Third Flower
[Video]
[The feed begins in the dark. Or at least, mostly dark. It's quite early in the morning, and the sun's rays are just beginning to filter in through the blinds of what is unmistakably a room at one of the inns. Near the 'Gear, a smallish form shuffles about, the faint light glinting off its metallic coat. A shadowy beak darts towards the lens, twitching as the owner examines the piece of equipment closely. Slowly opening its beak, it gives a cry...]
SKAAAAAA!
[A flurry of sounds occur right after. For one thing, the newly hatched Skarmory continues giving identical cries, and somewhere nearby, a bed is creaking - someone is getting up.]
Hatched on me early, did you?
[The voice sounds weary, but not all that upset. Sensing this, the Skarmory stops screeching, making its way warily towards the human offscreen.]
Shhh... That's a good boy... There.
[There is the sound of a Pokéball returning its Pokémon, and all returns to a blessed silence. With a yawn, the youth makes to return to bed - but not before checking his 'Gear with the intent of looking at the time.]
--Ah. Terribly sorry about that. I didn't realize I had left this on... unless, of course, this is my Pokémon's doing. In any case, I hope we weren't too much of a bother.
[And then, the feed clicks off. Asuma will not be responding immediately, but he will be happy to do so once he is rested. Otherwise, if you are in Violet City, feel free to run into him, accompanied by a much quieter but still quite young Skarmory.]
[The feed begins in the dark. Or at least, mostly dark. It's quite early in the morning, and the sun's rays are just beginning to filter in through the blinds of what is unmistakably a room at one of the inns. Near the 'Gear, a smallish form shuffles about, the faint light glinting off its metallic coat. A shadowy beak darts towards the lens, twitching as the owner examines the piece of equipment closely. Slowly opening its beak, it gives a cry...]
SKAAAAAA!
[A flurry of sounds occur right after. For one thing, the newly hatched Skarmory continues giving identical cries, and somewhere nearby, a bed is creaking - someone is getting up.]
Hatched on me early, did you?
[The voice sounds weary, but not all that upset. Sensing this, the Skarmory stops screeching, making its way warily towards the human offscreen.]
Shhh... That's a good boy... There.
[There is the sound of a Pokéball returning its Pokémon, and all returns to a blessed silence. With a yawn, the youth makes to return to bed - but not before checking his 'Gear with the intent of looking at the time.]
--Ah. Terribly sorry about that. I didn't realize I had left this on... unless, of course, this is my Pokémon's doing. In any case, I hope we weren't too much of a bother.
[And then, the feed clicks off. Asuma will not be responding immediately, but he will be happy to do so once he is rested. Otherwise, if you are in Violet City, feel free to run into him, accompanied by a much quieter but still quite young Skarmory.]