Chris Ramirez

[The feed shows Chris with only three of his pokemon shown: his starter Maya the Pawniard, Rain the biting Squirtle and his irritable Houndour Daniel with three eggs as Maya guarded them with a fierce determination. Chris looked vaguely annoyed, but didn't speak for a few moments. Then he turned to the feed.]

Well, that certainly put a dent in my savings. Good thing that Butterfree dropped off the eggs before the storm hit. I imagine everyone is staying inside if you are able to. If it weren't for this weather and the fact I should wait for my eggs to hatch I would've been caught outside Violet City. Speaking of bad things... does anyone have any information regarding Team Rocket? I know there's not much I can do at this moment, but once the weather subsides I'm hoping there's something I can do to assist Falkner.

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Also um... does anyone know a trainer by the name of Twilight? She helped me quite a bit and I would like to do something for her as a gift but I've never been good at gift giving. So if anyone has suggestions for a gift I would appreciate it. Thank you.

Chris Ramirez

[It hadn't taken long for Chris to see that the weather was not normal even for Johto. He was on the outskirts of Cherrygrove City, with Maya holding a red and black Pokemon egg. Anyone who would recognize the markings, would know it's a Houndour Egg. What Chris hasn't realized is that even towards this close to the city he was being watched by a dozen ghostly specter things called Duskull.]

Hmm. This isn't working, Maya. Maybe we should just stay in the Pokemon Center until this fog blows over. We can't get through the area like this, and we'd probably end up back here in a circle.

[Maya nodded. She was paying more attention to her trainer than his words however, and that may do her in...]

Has anyone notice how some of the posts here have been... odd? And this fog? Now...

[Before Chris or Maya could reply next, the pair were swarmed by a dozen Duskulls. All Chris could say before losing his concentration was a single word: help.]

[While the feed at first was fuzzy, it may be because it was moving. A long tail and purple furred monkey was being chased by what looked like a a humanoid and bladed Pokemon. The voices were the said Pokemon and a young man of about nineteen. The bladed Pokemon and her trainer were not too happy. Perhaps his voice is familair?]

Come on! Give me back that Pokegear!

[The purple monkey (an Aipom) just grinned as various Rattata just watched the trainer and the Pawniard run past.]

Ugh. This day is not going well. I'm not going to hurt you, just give me back that Pokegear.