Are you tired from the battles fought?

[Well, here's something we haven't seen in a while. What is it, you may ask?]

[It's Ironhide. Standing on his Onix's head and... looking hopelessly lost. Judging from the landscape, he's left Olivine, finally, only to wander into some forest somewhere. Napalm's head barely clears the tops of the trees.]

... Scrap.

[He says a few more choice words -- none of them technically printable -- and squints down at the 'gear.]

[Cliffjumper always had the map, when they went out...]

Where is the compass function on this thing? Trying to get to Goldenrod or... wherever it is the kid has gone.

Towns all sound the same... hnmf.

[This is Ironhide-Speak for: Where the hell am I.]

[Hey! Look who it is! It's... Ironhide. In bed. In a pokemon center. Careful observers may notice that it is, in fact, the Azalea Town Pokemon Center.]

[They may also notice the old timer looks considerably more battered and bruised than the last time he appeared on the 'gear. One of his legs is pretty much completely immobilized. He's got an arm in a sling, and he's propped up on a pillow or two.]

[He is also scowling. But that's nothing new. His message is brief, growling.]

Made it to Azalea. Cliffjumper too.

... not going anywhere for a while.


(ooc: Takes place a good while after this.))