There is nothing more beautiful than innocence

[ The feed cuts on to a perhaps familiar face. N looks tired, but otherwise in good health. ]

Ah, Vatheon -- well, first, I just want to say I'm sorry about that newest curse. I...hope I didn't upset anyone too badly, and that everyone's okay now.

[ He hesitates, chewing on his lip in a moment of nervousness, before continuing. ]

But, uh, on a different topic! In the Lower District I've renovated a warehouse and some of the land around it in order to be something of a Pokemon Center. For those that don't know what it is, it's kind of like a veterinary center for Pokemon! But I've made it so that I can help take care of normal animals, too.

I mean, I'm not a doctor, but I can speak to them and I know a lot about them anyway. And I do have medicines and things that can help a lot! I also have a lot of space if they need it.

I'd like to reiterate my offer, as well: I am willing to take care of any animals or beings that may be left behind in Vatheon if you disappear unexpectedly. Just let me know your name and the specifics of who you would like me to care for if you happen to return home.

Well, um, you're all welcome to come by at any point.

Thank you!

[ The feed flickers on to N, obviously located in the park. If one is observant, they might notice a multitude of changes about the boy. Perhaps the easiest to spot is the gleaming crown on his head that makes him stand regal and tall, posture relaxed even as one hand rests on the hilt of a sword. The next is how his typical wardrobe has suddenly shifted; he is dressed nicely, fashionably even, as if someone with much more style sense than himself picked out his clothing (hint, someone did).

The coo that echoes out of the speakers comes from the large bird perched on his shoulder, eying the SFC with an intelligent gaze.

There are two things the most keen of eyes might take note of: the first is the tint of sadness to N's expression.

The second is the fact that the crown does not completely hide two very feline ears that twitch as N begins to speak.

Someone has taken too much interest in the hats. ]

For those who did not already know, Locke has left Vatheon. I am caring for Rachel.

[ The Starly coos again, this time in response to her name. ]

...Genrou has now left as well.

[ Pain flashes across N's face, but the nature given to him by the crown keeps his eyes dry. ]

I do not know if they will be back. However, Locke left a note to me...it seems this place only allows that when people have gone home for good.

[ He has to take a deep breath. ]

I apologize to any of their friends. ...I will miss them too.

[ The feed cuts. N places the SFC in his pocket, shoulders slumping ever so slightly now that his duty is done. He shifts to let Rachel take to the air, though he follows her closely, made too wary by the knowledge of the Pokemon thefts that had plagued the week.

As he walks, his newly-acquired tail sways behind him, long fur flicking this way and that as he tries to ignore the very-unkingly instincts that encourage him to pounce upon the Starly himself. ]

[ If anyone is looking for N, he will not be easy to find. His Pokemon seem to be missing too, though his name still registers on the SFC. However, he does not seem to be answering messages, though one is free to leave one and try their luck.

He does, however, send out short messages to anyone he has made plans to meet with this week, leaving them a short message that simply says: I need to cancel this week. Sorry. ]

( [Private Text to Red] )

//Filtered away from Red
[ If one could see him, it would be easy to realize that N is extremely stressed out. However, for the first time since he came here, he only uses voice. Even then, there is a certain quality to it that suggests something is off. For one, you can tell just from his tone that he has to be beet red from embarrassment. ]

I...can-- someone tell me exactly what someone means if they say they are crushing on someone? I really, really need to know the answer and I can't find any good explanation.

I thought this novel might tell me, but, um...

Do people even bend that way?



[ooc: this is backdated to last week, so thought bubbles are still in full force. PokeCast can feel free to do action, as he's in his room.]

[ There is the sound of fumbling coming across the SFC. N's fingers apparently brushed across it as he was groping for his Pokeballs. Why he is not so graceful is rather obvious when the video picks up the fact that he is sniffling, both due to tears and the fact his nose seems to have been bleeding.

He ignores the SFC, letting Purrloin out of her Pokeball. She was apparently sleeping, because she begins to yawn and stretch, but is quickly distracted by her trainer's distress, butting up against his chin. ]

I-I'm okay...

[ He strokes her back and then takes a moment to wipe his nose on his sleeve. Oh ow, that was not the smartest idea. ]


[ ooc: Backdated to directly after this. ]