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STUFF STUFF STUFF PH POST CHRONOLOGY KEEPER LAURA JOINS THE TEAM YAAAAAY.

Puer jumped at the crashing sound that seemed keen on breaking down the door. Warily, he nudged it open slightly to peer through at the Lucario. Whoever it was, they seemed grumpy as hell... It was probably best not to get involved. He nudged the door back shut and immediately moved into the next room. "Tolin, someone... angry is at the door." Angry?" "I'll deal with it, don't worry."

Tolin opened the door and immediately recognized the Lucario for her distinctive scarf and necklace; she had been with Alfred. Likely someone under his command. "Hello. You're one of Alfred's comrades, I believe?"

Not fond of Alfred, huh? Well, that was understandable... Alfred certainly could be grating at times. It was kind of touching to hear that Alfred spoke highly of him, though; he knew that he commanded some respect, but it was another thing entirely to hear it. Making oneself into a hermit tended to make these things... "new" again.

The "snapping his neck" part was a concern, though. What had he done? "Of course, I would be glad to help. What's the problem?"

"...I'll be right back." If Alfred was drunk, he'd need a plan B just in case. Which meant, let's see... A small kettle, a water skin, a mug and Serrin would probably be enough. Tolin left the doorway, shutting the door to a slight crack. He returned a minute later with a bag slung over one shoulder, a waterskin over the other and a Bulbasaur wrapped around his waist.

"Let's go. Can you teleport, or should I ask one of my team members for assistance?"

Tolin sat back in his chair and relaxed. It was the first real bit of relaxation he had had in a few days. He hadn't even eaten until just a few minutes ago, although he had only the stomach for a light snack. He'd smoothed over what he needed to with his team and gotten things moving as he needed them to... so it was good. He finally had enough time to sit down without having to worry about some tense conversation or some kind of mythic creature trying to murder him.

It was a nice feeling.

Yes, yes of course. Nice feelings. Such things aren't allowed, are they?

...For that matter, how the hell did she even know where he lived? Or his name, he's not sure he ever introduced himself to her. It's plausible enough that she could could have heard his name during a conversation. Of course, by "her", he meant Stella. That over-affectionate personality and high, squeaky voice couldn't belong to anyone else.

Well, whatever. More information was always welcome. "Hello, Stella. What's going on?" His eyes rolled up and his head tilted back slightly to take as good a look at Stella as he could.

...Couldn't even deal with this in his own room, could he? Never could the information even just come to him.

Oh well, information was information. Even if he did have to talk to more dead people. And leave his house. And probably deal with whatever silliness Stella would inevitably put him through...

Life kind of sucks, sometimes, doesn't it? He gave a brief nod. "Of course. Let's go, then; I would be glad to speak with him. Whoever he is."

Tolin was sitting quietly in his seat. It had been a day since the raid on the ruins and a few days since he had been able to spend more than a moment with his team. Of course, it's not as if he had spent the day on anything that could be defined as a group activity. In fact, far from it; he had encouraged the rest of his team to leave while he sat quietly and flipped through his book.

Of course, there was one pair of eyes that hadn't left. One pair of eyes that had refused, although they would not say why. One pair of eyes that came down and sat in front of Tolin with a look of confusion and a question on the tip of it's tongue. "You want to know what's happening to you, right?" The Bulbasaur gave a nod. Tolin sighed slightly and closed his book. His mind stretched outwards, pulling a chained amulet to him. It slipped over his neck and tightened on it's own. The outside was encased in what appeared to be brass. It was plain and, to be frank, a little ugly. "Well, let's go, then." He stretched his scythe out to tap Serrin on the forehead and both of them disappeared with a crack.