Sion Astal

As is probably evident, I was one of the two who asked for the identity of the sheep given in the first clue, and was told it was you. I didn't have a chance to speak with you yesterday, but I wanted to ask if you had any suspicions of anyone so far.

Well, if you don't mind telling me, I'm certainly curious to know who the other sheep is.

*sometime rather late this evening the network is graced by an unusually rumpled-looking Sion, who's clearly just on the outskirts of Goldenrod*

Ah, I don't suppose anyone might direct me to where the nearest cleaners is in this city? I'd rather not spend more time searching than necessary tonight, really...

*...because clearly the first thing one needs to worry about upon arriving in a city after having weathered an unnatural storm in the forest is where to get one's clothes laundered :|b*

*It's still fairly early Saturday morning when the video appears on the PGC network, showing a certain silver-haired trainer who looks like he's already been up and about for a few hours. The indistinct sounds of a wild pokemon battle can be heard in the background*

Out of curiosity, has anyone noticed if there's any patterns to the sort of personalities different types of the pokemon have? I can't say I've met enough to know, myself, but I can't help wondering if there's certain traits typical for particular species...

*A sudden battle-cry of "viiiine!" can be made out in the background, and Sion looks away for a moment, giving the feed a brief view of an Eevee peeking out shyly on his shoulder from behind the cover of his long hair. There's an answering roar of surprise and a sound like flames, and Sion gives a slight sigh before turning back to the 'Gear*

By the way, Ryner, Ferris, since the weather has improved lately, we ought to get moving. I'll expect the two of you to have started preparations by the time I get back.

*And with that the video ends as he goes to deal with a certain Servine who's picking fights with fire-types now. Though really, who gets up to train that early in the morning anyway??*

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Snivy sni~ ♫ Snivyyyy~ ♪

*the 'gear flicks on to a shaky, blurry image of scenery; evidently Sion's Snivy has gotten ahold of it somehow. after a moment or two it stops moving, in time to catch an image of Sion sitting in the snowy grass, apparently talking to the Mareep seated primly just in front of him*

I suppose you'll need a name, then...

*Sion muses, then winces when a stray spark from the Mareep's wool shocks his finger when he reaches out to it*

...well, I suppose something like Sparky would be appropriate...

Maaa mareep!

*the Mareep in question shakes himself sassily, causing Sion to draw back to avoid getting shocked again*

Maybe Cheeky would be more like it...

....Sni? Snivy!

*suddenly the 'gear falls to the ground, catching a glimpse of the Snivy trotting off toward the Absol resting nearby before it switches off upon impact*

*here, have an image of a young man with long, silver hair and an outfit that's most definitely not suited to any kind of journey appear on the screen*

Ah, hello. I'm afraid I'm not quite sure how I came to be here- wherever "here" is- but if there's anything anyone could tell me, I'd certainly be glad to hear it. In particular, if anyone could direct me to the nearest place I could acquire more than just one change of clothes. Not that I don't appreciate being given one, but...

*doesn't bother elaborating beyond that; his ridiculously long, silken robes probably speak for themselves just fine. seems about to leave it at that, when something seems to prod him and there's a soft but stern "absol!" from just out of sight of the screen*

Ah, yes, something rather warmer would probably be for the best, as well.

*the following "...sol." possibly sounds less than satisfied, but by then Sion's already turning off the broadcast*