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[Well. Perhaps it's been a few days since some other idiots crossed paths, but in the part of town where people who are succeeding in staying off the radar, a gigantic fuckoff wolf is just casually bounding down the street. Knowing Mal, said wolf probably has a collar but this may not be keeping anyone calm.

Anyway, Elly's brought the mail and she's scratching at the door of a certain apartment complex. If he's stayed around the survivors of a small town's destruction, well, it's bigger on the inside than it looks, with a large greenhouse built into the top levels, and an open garden in the center of the complex. Also a bigass doghouse because Elly refuses to be human shaped around the people here.

Open up, Mal. :|]

[Well, Mal. Today your...cousin? Nephew? The sheepdog you are legally the emergency contact for, suplexed your wife off a set of baseball stadium lights.

Given she's a werewolf, she's alive, but severely unconscious, and they basically brought her back to their house to set down because they don't have any vets on staff and he knows a lot about werewolves, right?

It's gonna be a few hours before she starts to wake up. Close to evening, after much of the...shenanigans have already occurred. He'll know it's about time before she'll actually revert back to a person wherever she's been set down, shortly before she starts to wake up. She probably has the headache of the century.

What do you wish to do?]

[You know what job sucks? Being a parole officer for one of the Hildebrant boys. See, aside from the fact she's fairly certain both of them should really be in prison, and that Will never should have actually made parole, aside from this week, his behavior had at least meant she could deal with her other cases in relative peace.

...Until this week.

So right now she's staring at a stack of paperwork from the last two days that's followed her home, and she's really not looking forward to whatever the hell is going to be on her desk in the morning. Or the next time she has to go in to actually see this kid because she's worked that for whatever reason, nothing seems to stick to him anymore. Not that she's letting him know that.

But, as it is. She's home, dumping the stack of papers on the coffee table, and just. collapsing onto the couch. Clearly she needs ~~brushies~~ to be bothered.]

[Look. We can assume it's been some time since these two fucked, then he left off to...wherever he was headed. We can also probably assume there was some weird amount of feelings and for what was theoretically a one-night stand, every probably came away from that with some new and exciting baggage.

Which brings us to now, a month or two later, on a totally unrelated mission, some blonde jackass wandering into Mal's territory. Into a market square, or directly onto his property hunting something, who knows.

Either way, it's a level of serendipity so unlikely you have to wonder if Haruhi did it on purpose.]

[We'll need to do a little backtracking to talk about what happened to these dumbasses. See, rapid escalation of the apocalypse aside, Mal was still probably in the capital for a few weeks...and in the aftermath, kept some time longer, with promise of at least a blind eye turned to what he does, in return for his help fixing the damage caused.

It may have allowed him some time to see the paradox of Ellys--a generous, kind-hearted person, so long as you're not standing in opposition to her or the people she cares about, which any of the soldiers will helpfully inform him is only Mibu Haruhi.

See, it's not that she's not friends with other people--of course she is, she's a friendly person--but if Haruhi ordered it she'd tear open the throat of the Empress herself. To the people here, this seems like a kind of a given...which could lead a man to the wrong conclusions, or the right ones, depending on how much he knows about shifters.

And certainly, a month is enough time for Elly herself to be endlessly curious about his work--about the alchemy itself, even. It's stuff the Loremaster clearly already knows, so her curiosity, then, is genuine. And puppylike.

But with all that information, a more relevant piece might be, at an ungodly hour of the morning, the full moon hideously, stupendously bright, a very angry banging on the door of his room.

The month timer is up and someone just figured something out.]

[This is gonna be stuck in my head all day now.

So. There's a gigantic golden wolf that's been stealing magical artifacts. Of course, being a gigantic gold wolf, she probably hasn't been that careful, if curious parties wanted to see what the hell she was doing with them.

And, you know, if she turned out to be anyone they knew.]

[The place is...Northwestern Washington. The year is irrelevant. and here, unrelated to a bunch of teenagers and their teenage wendigo problems, or a couple of overpowered jackasses, Elowen Bligh, professional werewolf and treasure-hunter is bored out of her mind.

Sure, running a curio shop was probably less dangerous and had distinctly less chances of her getting cursed by all manner of things (egyptian curses itch like the dickens), but it doesn't do a lot for a sense of adventure.

And sure, as a werewolf she can't so much as make a little glow, magically, but she's practically invincible, so she's not quite sure why she's been talked into this.

Either way, it's pouring rain and miserable, so the place is empty, and she's eyeing some priceless magical artifact like she's about to test it's aerodynamics. Now...might be a good time for anyone to visit.]

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