I did it! I updated a story! (well sort of, here's a quick little thing I wrote)

Nothing more to say except: MASSIVE AZRAN LEGACY SPOILERS

I own nothing. But I shall soon own PLvsAA

Randall rapped his hand on the door three times before crossing his arms and setting his gaze, ready to glare at him when he opened it. When he finally did, the shock on Hershel's face was so priceless that he was tempted to burst out laughing but managed to compose himself and keep his angry demeanour.

"Randall? What are you doing here? I thought we'd left you- I mean, I thought you'd stayed in Monte D'or." Randall ignored the brief slip of the tongue and leaned towards the professor.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Hershel raised an eyebrow.

"I have literally no idea what you're on about. What did-"

"The Azran." Ah. He should have known this would happen sooner or later, it wasn't exactly like Newspapers weren't delivering the story every other issue. As the topic's importance suddenly clicked in Hershel's mind, he realised the best decision would be to just turn away and slam the door in his face. This wasn't the time to deal with an angry archaeologist. But Randall was too quick and shoved his foot in to the doorway, preventing himself from being locked out. "You went and solved it without me" He pointed a finger accusingly in Hershel's direction "I spent years working that stuff out and you didn't even involve me!" Hershel held his hands up in a defensive way and stared at Randall between the gaps in his fingers.

"I'm sorry, I knew you'd be mad but there wasn't enough time to involve you. I can't just travel out to Monte D'or at the weekend."

"Yet you had time to go to a random opera last year because someone asked you to." Randall pouted in mock aggression

"That was a special occasion. Janice was an old friend of mine."

"I'm an old friend of yours!" Hershel opened his mouth to protest but slowly closed it when he realised his point. "Yeah that's right close your mouth in shame Hersh. Shame." Hershel swatted him away as he hissed the last word.

"Why are we still talking about this, I'm sorry for not involving you in the Azran search. Besides, I don't think Desmond would have appreciated your fangirling."

"I do not- Desmond? As in Desmond Sycamore?" That caught his attention. "If you're telling me you travelled the world with my Archaeological idol I'm literally going to kill you."

"You wouldn't kill me because of that."

"You wanna bet."

"You'd kill me because I'm about to tell you that you that you travelled the world with your Archaeological idol." Now it was Randall's turn to raise his eyebrows.

"What does that even mean?"

"Desmond Sycamore is Descole. The Descole that you worked with." Randall's mouth hung open

"Wh-what?"

"Oh, and he's my brother."

"WHAT?"