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"And? What is the artifact? Do we already have it, or at least know where it is?" Serrin was mildly impatient to hear the answer, given what a poor place Alfred had chose to pause his sentence. He also hated looking up--when did everything else get so big?

Puer's still all confused and stuff. He's really wondering what the hell is going on!

"You forgot?" This was absolutely unreal. He had forgotten? "This is... Hold on." Serrin hopped up on the bed and promptly extended a vine to start poking Tolin in the face. "Hey, wake up." The Scyther was unresponsive. Another sharp poke was met with silence.

This time, the vine trailed downwards to the stomach. It was right around here, if he recalled. One sharp poke where his softer stomach and green exoskeleton met had his eyes wide open. "God dammit!" His scythes stopped just short of stabbing his companion who wore a silly grin across his face. "Good morning! We have a bit of a problem, how alert are you?"

Tolin shifted his muscles individually, taking a check on how he was. His muscles didn't seem to want to respond fully, but his mind was at least somewhat there. "A bit woozy still. How long have I been out and what's wrong?" Serrin turned from his position on the bed. "A few hours? Gardy-boy was saying he had an idea on how to fix that one, but he forgot what it was. Some artifact. I don't really know what's going on, though." He signaled to Orion as he spoke, who had since been catapulted off the bed from Tolin's violent awakening.

"Oh. Hello, Alfred."

"Nnn. What did you say exactly, Alfred?" He was too drugged for this crap. "Something about his ties with Arceus." Tolin rubbed his temples lightly with the back of his scythes. "Alright, then. Something with a strong connection to Arceus. Something with a strong connection to Arceus..." Tolin let his scythes drop and tried to consider the question carefully. "Ah, hell. I'm too woozy for this." He laid back in the bed, apparently too tired to stay sitting properly.

Whether it was the drugs, some kind of 6th sense or just being too tired, Tolin didn't seem to mind the intruder in the slightest. "I think that's everything. Lloyd thankfully lacked the foresight to cuff me." He turned his head to Alfred. "Did you need anything else while we're here?" The tone of the question carried the subtle suggestion that, so long as he was conscious, he felt like leaving.

Serrin nodded. "Good! I hope the plate is within convenient reach?" It would be good if the old man could get his memory back, one way or another. It would be... terrible if he couldn't. Serrin had a unique empathy for someone forced to live in their mind. He, also, seemed unperturbed by the Jolteon.

Tolin shook his head. "No. Wooziness aside, I'm alright. Judging from where they opened me up, there shouldn't be any issues as long as I don't get into a fight." He chuckled. "As you said, there's hardly a horde ahead of us. Besides, I would rather see the results first hand; I'm sure Orion will have much to say." His gaze switched from Alfred to Orion, and then finally to Serrin. He wasn't sure how far along the Bulbasaur was, but if he had even an inkling he would want to come as well. It was important that Tolin got a proper read on him as soon as possible, even under the influence of the drugs. Not to mention he had his curiosities about the Jolteon.

"I would like to come as well." Serrin looked at Orion with a gaze of pity. "I would hope he can retrieve his memories... and I would rather not wait. Would it be alright if I came along, Alfred?" That was his name, he believed. Tolin had addressed him as such earlier.

Puer was the only one of the three with the sense, caution or fear to raise objection. "Are you sure you'll be alright?" Tolin had, afterall, just been through a complicated surgery. The drugs hadn't yet worn off, leaving a certain doubt about his ability to judge. He had very nearly died. "It... seems risky to move around so soon."

This... Tolin saw what was coming at the words "watch Tolin". The shove back into the bed wasn't unexpected in the slightly. It was a dirty trick to say the least and also entirely ineffective. Tolin would have had absolutely no problem at all picking up the Espeon and sticking him somewhere else. Orion would likely forget that he had been picked up and promptly sail through the window, considering how he was lately. But, if Alfred was determined enough to use a trap such as this, he was rather set on not bringing the Scyther either way. So, disturbing Orion's nap wouldn't do much good. "Alright, then. Serrin will probably be more helpful than I at the moment, regardless. Just be sure to explain a few things to him." His ability to sort through problems and find the optimum solution had been second-to-none in the past.

"Thank you." Serrin approached the Gardevoir, extending a vine. Group-teleportation typically required physical contact, right? At the very least, that's what something at the back of his mind told him. He shook the thought from his mind; if he tried to grasp onto it too deeply, he would start questioning things again.

Puer was, of course, silent but grateful. He was genuinely concerned for his leader, partner and friend. Tolin was old and much more frail than he treated himself; that was becoming increasingly clear.

Ah, there definitely was no rest for the weary or the most of the way dead. He'd been most of the way in the grave at the end of the fight and he still had a foot in. Yet, when he was declined one type of work, another fell into his lap. Not that it mattered; it was much more interesting than taking a nap. He leaned back forward into a sitting position. "Well then. What have we to discuss?"

Puer watched on in silence. He wasn't... pleased that Tolin was being kept awake. But it was better to the alternative, and unlike with teleport there was no method to prevent him from speaking.