"JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"Suddenly the bulky form of Spielzburg appears at the entranceway of the airplane as if to respond to Leaf's query. With rolling front flip somersault thing, he explodes from out of the plane and comes to a skidding, running stop before he can accidentally hurt someone with his seemingly impossible gymnastic skills. Bluk skitters away in fear and retreats to Korrie with wide eyes of fear. Johan claps his tiny hands in a highly amused fashion. Mirage, having been surrounded by enough eccentrics in his lifetime doesn't react much more than tightening his claws a tiny bit and keeping a careful gaze on the frightening, yet undeniably jolly large man. Spleizburg's body remains in motion for a few seconds in such a fashion that it would seem he would be about to fall, but by some miracle by obscene sky overlords he manages stand upright. A large teethy grin stretches across his face and he begins to prance about happily.
"OOOOOoooh! Ze cameras! I can hear zem roll! Come! Come quickly mein liebchens! Ve muss get ready! Du!" Spielzburg points dramatically at Frank and produces the film camera.
"You ver elected to hold ze camera, ja? Dann hold ze camera! Ve vouldn't vant to miss ze footage, ja? JAAAAAaa!!"With the camera unceremoniously dumped upon Frank. Spielzburg claps his hands and ecstatically jumps. Small shockwaves are produced as Saxon looks on in mute horror and confusion. But Spielzburg is dead to the world. Behind his eyes there is something not quite all together human. But there is no such time to dwell on such thoughts for he quickly begins to start ushering the party to the end of the airfield with periodic pokes and prods of his gelatinous hands.
"Come zu mit! Come zu mit! Ve're starting here zoon ja! Faster! Valk mit me liebchens! Eins, zwei, DREI, eins, zwei, DREI! Ach, zee how much FUN ve are having!" Whether by your own volition or not, you eventually find yourself at the end of the tarmac. While your attention was distracted by Spielzburg, a few wooden chairs had been set up for each of the trainers minus Frank. A press conference podium had also been set up, with various microphones and other implements sticking out of it haphazardly like a bouquet of metal flowers. Spielzburg quickly finds each of the kids a seat muttering a few words in a broken language that you can't quite understand without putting too much effort into translation. At long last, he breaks off from you all and marches to the podium. A few locals have gathered in to watch the spectacle while the reporters hush and huddle; writing furiously into their notepads as Spielzburg approaches the podium. His arms swing in massive, long streaking arks and his face appears on the edge of bursting. He grabs the podium and quickly bellows into the microphones with the fury of a thousand happy producers. The microphones squeak a bit as somewhere a frightened intern manning the soundboard desperately attempts to lower the volume.
"HAAAAAAALLOOOOOOO!! Wilkommen zu the Muse Islands! To day, ve are pleazed to announce ze newest documentary from Spliezburg Productions, Ze Muse Region Chronicles! Zoon, you vill be able to ze the Muse Region mit your very eyez as eef you vere there yourself! Vatch mit wunder as zese fine liebchens explore ze fine beauty of ze island! Cringe in fear as zey battle fearsome foez and Gym Leaders zat the ze vorld has not yet zeen before! Look in awe as zey become stronger az trainers, und perhaps... Ze furst champions of ze Muse League!" A few muffled gasps escape the crowd in confusion.
"Zat ees right! Zese trainers have been entered to be apart of ze first annual Muse Region Conference! Only time vill tell if zey vill become worthy of thee title, boot who knows ja?! JAAAAAAA!! Und now, a vord from our sponsor... President McKenzie ladies und gentlemen!"Polite clapping issues forth from the crowd when Spielzburg removes himself from the mike and McKenzie takes his place on the stand. He walks up to the podium with confidence and poise. A cheeky little grin makes it's way onto the side of his face.
"Greetings ladies and gentlemen, I am President McKenzie of the Pokémon League's Department of Annexation. It is my absolute pleasure to be with you all today on this fine, splendorous island. Now, as some you may know, for the last couple of years we at the Department of Annexation have been working with the local governments of the Muse Islands to finally induct them into our fine association. It's taken time. It's taken a bit of elbow grease. It's taken some generous funding from our superiors way up there on the Indigo Plateau, but we're nearly there. This year, I am pleased to announce the first annual Muse Region Conference will be taking placed on the Island of Eternity, Sonorous Island! This tournament of course will be used to decide the first Champion of the Muse Region. But that's not all..." "Even if they lose in the tournament, all applicants will be put into consideration to become an inaugural member of the Muse Region Elite Four, a position of great pride and honor that encompasses all of the best features of being a trainer. Only the best candidates will be considered for this position, so all worthy trainers should give it their all to be the best that they can be so that they may participate in the upcoming tournament! Now..."
"I would like to thank these youthful trainers sitting in these chairs right over here. These trainers will be playing a key role in my vision for the Muse Islands. As you may know, not much information is readily available about the Muse Region. It remains in many senses, one of the last great frontiers of the world. Their job is to illuminate that mystery, to help foster the connection between old and new. Together, they will show the Modern World a new land with many new possibilities ripe for the taking. And for that; I thank them from the bottom of my heart."McKenzie initiates the applause and motions for the trainers to stand up. The response is modest, but the crowd itself was modest so that was to be expected. Spielzburg gives the most enthusiastic response; his hands flying together like a thunderclap as a pair of manly tears glide softly into his soft beard. McKenzie takes his place back at the podium and makes one final address to the crowd.
"Finally, I thank you all for coming out today. I have some business to attend to on Sonorous Island, but stay tuned for the finalized date, time, and location of the first annual Muse League Pokémon Conference. To those listening in on at home, I want to see as many of you trainers there as possible. Let's make this first conference one to remember! Go, fight and be the best that you can be!"More applause, a bit more passionate this time erupts from the audience. The security guards aren't quite able to keep the reporters back and strain against them like an ocean tide. McKenzie throws two V-Fingered fists into the air and turns for the plane. Spielzburg, the bodyguards, and Saxon follow in quickstep. The local security are no longer able to hold back the tide as they pour onto the tarmac. They run towards you!
...And pass right by. They seem far more interested in McKenzie than you all right now. McKenzie and co quickly disappear into the plane which begins to take off whether the reporters like or not. One desperately attempts to cling for the plane for that exclusive interview, but interviews be damned. McKenzie had a job to do. The plane lifted off the ground and the reporter lost her grip close to the ground. She skitters for a small ways, but continues chasing the plane even though the effort is beyond futile.
One particular reporter pulls out a Pokeball and hops onto a Pidgeot in hot pursuit of a story while the other landlocked reporters look on in awe at his preparation. His intrepid intern with a Pidgey is not so lucky and fails to achieve lift off.
It strikes as you as a good time to leave before these story mongers lay eyes on you.
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