General Cross Marion was completely insane.
Not that Allen hadn't suspected this before, but it seemed joining this community had only made things worse. Asking Allen for a polar bear that can drink 'Coca-Cola', whatever that was, and
dancing penguins...
The young Exorcist knew that his Master was probably drunk, but Cross was
always probably drunk. Drunk or sober made no difference, anyway. Cross remembered his demands.
Despite that, though, Allen had been ready to ignore Cross, mostly because he
was in the future and would probably not be able to punish him for another few weeks. Probably. But then Arche stepped in, and now Allen found himself bundled up in his heaviest winter uniform and standing in a few feet of snow covering the polar icecap. It had been surprisingly easy to sneak away from the man who was supposedly keeping watch over him day and night; Allen would have to thank Lavi later for the help. Getting onto the Ark was a bit more difficult, but he managed it in the end.
Crossing one arm over the other and wishing he'd put on a layer or ten more, Allen waited for Arche to arrive, hoping this wasn't going to turn out like that time Cross had wanted a lion...