Sion Astal

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*The feed blinks on to blur of shapes and colors flowing past, which after a moment or two resolve themselves into the backdrop of the entire of a cavern of some sort, zooming past as the 'gear flies one way and then another. A few more moments, and the flashes of color and occasional cry of a pokémon explains just what's going on- it seems a serperior, ampharos, and dratini are playing a game of "whack the 'gear back and forth with your tail". This continues for a good minute or two, the participants obviously unaware or uncaring that they're being recorded, showing enough of the cave that the astute observer may identify it as the Dragon's Den by Blackthorn City, and also revealing a slightly agitated-looking absol pacing and glancing about a short distance away. Finally, though, there's a sudden urgent-sounding "Ser! Perior!" followed by an affirmative "Amph!", and the 'gear abruptly stops its journey and is set on the ground, giving a view down the cavern from behind the ampharos's legs.

Almost immediately, a rather satisfied-looking glaceon trots into view, with Sion following immediately behind it. Sion's now sporting an almost crystalline-looking pair of horns sweeping back from his forehead like a crest, a side effect compliments of the recent mysterious outbreak, and the awkward fit of his clothes in a few places suggests there's more similar mutations unseen. He pauses as he catches sight of the quartet of pokémon, eyes quickly taking in the situation*

Fen...

*Sion frowns in the direction of the ampharos and the half-hidden 'gear, but before he can speak again the absol suddenly leaps forward with a cry*

Dusk? What...?

*his words are lost however as with a roar a large dragon comes crashing through a boulder to the side of the path, plainly on the attack. More startling, however, is that it's apparently ignoring the various gathered pokémon, instead swinging its outstretched claws straight at Sion, whose eyes go wide in surprise even as his own pokémon dash forward to try to intercept, sending the now-forgotten 'gear tumbling.

The last the camera catches is the sound of roars and shouts, and a flash of light followed by everything going an icy white before the feed finally cuts out*


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