Are you tired from the battles fought?

Here.

Made it.

[He sounds... groggy almost. Like he's just witnessed something horrible and terrifying and loathsome all rolled into one.]

[There's a pause, before he thinks to mention where it is he's even ended up.]

... Mahogany. Made it to Mahogany.

[Ironhide, you'd better sit down. You don't sound so good.]

Where is the Mason girl.

[Wow, Ironhide, where have you been? You haven't shown your face in a while. Why--]

[He's facing the house he's been staying in for months, with its windows gone all dark, the yard silent. It's clear there's no one home there.]

[And... he's standing alone, outside. Save for Napalm. The Onix has her tail curled around him, somberly.]

Hn. That's done, then.

[So said, he turns, and starts walking away without a second glance.]

Tell me.

Where is it we go when we have finished our business in Olivine?

[And, once again, we're on the Olivine beach. Except, this time, there is a massive, black Autobot standing in the sand, swinging a piece of driftwood the size of a telephone pole easily in one hand.]

I cannot say I disagree with this development... but I would like it more if there were something to do.

[That said, he reaches down to pick up a very large hunk of rock. He tosses said hunk up into the air, before, almost casually, swinging the piece of wood like a baseball bat.]

[... man, that piece of rock is out of here. Over the ocean, thankfully.]

Hmn. That might do.



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[The feed is shaky, and occasionally teeth and a tongue come into view, as Ironhide's Growlithe decides the 'gear is a delightful chew toy. It's clear enough, though, to show the old Autobot sitting on the beach in Olivine City. More precisely, on the tail of his Onix.]

[Both of them are observing a sunset. Although Ironhide appears to be more interested in the contents of a bottle in his hand. It's not energon, but it does the job.]

[Eventually, Dog wanders over, and he notices he's being recorded. With a scowl, he pries the 'gear away.]

I was told there was something 'special' in these... sunsets.

I see nothing different. Just the same as they are anywhere else. ... No reason to stick around this place.

[With that statement, he flicks the 'gear off.]

[... Someone is in a worse mood than usual.]

[Once more, one of Ironhide's pokemon -- probably Green -- has turned the 'gear on, without his knowledge. He's shown standing on Napalm's head, holding onto her crest, as the big Onix lifts it up over the treetops.]

[... Yes, it would seem he's still out in the middle of nowhere, after leaving Goldenrod.]

Looks like the weather cleared up.

[He looks back over his shoulder, and scowls, before plucking the 'gear up from his youngest.]

So sound off. Everyone in one piece?

[Oh wow, look at all that. It's a winter wonderland out there -- since the video feed is apparently taken through a window. Snow and ice and sparkly white things! Isn't it beautiful!]

[And then the 'gear is set down on the windowsill, and a familiar snort of displeasure can be heard.]

[Ironhide's reflection can be seen in the glass, looking out on that scene of winter-y delight with an expression people typically reserve for something utterly distasteful. Like poo. Or bad remakes of good 80's movies. Certainly not the look one gives a nice, lovely snowfall in Goldenrod City.]

How much longer is this... eugh... stuff... going to stick around?

Sick of it already.

[BAH. HUMBUG.]

[Judging from the high angle of the video, someone's Onix got a hold of the pokegear, and is sneakily attempting to film this travesty in the making. We see Ironhide. Walking toward the Gym.]

[This can only end badly.]

[He turns toward the camera -- and the Onix responsible -- and scowls.]

Who gave you that? Put it away!

[After making some ineffective shoo-ing motions, he shakes his head, and continues walking along. There's a low rumble, as Napalm seems to find this amusing. However... as they near the Gym itself, something scuttles across the path.]

What...?

[Understandably, Ironhide's head snaps around to follow it. It's unclear what happens next, as his big, broad back is blocking the view of whatever creature it was. He goes tense, hand slipping into his coat for something -- a pokeball, maybe. The camera bobs around, trying to see over him...]

[... before the old Autobot drops to the ground like a stone, and the tail end of a Shedinja scuttling into a bush.]

[The 'gear plummets to the ground, and an Onix roars. There's a grind of moving boulders before the feed cuts out.]



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No question of it. I will be going to join the digging.

[The big man reaches over and pats the side of his looming Onix's face.]

This will be a lot of help. Big as it... she... is. And a little storm never bothered this old frame. Just wondering if these things happen often in this place.

Anyone else assisting? Cliffjumper?

[This is what Autobots do, bro, you better be going. After a moment though, he looks back at the screen, like he's just remembered something.]

... If there is any cousin of a girl called "Kisa" in Violet... Sit tight. I will return for you. Kisa wanted you looked after.