[b][i]-Crash!- [/i][/b] A blink. Dazy and spinning and spurring around. “...and he - PTOOH! Sticks the landing!”. He’s quick to hop back up onto his feet, only before hopping back down, kissing the ground and the newspapers he’s landed on. Mid-paper-kiss, the Swampert brings the clipping up with him, quickly flipping through the various pages, skimming the works. “Words… words… words… gollicks, I can’t read a friggin’ thing, almost like I can’t see - SEE!” He brings the newspaper down below his eye-level, staring straight into the eyes of a Doduo, with the same look of surprise and bewilderment, sans the slightly crooked smile. “H-ell-o! Breen! Breen Torrents, captain of Team Scooterz - well, ex-captain - and I’m a Swampert - well, obviously, you can see that, you’ve got two eyes…” Another blink. Blank stare from the Dodou’s head. Both heads. “...four… eyes? That doesn’t seem right… Well, that’s okay! I can stare both of you down easily, that’s fine when I’ve got four eyes two, see, glasses technically count - I’m blind without ‘em - literally, colorblind, can’t see color and - well, can’t see anything without them, really. Only if they’re on right. Believe it or not, I somehow forget sometimes. Put ‘em on upside down, backwards, forget them. It's like my baseball hat! Always backwards, never forwards. Sometimes. Really!” The Dodou tilts both of it’s heads either way, completely and utterly confused at the events that transpired in front of it. “Well, enough about me - what about you?” The bird motions to open it’s mouths, before Breen drops the newspaper, pressing a finger to each of its’ beaks. “Uhp, uhp, uhp! Don’t talk. I got this. I’ll answer it for you - you’re Cupri, and you’re the black sheep of the family because you’re special - you’re shiny! And today is the day that changes that - you try to make a statement, but can’t, and well, it gets all muddled - just because you don’t belong! Or think you don’t belong. Don’t fit in with the rest of your folks because well, being the black sheep is weird when you’re a white Torracat, am I right?” His grins fades as he looks back up at the Dodou, bringing his hands down before reaching back flipping his 3-D specs rightside up. “Ah. Right. That makes sense. Uh. Excuse me a sec, then this isn’t the…” He reaches back down, picking up the newspaper. “Right. Twenty-second day of… okay, got that right, then, uh - oh, nope. I’m a month early. Year early? Noooo, can’t be. That’d be…” He flips his glasses off - his red and blue eyes shining, giving the Dodou another headturn, before flipping the specs right back on - color-coordinating. “I’m five years late. Well, five early if you account for the…” He glances back over at the Dodou, with it’s necks twisted around each other, cartoon birds flying above its head - confused. “Riiiiiight, sorry - uh, who’s in charge here? This is a guild, after all, so where’s your -” One last glance at the newspaper in front of him - large bold red letters - GUILDMASTER WALLY MISSING! “Oh, crud… Guildmaster… Wally’s missing? Frig, do you know what this means? I’ve landed at the precise moment in time where it’s meant to happen and where it’s meant to be and where one thing leads to another and the very theory of time and space and darkness and infinity itself combine and it can only mean one thing… “I’m in Treasure Town!”