freezetheskies: (didn't want this)
[It's supposed to be a quiet night for Violet City, now that the attack on the Trainer's School has passed, but that quiet is about to shattered by a very loud cry sometime after midnight. It's loudest near the Pokémon Center doors, and anyone who looks in that direction or is nearby will see the cause. It's a Blastoise, one that's looking mighty depressed and rather annoyed at something, though that look is mirrored on Hitsugaya's face. Who would send him one of these in the middle of the night?

That looks stays on his face even as he raises his gear to scan the creature, but when he realizes who's this is, his face falls. He recognizes the trainer ID he's getting in connection to this Blastoise as someone he knows. Someone he never expected to vanish. But isn't it always that way? Aren't the disappearences always sudden and without warning?]


...You idiot.

[Who's he talking to? Hard to say, and the Blastoise soon rumbles off with him in pursuit down various streets and alleys. Good luck running into them in the pitch black night now.

Come morning for those of you in Violet, however, that Blastoise is going to be in the pond near Sprout Tower, and it doesn't appear that he's going anywhere anytime soon, because his new trainer is definitely not moving something that big. At least the Magikarp are still swimming around, though...flopping fish would not help.

For the rest of Johto, there's only this text. Someone has to say it, after all.]


Misaki Ayuzawa has gone home.
freezetheskies: (concerned)
--can't believe this...where's that map...

[Evening, Johto. It's about sunset as the video comes on, though it's pretty much by total accident. The owner of this gear, one obviously rumpled and tired Toushiro Hitsugaya, doesn't even notice the thing is recording as he tries to get the map from his bag. Of course, it's useless in the back alleys of Goldenrod, which is where he appears to, and judging from the expression on the face of his Golduck standing behind him, they're lost.

Yep. His sense of direction in a town this large that he's never been to, is absolute crap and he knows it if the expression on his face says anything about that.]


We'll have to turn back. Come on.

[He turns to leave the alleyway and retrace their steps, Golduck right behind him and the flashes of orange fur at his ankle showing his Growlithe is right at his side. But then the puppy stops suddenly, turning to the entrance of another alleyway that the sun is just shining through, growls, and darts into it before her trainer can grab her.]

Hey---tch.

[He chases after his Growlithe, only to stop when he gets halfway to her and appears to see something from the corner of his eye. He turns his head, but before either he or anyone watching can see what caught his attention, a cream streak darts out from the shadows and his Growlithe starts barking again.

Of course, it's too late to do anything about that, and Hitsugaya loses his footing as the streak, obviously some kind of quadrupedal pokémon, lashes out at his face. The gear goes flying from his hand and skitters across the ground, turning off upon impact with something but not before there's a tremendous crash, the sound of breaking glass, and a surprised cry from the young man in the alley. Seems trouble follows him wherever he goes.]

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