that's a business and this is free lunch. So.]

I'm Urbain, by the way!

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