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I said sit, you stupid beast-
[And a good morning to you, Team Rocket! If you're lucky enough to have missed that rather animated little soundbite, don't worry - the source will quickly be making an appearance on the feed.
The gentleman in question looks slightly frazzled, and is in the process of straightening his mask, muttering darkly to himself. He's seated at one of the desks you might recognize as belonging to the Science Department - if all the various nasty-looking tools didn't give that away.
Once satisfied with his appearance, the man purses his lips and peers into the camera, leaning on the desk.]
So. Apparently I celebrated my return to civilisation too early, since this godforsaken region felt the need to drag me back. Although by the looks of this place, I can hardly blame it. Was there a sudden downsizing of the Science Department? Has everyone gone on break simultaneously? Is there a strike?
[He looks mildly perturbed for a moment, before waving a gloved hand in apparent indifference.]
Well, it doesn't matter. My name is Doctor Kato. I'm an artist who specialises in a rather unique form - destruction. Explosions are my favoured medium, although I'm always willing to branch out.
[Kato smiles darkly as he talks about his art - the first time he's smiled since waking up in Johto, in his old room in the Team Rocket base. Whomever had prepared it for his arrival had a rather annoying sense of humour; oh, he'd noticed the regulation Grunt uniform folded neatly on his bed when he'd arrived. Who the hell did they think he was?
That smile disappears rather rapidly at the memory of both the uniform and of his new...creatures.]
That's not what I want to discuss at the moment, however.
[Which is odd, for Kato - usually, discussion of his 'art' comes first and foremost. No, there's something a bit more pressing playing on his mind at present.]
Where are my Pokemon? My Lunatone, my Typhlosion, my Hydreigon...they're gone!
[His voices rises slightly at the end of that proclamation, but Kato manages to rein himself in. Sentimentality is playing no part in his anger over his missing Pokemon - to him, it feels more like someone has raided his toolbox and stolen everything within.]
Instead I have been left with....these!
[He roughly pans the camera to his right as he speaks, showing off a rather dopey looking Deino and preening Stunky sitting beside his chair. At the attention, the Deino excitedly jumps up, but is forced back to the ground, whining, with a well-placed fist to his head.]
If any of you out there happen to know where any of my original Pokemon are, know that I always reward those who aid me.
[And with a rather flighty flick, the feed is disconnected.]
[And a good morning to you, Team Rocket! If you're lucky enough to have missed that rather animated little soundbite, don't worry - the source will quickly be making an appearance on the feed.
The gentleman in question looks slightly frazzled, and is in the process of straightening his mask, muttering darkly to himself. He's seated at one of the desks you might recognize as belonging to the Science Department - if all the various nasty-looking tools didn't give that away.
Once satisfied with his appearance, the man purses his lips and peers into the camera, leaning on the desk.]
So. Apparently I celebrated my return to civilisation too early, since this godforsaken region felt the need to drag me back. Although by the looks of this place, I can hardly blame it. Was there a sudden downsizing of the Science Department? Has everyone gone on break simultaneously? Is there a strike?
[He looks mildly perturbed for a moment, before waving a gloved hand in apparent indifference.]
Well, it doesn't matter. My name is Doctor Kato. I'm an artist who specialises in a rather unique form - destruction. Explosions are my favoured medium, although I'm always willing to branch out.
[Kato smiles darkly as he talks about his art - the first time he's smiled since waking up in Johto, in his old room in the Team Rocket base. Whomever had prepared it for his arrival had a rather annoying sense of humour; oh, he'd noticed the regulation Grunt uniform folded neatly on his bed when he'd arrived. Who the hell did they think he was?
That smile disappears rather rapidly at the memory of both the uniform and of his new...creatures.]
That's not what I want to discuss at the moment, however.
[Which is odd, for Kato - usually, discussion of his 'art' comes first and foremost. No, there's something a bit more pressing playing on his mind at present.]
Where are my Pokemon? My Lunatone, my Typhlosion, my Hydreigon...they're gone!
[His voices rises slightly at the end of that proclamation, but Kato manages to rein himself in. Sentimentality is playing no part in his anger over his missing Pokemon - to him, it feels more like someone has raided his toolbox and stolen everything within.]
Instead I have been left with....these!
[He roughly pans the camera to his right as he speaks, showing off a rather dopey looking Deino and preening Stunky sitting beside his chair. At the attention, the Deino excitedly jumps up, but is forced back to the ground, whining, with a well-placed fist to his head.]
If any of you out there happen to know where any of my original Pokemon are, know that I always reward those who aid me.
[And with a rather flighty flick, the feed is disconnected.]
