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[Keisuke is woken up by something rather...interesting. It's not an alarm, a voice, or even a Pokemon.

It's a tinny, electronic tune. Doo do doo doo doo doooo~

...What.

He picks up the gear, staring intently the the screen because now he's awake for sure.]

~*~Happy 18th Birthday Keisuke Takagi~*~

[Oh. May 2nd. He guessed it really was his birthday--which makes the next thing that pops up on the screen all the more disheartening. Happy Birthday, Keisuke! Here's a mission to do for the evil organization you've been placed in.

It isn't until later in the afternoon, when he's finished driving around (somewhat poorly and noticeably by a certain intelligent woman in red.) and piling up garbage for the day, that turns on the video function. He's looking a bit tired, with a smear of grimy dust on his cheek and bruises along his arm from an overenthusiastic Shellder. Keisuke's back in plainclothes and sitting on a bench somewhere in Goldenrod.]

Worst birthday ever almost seems like an understatement. Doesn't even feel real...

Hey, Atsuro. Are you busy?

[EDITED 6/26/12.]

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