Adrian took a bit longer to collect himself after being dogpiled, his heavy, overstuffed backpack acting as the shell on a bespectacled tortoise. It took him a few seconds of rolling around on his back to figure out that he could extract himself by simply removing his arms from the straps. He got to his knees and felt around in the mud for his glasses.
What the hell could that have been? A giant? It sounded like a... A giant woman?

‘Hey, did you see who-?’ He looked around for the little red girl but she was already taking off screeching something or other about monstrous treachery. As she bolted past him he caught the sound of a gentle [i]crunch[/i]. His heart sank as he reached for what he was desperately hoping weren’t his glasses.
And, of course, they were his glasses.
He sighed and propped them back on his nose where they now hung crooked and muddy, one lens irreparably cracked, and continued picking up his scattered items. The brochure was saturated, completely ruined. He gathered up the two pokeballs and clicked them back into place on his utility belt.

[i]Huh. That’s weird.[/i] 

He ran his fingers over the pokeballs again for a quick recount. He thought he’d only brought Eureka and Flappy with him- and then he’d caught Query… Oh well. He shrugged off the discrepancy, chalking it up to his own absent-mindedness, and bent over to heft his pack over his shoulder. 
Ugh. He couldn’t see a thing. At least he had his spare pair of- oh. Wait. These were the spare.
 ‘Just not my day, I guess.’ He murmured to himself.
He allowed himself just a split-moment of self-pity before taking a deep breath and straightening up, the frying pan and coffee pot tied to his bag clattering together. Even with the state of his murky, shattered vision, he could see that the sky had cleared up.

He continued wandering (quite literally) blindly around town a while longer until the owner of the bicycle shop he accidentally walked into took pity on him and pointed him in the right direction. At long last, he turned down a side street, rounded a corner and- [i]voila![/i]
He was so happy to see the the familiar slate roof that his knees almost gave out beneath him. Relieved tears welled up behind his broken frames as he went to knock on the door.

A young brown-haired man in a button-down shirt answered the door, his friendly smile turning to concern when he saw the state his contemporary was in.
‘Took you long enough- [i]what on earth happened to you?[/i]’

Adrian gave a dopey, weary smile as Bill ushered him in. ‘I got lost,’ He dropped his pack next to the couch with a dull thud. ‘But I’ll tell you about that later. First, I have something [i]incredible[/i] to show you, Masaki. I found it at the Ruins near Violet. You know I’ve been doing field research there for the last few weeks. I was just playing around with some glyphic tiles in between translating text and, ah, I’m getting chills just thinking about it! The floor suddenly collapsed beneath me and I fell maybe twenty feet into a [i]sealed underground chamber[/i].’ Adrian ran his hand through his wild hair, his brown eyes sparking as he became enraptured with his own retelling. ‘It’s [i]breathtaking[/i]. Corridors and staircases, every wall inscribed. And that was where I found… This.’ 

He took a pokeball from his belt, hesitating for a moment. Was it this one? Normally he marked his pokeballs with symbol so he could tell them apart, but he hadn’t had the time yet. He took a chance, releasing the mysterious pokemon inside.
Unfortunately, it was not the mysterious pokemon he was expecting.

‘Uh…’ Bill squinted at the Amaura between them as it looked around in confusion.

‘Uh…’ Adrian seconded. “This… this isn’t the pokemon I found. H-hold on a sec- return!’ He called the pokemon back to its ball and looked at it, slightly disturbed. He took the other unmarked ball from his belt and cleared his throat, attempting to recapture the atmosphere of scientific excitement.
‘And that was where I found… [i]This[/i].’

The room was suddenly very uncomfortably full of Onix.