[Gremlin "notices" by skulking around at the edges of the grass and leaping at any pokemon that wander too close in an attempt to scare them, grinning maniacally.
Meanwhile, Dib is interrupted in his digging through his past conversations with Dipper for a phone number by the one thing he was really hoping wouldn't happen - the first pokeball on his belt abruptly shakes in alarm. He jumps, looking down at it, and gulps as he feels the bottom start to slowly slide out of his stomach.
Dib taps the ball open, the Absol materializing beside him.]
Cassandra, please don't tell me you sense something bad has happened...
[She'd been skittish earlier tonight, he belatedly recalled, but he'd been so excited about the stakeout that he'd brushed it off. And in his experience, the disaster pokemon's sixth sense was rarely wrong.
To his growing dismay, she simply gives a somber lowering of her head, and Dib doesn't have to be able to understand her low croon to immediately fear the worst. He leaps up, releasing his Mothim and Beheeyem as well, already starting to shakily bark orders.]
Mothman, Agent, search the forest. If you find Dipper, help him any way you can and try to bring him back to the shack. If not, rendezvous at the shack in a couple of hours. Cass, we're headed there. Gremlin, stop that, stay here, and protect the equipment! I'll come get you once we find Dipper, or know what's going on, or... or something! Okay?
[The pokemon all nod in understanding, Mothman and Agent setting off quickly into the forest. Gremlin's grin drops into a toothy frown as he slinks back to the equipment's side, watching the others. Even he knows something serious is going on.
Dib swallows again, freezing in place for a moment before Cassandra nudges him gently with her nose, hunching down low. He nods a silent thanks and hops onto her back, sinking his hands into her ruff as he lets her take off towards the shack. It's a ways from here still, but she knows the way. Dib just hopes they won't be too late for... whatever is going to happen, if it hasn't already.]
ALL ABOARD THE FEELS TRAIN WOO WOO
Meanwhile, Dib is interrupted in his digging through his past conversations with Dipper for a phone number by the one thing he was really hoping wouldn't happen - the first pokeball on his belt abruptly shakes in alarm. He jumps, looking down at it, and gulps as he feels the bottom start to slowly slide out of his stomach.
Dib taps the ball open, the Absol materializing beside him.]
Cassandra, please don't tell me you sense something bad has happened...
[She'd been skittish earlier tonight, he belatedly recalled, but he'd been so excited about the stakeout that he'd brushed it off. And in his experience, the disaster pokemon's sixth sense was rarely wrong.
To his growing dismay, she simply gives a somber lowering of her head, and Dib doesn't have to be able to understand her low croon to immediately fear the worst. He leaps up, releasing his Mothim and Beheeyem as well, already starting to shakily bark orders.]
Mothman, Agent, search the forest. If you find Dipper, help him any way you can and try to bring him back to the shack. If not, rendezvous at the shack in a couple of hours. Cass, we're headed there. Gremlin, stop that, stay here, and protect the equipment! I'll come get you once we find Dipper, or know what's going on, or... or something! Okay?
[The pokemon all nod in understanding, Mothman and Agent setting off quickly into the forest. Gremlin's grin drops into a toothy frown as he slinks back to the equipment's side, watching the others. Even he knows something serious is going on.
Dib swallows again, freezing in place for a moment before Cassandra nudges him gently with her nose, hunching down low. He nods a silent thanks and hops onto her back, sinking his hands into her ruff as he lets her take off towards the shack. It's a ways from here still, but she knows the way. Dib just hopes they won't be too late for... whatever is going to happen, if it hasn't already.]