*Heiji Hattori*

((Video))

[The video part of the feed is from the balcony of his few-stories-up hotel room in Goldenrod; he's leaning on the railing, his back to it, with a Pidgeot's head resting on his shoulder - the bird seems to be cuddled up against him looking a little forlorn. In the background, there's an Aerodactyl circling the flagpole outside the hotel with - something in its mouth? While a Yanmega swoops around with it gleefully.]

So, K-Conan's gone home. [again. As much as he probably should be upset, he's more pensive; since it's been "as if you were never gone" for everyone else, he's not that worried about Shinichi.] I dunno if he'd been here long enough t'meet many people, but if anybody's found his Growlithe, Arthur, y'might want to give me a call - there's a few things I need t'warn ya about.

[The Aerodactyl is perching on the flagpole precariously; the way he's using his wings for balance, it's hard to see what he's doing from Heiji's camera, and Heiji clearly hasn't noticed what's going on around him.]

Oh, an'if whoever's got'im is in Goldenrod and has had'im tear off barking already? [He rubs the back of his head sheepishly.] I'm gonna have t'apologize, t'you and t'the guy he'd be chasin', since it has t'do with somethin' I taught Bas that Arthur learned from him.

[Aaand in the background, the Aerodactyl is done with whatever he was doing - and is now crowing triumphantly from the flagpole, wings raised. There's also now two or three pairs of bright-colored boxers under its feet, hooked over the top of the flagpole; the Yanmega is hovering nearby chirping happily and - applauding? On hearing the dinosaur pokémon's call, Heiji's expression sours into a grumpy twitch..]

... I don't want t'turn around, do I? [He kills the feed before anything else happens.]

((Action))

[Anyone in the area of the Goldenrod Hotel is getting treated to the show of Heiji's Aerodactyl and Yanmega, Basan and Kaguya, circling the flagpole; the Aerodactyl's making this funny rolling call that you could SWEAR is laughing now and then. Cielo the Pidgeot hasn't budged from the balcony and is just sort of watching the whole thing in confusion, while Sojobo the Honchkrow is preening on the railing, having decided that he's having no part of this either way.]

[Having been betrayed and forsaken by his flying-types, Heiji is resorting to attempting to climb the flagpole to retrieve his boxers himself, with occasional not-so-worksafe language.]

[Heiji is outside, still in his work uniform – he’s just gotten out of the restaurant, and looks distinctly unimpressed – it’s not his fault the cook doesn’t know what he’s doing. :| ]

[That’s not what this is about, however.]

So…Anybody noticed these? [He turns the camera toward a pair of Murkrow that’ve followed him out of the restaurant…just … watching.] There was only a few around this mornin’, and there’s at least five or six more hangin’ around since then, not countin’ these guys.

[They’re actually being pretty expectant and tailing pretty close.]

…..Do I look like I’ve got any food on me? I’m not stupid, I saw you two playin’ this scam on that kid that came out with th’leftovers – even if I did have food, hangin’ around lookin’ creepy hopin’ I’ll spook an’give it to you wouldn’t work!

[The two stares turn very sullen at that.]

[AND THEN THERE’S A STORM OF BARKING as Baskerville bowls into the duo spitting sparks and raising a racket.]

Whoah whaoh – Bas – get – [Facepalm, get.] SMOG, TRY’N COVER YOURSELF – Ember – [What’s going on is probably less a battle and more a mildly embarrassing cartoon dustball, especially once the smog cloud goes up.] Roar, get some space – Ember – [As much as it’s coming from what’s still basically an admittedly big puppy, the snarling bark at least gets the second one deciding it’s time to leave, and the smoke clears on a significantly battered and growling Houndour with the lead Murkrow cornered and singed.]

[As much as there’s some unintelligible muttering, there is a pokéball tossed at it before the fiasco gets any further – although before he can retrieve it, there’s a white glow over the area…]

[And once it settles, there isn’t exactly a tiny puppy there anymore.]



[There’s a couple stupid blinks from Heiji, who’s holding the gear loosely, as Bas picks up the pokéball and carries it over to him – granting that Baskerville is now the size of a pony.]

Damn. Congrats - I guess you live up t’your name a bit more now. [He retrieves the now-caught Murkrow’s pokéball from Bas with a scratch behind the horns, and then remembers that yes, the Gear is still recording.]

So yeah – uh – are they doin’ this anywhere else? An’if they are, anybody got a clue why they’re suddenly movin’ into the cities?