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Lennon sorted through the contents of his bag, making sure he had everything he needed before he set out. Manus floated up behind him, peering inside the open backpack specially designed to clip onto the Gligar's shoulders.

“Didn't you already pack all of this yesterday?” asked Manus, “Are we moving?”
“No, I'm just making sure I didn't forget anything,” answered Lennon, “I don't plan on moving back to Geoda any time soon, but we're going to stay there for a while.”
“Oh of course, of course. Visiting the nest, right? Or was it a special somebody you wanted to find again, ohoho~”
Lennon sealed the bag and swung it onto his back, clipping the straps into place before he spoke, “You know I don't have a relationship yet. We're just going to be staying with my family for a while.”
“Wait, 'we'?” the Spiritomb asked, spinning his head upside down, “Yesterday you said you wouldn't take us.”
“No, I said I wouldn't take you if you kept messing with my journal. You know I have to take you with me anyway.”
“Of course, you can't be rid of us. You'll never be rid of us. Even when you die! Muahaha!”
By the time he had finished his laughing, the Gligar was already out the door. Panicking, Manus flung the door back open, taking care to lock it again afterwards, before hopping after the Gligar as quickly as his bouncing stone could take him. “Wait for meeee!”
Hiding the Spiritomb under his hat, Lennon took to the skies and rode the wind towards the Subseed Forest. The outpost wasn't difficult to find since there were other pokemon on their way there as well, and he could see the teams gathering near the building. It was a lot less crowded down there than he thought it would be, but that was a good thing.
Swooping down, he landed among the other 'mons waiting for their clearance to enter. It didn't take very long for him to make it up front, where a Wobbuffet sat with a stack of paper.
“Name, team name, and guild, please.”
“Lennon, Memento, Researchers Guild.”
“Are you entering the dungeon alone?” the Wobbuffet asked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
“No, my partner, Manus is coming with me.”
With his name mentioned, the Spiritomb popped out of Lennon's hat. “Hello! Two tickets, please!”
Lennon quickly corrected his spectral friend, “Manus, this isn't a show.”
Manus shrunk back a little, seemingly confused. “It's not? Oh right, we're going camping! Where's my toothbrush?”
Unamused by the Spiritomb's antics, the Wobbuffet finished writing and set the paper aside, pulling out a new one. “Alright, you're cleared for entry. Good luck down there.”
“Thanks, I'll need it,” said Lennon as he glanced up to the Spiritomb on his head. Hopefully the ghost would behave this time around, but given their past experience he wasn't all too worried..
Regardless, he made his way to the stump where the dungeon was hidden, peering down the entrance.
“Well what are we waiting for!?” said Manus, hopping out of the Gligar's hat into the open hole.
“Oi! Wait up!” Lennon chased in after him, catching up to Manus at the large golden door. They both stared at it for a few seconds, admiring the craftsmanship before the ghost broke the silence.
“After you?”
Lennon shook his head, “Nope, we're going together.”
“Fair enough!”
Manus telekinetically pushed the doors wide open, allowing them both to advance into the darkness beyond.

Description

Lennon sorted through the contents of his bag, making sure he had everything he needed before he set out. Manus floated up behind him, peering inside the open backpack specially designed to clip onto the Gligar's shoulders.

“Didn't you already pack all of this yesterday?” asked Manus, “Are we moving?”
“No, I'm just making sure I didn't forget anything,” answered Lennon, “I don't plan on moving back to Geoda any time soon, but we're going to stay there for a while.”
“Oh of course, of course. Visiting the nest, right? Or was it a special somebody you wanted to find again, ohoho~”
Lennon sealed the bag and swung it onto his back, clipping the straps into place before he spoke, “You know I don't have a relationship yet. We're just going to be staying with my family for a while.”
“Wait, 'we'?” the Spiritomb asked, spinning his head upside down, “Yesterday you said you wouldn't take us.”
“No, I said I wouldn't take you if you kept messing with my journal. You know I have to take you with me anyway.”
“Of course, you can't be rid of us. You'll never be rid of us. Even when you die! Muahaha!”
By the time he had finished his laughing, the Gligar was already out the door. Panicking, Manus flung the door back open, taking care to lock it again afterwards, before hopping after the Gligar as quickly as his bouncing stone could take him. “Wait for meeee!”
Hiding the Spiritomb under his hat, Lennon took to the skies and rode the wind towards the Subseed Forest. The outpost wasn't difficult to find since there were other pokemon on their way there as well, and he could see the teams gathering near the building. It was a lot less crowded down there than he thought it would be, but that was a good thing.
Swooping down, he landed among the other 'mons waiting for their clearance to enter. It didn't take very long for him to make it up front, where a Wobbuffet sat with a stack of paper.
“Name, team name, and guild, please.”
“Lennon, Memento, Researchers Guild.”
“Are you entering the dungeon alone?” the Wobbuffet asked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
“No, my partner, Manus is coming with me.”
With his name mentioned, the Spiritomb popped out of Lennon's hat. “Hello! Two tickets, please!”
Lennon quickly corrected his spectral friend, “Manus, this isn't a show.”
Manus shrunk back a little, seemingly confused. “It's not? Oh right, we're going camping! Where's my toothbrush?”
Unamused by the Spiritomb's antics, the Wobbuffet finished writing and set the paper aside, pulling out a new one. “Alright, you're cleared for entry. Good luck down there.”
“Thanks, I'll need it,” said Lennon as he glanced up to the Spiritomb on his head. Hopefully the ghost would behave this time around, but given their past experience he wasn't all too worried..
Regardless, he made his way to the stump where the dungeon was hidden, peering down the entrance.
“Well what are we waiting for!?” said Manus, hopping out of the Gligar's hat into the open hole.
“Oi! Wait up!” Lennon chased in after him, catching up to Manus at the large golden door. They both stared at it for a few seconds, admiring the craftsmanship before the ghost broke the silence.
“After you?”
Lennon shook his head, “Nope, we're going together.”
“Fair enough!”
Manus telekinetically pushed the doors wide open, allowing them both to advance into the darkness beyond.