A Night Noctowl

[bnw_sheepy_npcs]

In the wee hours of the morning, a bit after the matriarch's announcement, a video feed will come through. For the first minute or so, it appears to be a static image of someone's desk, before the soft clattering of little bird feet on parchment. Suddenly, the feed is turned sideways.

"Did you get it, Stravinsky? ...It's on? That's wonderful! You're a genius!"

Diving into the picture--still sideways--is a sandy-haired youth. There are circles under his eyes, as if he hasn't slept in quite some time, but he still appears to be in good spirits. The source of the scuttling earlier, a Torchic, hops upon his head and proceeds to start preening himself. He adjusts his glasses before he speaks.

"Hello, people of Union! And other places now, I should say. Ha ha! My name is Max Akers, and I am head of the Department of Research with the Seekers, Calderan chapter. I imagine some of you met my colleagues earlier. After hearing from them, I knew reaching out to you at a time like this would be our best bet.

"As we are a relatively small group of scholars here in Caldera, and all of us are positively abuzz with curiosity over this Matriarch Frea and her tribe of Citadel, not to mention the large Pokémon she made mention of!"

He certainly sounds excited, as he clasps his head together. Stravinsky, however, is disinterested and has taken to instead preening his human's hair instead.

"I propose we work together to investigate this problem they are having. Scholars don’t make the best warriors, unfortunately, but some intelligence we have in the general area lead us to believe it may be quite powerful, and quite possibly related to a few texts we've managed to restore of older times. It’s really quite exciting! Any information found will be shared, of course; it’s much like Miss Frea says, we help each other! What do you say?”

He smiles at the, still lopsided, camera, as Stravinsky dryly peeps at it. It’s crooked, birdbrain.

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[rainsrespite]

"You mean with those warrior women, or with the Pokemon attacking them?" Yuuna frowns, still not sure what exactly he's asking them to do beyond interact with those people or monsters they claim to be under attack by. Neither sounds appealing, given that they'd attacked Union residents, and Yuuna specifically, but she can see the importance of making contact.

Know your enemy, or your potential ally, yes? Yes.

[bnw_sheepy_npcs]

"Both, if it comes down to it. It would see that whatever kind of Pokémon it is, it is creating quite a fuss there." He sighs a bit, rapping his knuckles on his desk in thought. "Although whatever might be giving those women such problems..." Max looked away from the camera, a somewhat squeamish look on his face. He wasn't much for violence, and if they couldn't handle it...

"In any case, we hope to not only be able to help, but also conduct research. I believe you're familiar with my colleagues, Ceilto and Maeve?"

[rainsrespite]

"In a vague sense, yes. I've heard of them, at least," Yuuna replies with a nod. She's already starting to make mental notes to herself for when she heads in that direction later in the week.

"I'll see about taking some photos, if I can get a good look at the Pokemon. And barring that, I'll at least make notes about this other group of people, sneak in pictures where I can. Is that the kind of start you're looking for?"

[bnw_sheepy_npcs]

His expression is hard to read, and even as the Torchic picks at his hair a bit Max seems deep in thought. "It's a start at the very least, so yes, that will do for the time being. That's provided that the Matriarch and her soldiers will let you get close enough."

[rainsrespite]

"Well, I may just have to sneak closer than they realize. I'll do my best to, anyway."

[bnw_sheepy_npcs]

Max smiles thankfully. "That would be wonderful, but do think about your own safety as well."

[rainsrespite]

"Yep! I'll do that too." She won't, but...she never does.