She hatched. About time, too.

[ The sound of rustling grass greets the feed, and the sight of a blue, cloudless sky.

Wait, wasn't it raining?

Either way, there's Nero--or not, as the gear is turned very rapidly away from him and towards a small, sleek Charmander sitting at his feet. She looks up at him and bares her teeth, snapping them shut with audible clicks in a display of fierceness that only comes off as cute. Nero chuckles at the display. ]

Feisty. Now c'mon, show me what you got.

[ The camera casually follows the Charmander as she pushes away from her trainer and strides purposefully over to the source of the rustling noise--Buster the Bagon, facing off a group of Rattata. He's a tough little customer, snapping at them when they get too close, but they're giving him a run for his money. He's isn't exactly outnumbered, considering he's almost halfway to his first evolution, but it's a tough fight for a Bagon alone. Between the two of them, though it should be a piece of cake.

Except the Charmander doesn't fight alongside Buster so much as ram him right out of the way.

The Rattata are unsure what to make of the new challenger, who, for all extents and purposes, is a newborn. And then she opens her mouth, and the Flamethrower that emerges chars the area around it to within a five-foot radius. The few Rattata left standing at the edges of the blast area are wise enough to turn back.

Buster looks vaguely bumbfounded, eyes wide. Nero whistles appreciatively as the Charmander returns for a well-earned scratch to her chin. ]

Now that's what I'm talking about! Not bad, Red. The weather was a nice touch.

[ Red croons and nuzzles into Nero's hand. When Buster approaches, apparently looking for his own petting, she swats him in the leg with her tail. Nero makes a hum of amusement and switches off the feed. ]

[ The audio turns on with the hiss of static, it lasts about half a second before— ]

Stuck? Stuck?! Bullshit!

[ Whoever's speaking, they're clearly angry. There's the sound of paper getting pushed aside and metal hitting the floor, followed swiftly thereafter by glass breaking and plastic getting crushed. The horrified gasps of a few scientists fill in the ensuing silence. ]

Kyrie...she's in danger, I have to...

[ The yelling voice seems to have slowed and quieted to a low growl. The thudding of boots marks heavy, erratic pacing; the crunch of plastic indicates the violence isn't quite over.

It's here the video turns on; a big blue snout blocks the view, before the head pans out to reveal a Bagon, looking upset. The small creature turns the 'gear around, capturing the scene:

Elm's lab is trashed.

Papers litter the floor, broken glass and torn plastic casings strewn in the wake of whole workstations being knocked down. Chairs are on their sides, tables half-emptied of their contents, shattered vials releasing fluids onto the linoleum. A group of scientists—strangely, none of them hurt—are watching with wide, frightened eyes as a young man paces. 'Young man' is perhaps generous: half-man, half-snarl, flashing teeth that feel as though they should be pointed. He can't seem to contain himself, his eyes stare ahead emptily, focused on something that isn't there; every other movement he's whirling, stopping, starting again, hands raised, hands down, flexing and touching his right hand over and over. There's blood on that fist; it's easy to connect the dots to the hole in one of the computer monitors. Finally, after about a minute, he spins deftly on his heel and grabs Elm by the collar of his labcoat. Tiny flowers of blood bloom on the white fabric. ]

I have to get back!

[ He shakes Elm for good measure, as the poor harried researcher can only hang on and blubber apologies. Nero snarls. ]

Answer me!

[ The Bagon puts down the gear and leans over it worriedly, making a soft keening noise. Come calm his trainer down, please, somebody! Anybody? ]


[[OOC: all characters who signed up and any who didn't are welcome to come crash the party and help Elm get away from the rampaging teenager. Video/audio responses will come chronologically after he calms down. ]]