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[The network is greeted with two videos this fine morning. The first is only a few seconds long and shakes wildly as though the gear was being hastily whipped out of a pocket or bag. It's clear that the scene is indoors. There is a loud squawk. The video ends.]


[The second video is stable and the camera is trained on a tiny, newly hatched Sneasel curled in the middle of shattered egg shells. She's snoozing away on the edge of a hotel bed and her ears twitch at the sounds coming from the television. Nearby are the remains of a cupcake and nearer by is Eli the Skarmory with frosting all over his beak. He is wearing a party hat that's slid to the side of his head so that he looks like he has two beaks.]

[Off-camera, Edward's voice is soft.]


Happy birthday, Olive.
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[Edward is seated on a bench in the Cherrygrove Pokemon Center next to his new egg which is tucked carefully into nest made from his jacket. He is tired and it's clear from the windows behind him that it is evening. He's only just gotten into town.]

[He wipes the lens of the 'gear off a little before addressing it. His Skarmory peers curiously over his shoulder now that his trainer has The Shiny Noise Maker out again.]


Queens, I have your egg. It's--

[Eli makes his lunge and Edward raises the gear out of his reach. It's almost muscle memory at this point and he's only known the bird for a week or so.]

--safe.

[The little Skarmory lets out a metallic, indignant squawk from the floor and hops off to find someone else to bother. He'll tug feathers and fur of other Pokemon (even those bigger than him) and peck at the shoelaces of nearby trainers.]
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ACTION: Day time
[As people and Pokemon busily pass up and down the little New Bark streets, welcoming or bemoaning the newcomers depending on the humor of the local in question, Edward stands in the middle of it all. He is all at once so very excited to be here (wherever here is} and he is also elated about those brand new flesh hands carefully hidden away beneath his bird keeper gloves but he is also just a little bit terrified because there is So Much of Everything happening all at once.]

[What are these animals!? How did he get here? Who was that Mom lady? She wasn't his mom. Only people who are born have moms! Where was Megs? He's looked over the town his whole life and this is NOT his town.]

[So Edward is just going to stand here clutching his backpack straps like a kid on his first day of school as his breeder's headband slowly slips down over one eye. He woke up with it on. Arceus knows he didn't tie it himself and he's so afraid that if he moves too suddenly this incredible dream will pop like a soap bubble.]




VIDEO/Action: Evening

[After a long day of people-watching, awkward questions, and petting unfamiliar animals with mixed results, Edward sits by himself outside a small cafe with his bag by his feet. Eli the Skarmory perches on the table and pecks viciously at Edward's arm guard while he fiddles with the Poke'Gear. He's seen people staring at these things all day and after looking through the book in his bag, he's ready to give it a try.]

[The feed blinks on to reveal the young man's scarred face. Eli looks up from trying to destroy his sleeve and blinks curiously at the flashing record light. For a long moment, Edward doesn't say anything. He isn't exactly nervous but it's clear he didn't have a plan.]

[And then finally:]


Hello!

[He waves. He's seen people talk very animatedly into these things. So someone must be talking back to them! Edward doesn't get the chance to say anything else though because his Skarmory lurches forward and fills the screen with flailing blades. Eli snatches the device up in his beak and flutters several feet away where he lands and starts pecking it.]

Eli! Don't!

[Edward hurries over and suddenly finds himself at odds. Every time he reaches for his device, the bird turns and hisses, fanning out his dangerous wings. He just got these hands! He doesn't want to lose them so soon! It's the first time he's ever been on this end of a pointy situation. He has to think quickly or his 'gear will be ruined! Edward grabs up his backpack and waves it. Eli notices the dangling straps and luckily decides those look more fun to destroy. Now that his razor blade turkey is distracted, Edward leans down stiffly to grab up his 'gear. The little red light is still blinking. He presses the END key with his thumb.]