[Izaya is abrupt when he turns the feed on. His smile is bright, cheerful - harmless, even.]

Johto is always so interesting. So many people coming and going - town to town, route to route. Seeking out challenges, gyms, trainers. Really, there's never a dull moment!

Curiouser and curiouser though...

[His eyes narrow slightly and his grin twists. It's colder, more calculated. Those who've dealt with Izaya extensively in the past may recognize this from when he's questioned things in the past.]

Yet the Gym Leaders, no matter how human they seem are completely inhuman. No matter how many battles they win or lose, their Pokémon remain at the same level. They say nearly the same thing to each trainer. I recall this with Whitney-chan and her crocodile tears... but Falkner-kun too.

Really, it's all the same in every town.

Doesn't it make you wonder, Johto? Just who's real and who isn't? Are we, the captive, the only real ones?

And what about the ones who brought us here? Professor Elm? Oak? The Elite Four? The Champion? Team Rocket?

So many possibilities and yet... so few answers. And yet he we go, day-to-day without much of a thought or care for it. It never ceases to be interesting, really!

[He lets out a laugh, followed by a calm breath. With a blink, that bright, much warmer smile reappears on his face and he changes the topic without a hitch.]

Really, I just had a favor to ask! You see, I'd really like to get back to my own Johto routines, but doing that as it stands right now means I need to go through a whole lot of needless work for the second time around. I know there are plenty here with a Plain Badge and a squirt bottle, so if someone would kindly assist me in moving it, I'd pay well as a token of gratitude.

[And then Izaya cocks his head to the side, giving his most genuine n_n before cutting the feed entirely. Now? Now he waits.]