( (quick, angsty tl;dr) )

[His voice is kinda quiet but rushed, even in its hesitation.]

So, uh, if any of you knew Nanao ... she's, er -- she's not here anymore.

[And there he stops, but there's still transmission, until he sighs audibly a few moments later and turns it off with a dull click.]

[There. He said it.]


[Action for Nanao's house in Goldenrod! He's moping on a couch somewhere. Living room, probably.]

[Hello Goldenrod! Now, the anime map clearly indicates that there are a bunch of parks or at least general areas of greenery in this city. Tonight, if you stumble across one in particular, you might see a sight that is really quite concerning. ]

[Three hobos gathered around a somewhat pitiful fire trying to keep warm in the chilly weather. Temperatures aren’t that bad, but the winds are horrible.]

[Except they’re only temporary hobos. Tulio, Miguel and Envy have just been running low on the connings and thievery lately, and breaking into the hotel is too bothersome to attempt more than once or twice. It’s irksome. They’re frustrated. And desperate.]

[Okay, not that desperate. But know that if you approach (by all means do!) you may or may not get things stolen.]

[Meanwhile, enjoy the thieves being annoyed with the situation.]

(So, action for anyone who feels inclined - all of us will be tagging so threadjacks and multiple replies might happen. /o/)

[Hi guys, there's a Yanmega here staring at you! If you can read insect-expressions, it's a very happy Yanmega, too. So how did this happen? Why, through the wonders of evolution!

Not that Tulio particularly likes these wonders. Or simply his pokémon, as hinted:]

No. No. Nonono no no. ...No.

[Annnd the Yanmega flies into the screen, totally nuzzling it. Yeah.]

Augharfh Bicho!

[Then it cuts out. :|b]


[Action if you happen to be on a not-too occupied street in Goldenrod! Bicho is excited and will show off his epic fourth-generation-ness, so expect an enormous bug in your face. Seriously, these are over six feet long.]

[Hello Goldenrod. Today you might find a mutant dragonfly - also known as a Yanma - happily circling one of those mistletoes in town with what must be the happiest, most derpiest and mindless face ever.]

[Beneath this huge red insect circling the green plant of doom, you will probably find two very confused con men. Tulio is watching his pokémon with a sort of angry frown, while Miguel just looks confused.]

[This goes on for a while. The partners stare up at the bug that is circling. And circling. And circling, and circling some more, in some kind of never-ending cycle.]

[And finally, we just get a good summary of the situation from Tulio:]

What the hell.