worktodo | 008 | Saffron City

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[Ladies and gentlemen of Johto and Kanto, something rather odd is afoot on your network today. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be the ceiling of some kind of garage-like room, rendered in video and slo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-owly moving past at a glacial — yet determined — pace. In fact, it's probably what the ceiling would look like if a Gear camera was pointed at it while that aforementioned Gear was being stolen by a pair of Shuckles.

Which, as a matter of fact, is exactly what's happening.

Unfortunately for these criminal masterminds, their getaway is moving at approximately the speed of molasses left out on a park bench in Siberia, so more likely than not they're going to be noticed before anything productive comes of it.]

Well, you look like you check out, pal...

[—and apparently Albert is somewhere in the vicinity, too, given the proximity of his voice as, presumably unbeknownst to him, his Gear goes Shuckling across the floor.]

No obvious growths, no changes in teeth or coat, eyes still look bright, appetite's good...

[The purple head and glittering diamond eyes of a Sableye creep into view on the camera now, disrupting the slow-moving shot of the ceiling, and a minute later things go dark as two little clawed hands close over the lens and Gear.]

Huh. Doesn't look like there's an upper limit to these things after all. Never mind the fact that education of yours just cost as much as grad school, if not — what're you doing, Impy? Don't play with that. Just leave it there, it's fine.

[The darkness recedes, and now the Gear is on its side on a lab table — one currently covered in the pieces of fifteen broken TMs — and Albert is visible next to it. He's wearing his lab coat and gloves as usual, and is holding a Buneary who is rather nonchalantly nibbling at a piece of lettuce.

Albert continues his inspection of the Buneary another few moments, then checks his watch and heads out of sight, still carrying the Pokemon in his arms.]

Sweep and Scrappy can take care of the mess. Let's get you back in the cage, Bruce.

[And on that note, purple hands descend again, and after a few buttons click, the Gear switches off.]

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[[Hey, aren't you that exceedingly grumpy fellow who got rather annoyed at him when he blew up Olivine Lighthouse? It just so happens that Kato is rather bored this morning, as one gets when they have to wait for processes to finish, so he's fully ready to get into trolling mode and see if he can get another rise out of Albert, when he realises just what all those colourful fragments are.

... Damn. This looks like it could actually be interesting.

Unwilling to take the risk that he could be recognized (this chap seemed like the sort who wouldn't forget a face, particularly not a villainous one), Kato takes a few moments to throw on a simple, yet convincing disguise consisting of a plain black shirt, greying blonde hair and some makeup around his eyes and mouth to age himself a bit. Finishing the look with a set of brown contacts, he opens up the feed and smiles pleasantly, dropping his voice to deem it (hopefully) unrecognizable.]]

Would I be correct in assuming you've used all those TMs on that one Pokemon?

[[Interesting choice of Pokemon, at least.]]

[Ah, all those TMs. A man after his own heart, obviously.]

If you intend to test your Pokémon's move limits, you might want to track down a few Move Tutors. They often teach attacks not covered by TMs.

...what are you doing, testing to see how many laws of nature one rabbit can break?

[Greetings from Route 5, Albert! Here's a face you haven't seen in, oh, about a day. And what a face it is — Harry's looking a bit worse for wear, what with all the evidence of Waldo's latest panic attack scrawled along the left side of his face. The scratches are all minor, though, and the one that did involve broken skin has already been diligently cleaned and bandaged and is well on its way to healing nicely.

There's also the matter of Harry's frost-nipped nose, but that doesn't seem to be bothering him, either. (At least he's not freezing to death like some people.)

In fact, in spite of everything — the minor injuries, the cold, the exhaustion from all the training he's already squeezed in — he's in good spirits. Or better ones, anyway. And that's something.]

What's up, Doc?

ALBERT, I'M NOT SURE IF YOU'VE NOTICED THIS BUT SOMETHING APPEARS TO HAVE COMMANDEERED YOUR POKEGEAR.

[He’s not sure if anyone’s pointed that out yet.]

ALSO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH ALL THOSE THINGS?

[Because that seems like way more TMs than Gordon’s seen in one place besides the Department Store.]

Looks like you've been keeping busy.

[Is this even legal? Yeah? Hold on there, he needs to write in an addendum to his 'End of the World Supplies' list. #36 Alfalfa.]

[Hmmmmmmn.]

You're just going to keep him caged up all day and night?

_{[Having more or less just touched ground in Goldenrod, Coop looks a tiny bit distracted, but he's already breathed the city in again and so looks on the feed with subtly raised eyebrows.]}

You might want to stop leaving your gear out, Albert. How's the latest science experiment?

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