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Who: Allen and YOU
When: Day 90
Where: Throughout the carnival
What: Allen getting acclimated and being a tool

The Cookhouse

[Allen was in a bad way when he stumbled into the Carnival--literally fell through a wall and found himself here. Barely conscious and desperate, he signed a contract with the Ringleader, buying himself some time. If he had passed out, he would have woken as another person. Now, with her suppressing the memory of Nea, he can sleep. He can recuperate while he learns how to beat the demon inside him.

But first, he must eat. And, following his nose, he beelines for the smell of food.

For those who wander into the Cookhouse early in the day, they will find a young boy devouring a mountain of food. No, seriously. The precariously stacked pile of meats, desserts, pastas, and sweets towers high above the tables, almost touching the ceiling. It sways as Allen tugs a leg of lamb from the bottom and promptly stuffs it in his mouth. The speed at which he eats causes cream and scraps to go flying. It's a messy, terrifying affair that honestly belongs in a cartoon.

Will you stare in horror? Play Food Jenga? The choice is yours.]

Wandering Through the Woods

[If you want to understand something, you might want to go to the beginning. Allen decides he needs to get to know this new, temporary place at which he's staying, so he heads toward the woods.

What do you get when you combine an enchanted forest that turns you back around and an incredible skill for getting lost? A pathetic mess, that's what.

Allen sprints through the trees, emerging again at the forest's edge. He's irritably scratching behind his right ear, where two white feathers have erupted the skin, just beginning to grow. A bulbous golden orb with wings limps through the air behind him.]

Seriously?! [He shouts to the sky:] Is this really all there is?!

Recuperating

[Thoroughly frustrated with the failure that was the forest, he finally finds the lake. Finally, a place he can explore and rest. Taking a moment to clean himself up, he takes off his shirt, kicks off his boots, and rolls up his baggy clown pants. Allen gingerly lowers himself to the water's edge, dipping his bare feet in the shallows.

Anyone walking by may notice the old scar running from his shoulder to his opposite hip, mirrored on both chest and back. A newer wound festers in his stomach, twitching tendrils of white feathers emerging from it. They are made of a divine substance, and it's healing him from within.

Still, it's completely disgusting, and he's in obvious pain.]

Exploring the Mountains

[Once he's gathered enough strength to continue, he pulls on his shirt and trudges up that strange, warm path leading up the mountain. It's practically calling to him, the unknown.

It takes him about thirty seconds to get lost. In the mountains. Alone.

This is it. This is the end for him. RIP Allen Walker.]

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[Donut in mouth, Allen turns to watch the strange cat, curious. It's making his left eye twitch. What is that odd cat?

His attention on the two strange creatures leaves the entire pile of food completely unguarded, wide open for the strange . . . bat thing.

Perched on top of the food is a golden, winged orb with horns. A footlong sub is somehow stuffed halfway into its bottomless maw, and it's eyeing the four-winged creature from Hell. Allen might not know it, but this pile of treasure belongs to Tim, and he is guarding his dragon hoard.

Go on, punk. Make his day.]

[flashover]

[A cait sidhe, that's what! But for now, one that is way more interested in the snack than anything else. He also finally wins the tug of war with the buggy pokémon, and he carries his prize to a high perch where Nosh cannot follow. Nosh wibbles... and then starts to cry. Wow. Sad.

The bat, meanwhile, doesn't seem intimidated by the ball, despite it's hammerspace-esque mouth. It narrows all of it's eyes and creeps a little closer, it's flames scorching the wooden table.

Then, a series of sharp claps from the doorway to the kitchen.

Many things happen at once.

One, Kuro spooks, drops his bone, and goes zooming through seating area. He runs headlong into a door frame and knocks himself out.

Two, Nosh stops crying and makes a solid attempt to dig into the concrete floor. She fails.

Three, the bat is also spooked, and flies away screeching hellaciously, but not before knocking over a few of Allen's plates. Most are empty, but unfortunately some of Tim's delicious snacks go flying as well.

The boy who clapped just stands there, in awe of the destruction he has wrought with a simple loud noise.]

.... Uh..... I just wanted the bat to get off the table... he knows better!

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[Tim's tail and wings are ramrod straight, like that of a shocked, pissed-off cat. Allen had yelped when the hellbat had knocked over his delicious food, and now he mourns, huge, ridiculous teardrops wibbling at the corners of his eyes.

When he turns to berate the monster who did this, the tears vanish with a strangely electronic winding noise, like an old television turning on, and two gears just. Appear over his left eye, spinning in tandem with each other. His sclera is now black, and that is definitely an inverted pentagram for a pupil.

Which may make him a bit of a hypocrite when he tenses like he might have to spring up to fight at any moment, expression serious. He really doesn't know how to take this guy at all. He reads as not human, but the soul is fuzzy. No, two connected souls?? How]

Ah. It's okay . . .

[Timcanpy, in the short amount of time between devastation and now, has been shaking with anger. It's now that he finally explodes and shoots after the hellbat, breaking the tension. It will know his rage!!! HE'S HAVING HELLBAT TONIGHT.

Allen jumps to his feet, setting the edible mountain swaying.] Tim, wait! Don't eat anything weird!!

[flashover]

[The monster, really no more than a boy, stands there just... looking stunned. He has dark hair, pointed ears, a lion-like poofy black tail, blue markings, and digitigrade feet with reptilian toes. In addition to an apron, he has a... sword...? In a red case, slung over his shoulder. Strangely, the sword is the epicenter of part of his odd, split soul.

Uh... those gears are weird. But ... not the weirdest thing he's ever seen? So Rin doesn't freak out]

I was just comin' to take some of your dirty plates away, too... I'm sorry... [he bows a bit, embarrassed.

The bat, now being tailed by a fierce little round golem, screeches and chitters in a panic]

... Ack!! D-don't do that, batty! You're gonna set something on fire!! Ugh, this is why I don't like you guys in here! [WHAP. Rin gets beaned right in the face with the panicked bat, who uses his bestest best friend Rin to save him from the mouthy flying pac-man thing] Gah! You're gonna burn my apron!! [this was turning into a nightmare!]

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[Timcanpy circles Rin before diving for the bat again. If he can't get the bat, he might just end up biting Rin instead.

Allen rushes over, his exasperation more of an older brother dealing with his annoying little bro than a pet owner.]

Tim, stop! [He's chasing the golem around Rin, now, trying to grab him and just missing every time.] If this place gets set on fire, what will happen to the food?! [PRIORITIES.

Really, Allen's just adding to the chaos.]