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[Caleb felt the traces of phosphorus squelched between his fingers. His hands shook as soot and smoke covered his hands. He knew that this was not the spell's doing. Wall of fire created exactly what the name entailed. A wall of flames, it did not teleport the caster to some random location in some strange city.

Maybe he passed out in the battle field and this was some odd fever dream. Or perhaps his spell failed and he was now dead. Instead standing around just being confused and lost in this strange city, he decided to take a seat on a wooden bench. It was better to sit and be confused than stand around. At least he knew with his dirty clothes, that probably smelled vaguely of low tide, he wouldn't draw too much attention to himself. Just the way he liked it.]

I think it's time we have a look around, ja?

[He whispered to a lump in his shabby looking coat. Pointed cat ears and green eyes poked out of his clothes. The bengal cat nuzzled under Caleb's chin before he hopped out of Caleb's clothes and slowly started to saunter away from his master and down the sidewalk. Hopefully a cat will be able to move a bit quicker than a human, and people (for the most part) tend to be nicer to cats.As he watched Frumpkin leave, Caleb pulled his hood over his head and slouched over his legs in a waiting position.]

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zips in here like a gay bat out of hell

[blingking]

( It's been a weird couple of weeks. Namely because of the sudden influx of Pokemon now prowling around the cities. Initially, Molly wasn't going to participate in catching them. He barely managed to accept Kiri when they found her in the woods; he scarcely could imagine a good reason to foist pets upon himself he probably wouldn't care for to the degree they needed. But, Nemuri was bitching and moaning about not getting anything for days, so he decided fuck it, he'll give it a shot, just to get her something.

Like ten pokemon and a lot of wasted time later, he's sort of just...strolling around. Bored of this now, looking for something better to do with his free time. Maybe he'll call up Ace again for a drink, or bug that guy that gave him the best pokemon ever (Mr. Mime), or maybe he'll... he'll...

A soft meow echoes in the air. Molly tenses as an orange bengal cat strolls past him on the sidewalk. Familiar, eyes gleaming, the recognition strong and prominent. Holy shit. )

...Frumpkin?

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[The cat's attention quickly turns into the direction his name is called. There is a moment of hesitation in his step as Frumpkin's fur visibly puffs at the tail. There is a shared moment of 'holy shit' between the two of them before the cat moves slow and cautious towards the teifling.

A little sniff here, another there, and that is enough for the cat. He meows as he rubs his entire side against Molly's leg. It's loud and almost whiny sort of noise, almost like a sob. Another mournful yowl before the cat stands on it's hind legs, his front paws on Molly as his toes stretch as if asking to be picked up.]

[blingking]

( Frumpkin might have been the only known exception to the pet rule. Mostly because he wasn't Molly's responsibility, and he technically wasn't really a pet. More that odd extension of Caleb.

Caleb. He had to be here too, right? Granted, Frumpkin didn't really adhere to the laws of their plane of reality, so it's possible he wasn't, but...

Molly blinks, feeling claws against his leg. He kneels down. ) Hey... ( said softly, hands reaching to hoist the cat into his arms gently. He cradles Frumpkin in the crook of his elbow, his other hand atop his head to scratch gently behind an ear. Molly glances around. ) You here by yourself?

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[Frumpkin's purr was loud as Molly picks him up and scratchs behind his ear. He gives a slow blink in response to the words. He is only still a moment, before he squirms out of Molly's arms and hops back onto the ground. He takes a few steps and pauses. The cat looks back behind him, tail flicking to make sure Molly follows.

After several times repeats of walking and pausing, Frumpkin walks back to the sidewalk of the park that he and Caleb arrived back in. Frumpkin yowls as he hops onto the figure of the hooded man slumped over on the bench.

Caleb feels little claws on his back and shoulder. His eyes flicker around for a moment as his whole body tenses, but he hasn't looked up yet.]] Was? So loud, what did you find? [The cat only nudges at his head in response.]

[blingking]

( Molly follows, and maybe there's a part of him that worries this might be some kind of trick. This world has been too kind to him, what with the second (third?) chance at life and all. It's too bad Mollymauk isn't inclined to linger on what-ifs and could-have-beens, not when the chance for something exciting is right in front of him.

His heart thumps wildly in his chest, just under the scar left by Lorenzo's spear. If not a trap, Frumpkin would only be leading him to one place, to one person.

He is unmistakable, even with the hood over his head. Disheveled, hunched like he holds the world on his shoulders. That Zemnian accent as prominent as ever and impossible to dismiss. Molly, for once in a long time, hesitates. He's supposed to be dead - hes not now, but he wonders how long it's been for Caleb. Might as well see.

He steps closer. )

Mister Caleb.

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[As Caleb hears foot falls he freezes. His eyes move up to where he can feel Frumpkin lounging on his head. The cat is purring so loud, and he is instantly confused. Who did Frumpkin lead back? Was it another Might Nein? Gods, he hopes so.

But then he hear the voice and his heart dropped down to his stomach. Was this a trick? His head snaps upwards. He can feel Frumpkin shift just slightly, but the cat still remains on top of him. If he had not been sitting, he would be on his ass right now.]

.....Mister Mollymauk?

[His voice is low as he answers in an almost automatic response to his name. He can feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest, it's hard and fast he thought it might break a rib. He stares for several more seconds, not moving. His voice is low and sakey as he speaks again.] Is this a trick?

[blingking]

( Molly can't help but laugh - first at the automatic response, like nothing had changed at all; and then to the question about this being a trick. Great minds and all that. He smiles, sharp teeth exposed just under curled lips. )

If it is, they've even got me fooled. And I know all the tricks in the book. ( Well, most of the shitty ones. He reaches a hand out, resting his hand against Frumpkin's head again in a motion of thanks. Good job, buddy. )

Been a while, I'm guessing.

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A while. [He repeats with a slow nod of his head. He feels Frumpkin shift as the cat pushes his head into Molly's hand before he hops down to Caleb's shoulder and then sits beside him on the bench. Caleb stands as his body becomes free of extra weight. His face is emotionless as all kinds of thoughts and ideas move through his head.

He acts on the first good idea that pops in his brain, and reaches out to touch Molly on the chest. He is solid, just like a living person should be. It still might be a illusion. His hands imminently go to his horns and he gives a soft tug on each of them. Still solid. It makes his heart flutter and his breathing quickens.]

How? [His eyes flicker to Molly's. He repeats with less of a quiver in his voice.] How? I-I saw your body. [I saw you die.]

[blingking]

( Molly doesn't protest despite the oddness of the slight role reversal. Last he recalled, he was the one poking and prodding at Caleb. Granted, he did that for far different reasons than the wizard did now, but it's still... funny. Molly chuckles softly, tilting his head with a jingle of the baubles still adorning his horns. A hand reaches up to grasp Caleb's, lowering it slowly to hold it just under his chin. )

I don't know. ( He says with a shrug. ) Something about this place - I don't really understand it, but I do understand that I'm here, alive, one way or the other. And I'm not about to start complaining about it.