Hal Emmerich

[Otacon looked exhausted. How could you tell, you may ask? Well, the fact that he seemed to have fallen asleep at a desk in his hotel room--in Goldenrod, judging by the music. Awfully cheerful for someone who looked like he hadn't slept properly in days. The mutated streaks of white in his hair were starting to show through regardless of the fact that he'd dyed it, and if one looked closely enough they could probably see the beginning of dark circles under his eyes.]

[Behind him, one could see several Pokemon talking amongst themselves in their own particular languages--none of them sounding happy by any means.]

['I'm just going to eat him. Should have done that a long time ago.' hissed an Arbok. If a snake could scowl, that was exactly what she was doing.]

['Wouldn't like that, though.' answered an Ampharos in worried bleating sounds, gesturing in Otacon's direction. 'He doesn't want anyone hurt, y'know. 'Specially not that one.']

['Just put him in the hospital for a few weeks as a warning.']

[The two of them turned to the third that had spoken; the Pidgeot sitting on the bed preening her feathers without a care in the world.]

['You call that a warning?']

['I call that "happy birthday, Otacon, we took care of your problem".']

[It was about that point when Otacon blinked a few times--still crimson eyes, the other result of the mutation--and sat up, putting a hand to his head dazedly.]

Huh...must've fallen asleep. Not really how I'd planned to spend today... [He reached over and put his glasses on, looking over his shoulder at two Pokemon trying to act casual and one bird who couldn't care less. Ever seen a snake trying to whistle? Now you have.]

...you know, I'm not even going to ask this time. Stay out of trouble, will you?