Harry Dresden

[It's been a while since Harry was on the Pokegear network, but today he can be seen walking along Route 35 with an Old Rod over his shoulder, heading towards the small patch of water that rumors say is now teaming with water types. He's been meaning to get one for a while now; staying in Goldenrod is fine, but if the need to leave ever arises, he'd like to be able to get farther than the weird tree-thing.]

[The one immediate oddity about this particular video is the angle; Harry's not the one holding the camera, nor is Lara filling the cameraman role. That particular job has fallen to Campbell today. The Gear is shooting from rather high, bobbing slowly up and down as it tracks Harry. Every now and then, one of the Hoppip's leaves brushes past the lense, briefly obscuring the view in a blurry field of green.]

Can't say I'm complaining about the weather. Seems to have gone to Lara's head, though.

[Harry nods at the Smoochum walking beside him. She's dancing around airily, singing her little heart out like all the other Pokemon that are popping up.]

Kinda weird, really. Suppose I might worry, but it's actually sort of a refreshing change.

[Harry frowns for a second, but it's quickly replaced by an almost contented look. The weather's nice, the music's drowned out, and for once Lara isn't plotting some horrific prank. Why worry? He reaches the water and settles down, casting a line into the pond.]

These Lapras things ferry people across water, right? And they sound big enough that I won't accidentally crush it or something. Should be pretty useful.

( Epic Poke-capturing skills behind the cut. )

[The video feed opens with a grouchy-looking Harry somewhere outside, in the shade. He looks slightly scratched up and dirty, with a few dark feathers sticking out of his hair.]

I feel like Tippi freaking Hedren here. Anyone else been having trouble with these crow things?

Smoo, smoo-chu smoo.

They didn't seem like they were attacking, anymore'n the other wild stuff around here, but SOMEONE had to try proving how tough she was by attacking an entire flock. Not that I'm naming names, LARA.

Smoo~

[Harry picks a Murkrow feather out of his hair, flicking it away and off-camera with just a bit more force than is strictly necessary. He is not the outdoorsy type, Alfred Hitchcock shenanigans notwithstanding.]

Anyway, these things seem sort of out of place here.

...More than everything else, I mean. Any ideas on where they're coming from?