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[jumpthegun]

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[devoutish]

A feathery orange ghost boy. What a place we've found ourselves in, eh?

[jumpthegun]

Well, after the monster goat, I'm pretty much set for anything, aren't you?

[devoutish]

The monster goat and the talking dog.

[jumpthegun]

And the talking cat... who's also apparently a star or constellation or something.

[devoutish]

When did we get a cat?

[jumpthegun]

Awhile back. Apparently that's what 'at I will not' is.

[devoutish]

Fucking ridiculous. I hope I don't end up in a house with any of 'em.

[jumpthegun]

The dog seems nice... and just about what I'd expect a talking dog to be like. Toriel's nice, too. [He pauses to cough raggedly and sip some water. This conversation is doing a number on his throat.] She's worried about Frisk, though, with her illness keeping on. Have you still got your cough and fever?

[devoutish]

Yeah. And you, what have you got? You're ill. I can hear it in your voice.

[jumpthegun]

I'm not ill. Just a rough throat. Bit of trouble, like I said. It'll pass.

[devoutish]

What sort of trouble?

[jumpthegun]

Had a tussle with someone. All this static is making things bad, Alfie. Might be better you're blind right now, really. He thought I was an anomaly. It's sorted.

[Just going to get the lie out. Yep.]

[devoutish]

I suppose you don't want to say who it was?

[jumpthegun]

Would it make a difference to you if I did? You don't know him very well.

[devoutish]

I would like to know, but I'm not gonna push. Certainly not gonna try to do something about it.

[jumpthegun]

[Thank you for responding in the manner he told Tony you would respond, Alfie. John breathes a quiet sigh of relief. Fiona may very well done more the problem, then.]

If you can promise me you won't tell Fiona who it is before I do, I'll let you know. She's got more of a temper than you. I'll need to explain it carefully.

[devoutish]

Is it someone Fiona knows well?

[jumpthegun]

Not that I'm aware of, no. [Which he honestly expects to go down worse than someone she's friends with or at least likes. Like if it were Beckett.] He's the man I was going to meet weeks ago that I wouldn't tell you about... [His mysterious ally.]

[devoutish]

The paranoid one.

[Alfie has a few guesses.]

[jumpthegun]

Yeah. The paranoia didn't help.

[devoutish]

Mm. If it is who I think it is, he has a history of this.

[jumpthegun]

[Oh, right. Tifa. Had she told Alfie about what happened? Who it was?]

I was helping him manage it. He hasn't hurt anyone in a long while. It just got to be too much again after my casebook and what happened the day before-

[He cuts himself off as he realizes that sounds a lot more like he was being targeted and a lot less like mistaken anomaly identity. John tries to cover it with another small coughing fit.]

-before last. It's just sort of made him a lot more paranoid. Uh... ready to fight anything that looked like a monster, y'know?

[devoutish]

Ready to fight anything no matter what they look like.

He's a danger to everyone around him. Loose cannon, that one.

[jumpthegun]

We're getting it sorted. We're going to meet with someone who's agreed to look after him, hold him back. I just have to get him to them. He wants to be with them. It'll be better for him and everyone else.

[devoutish]

What did he do to you?