[ The video is very brief: it's Leon's room at the inn, which you all might recognize from the last video, if you're paying attention, with one very large discrepancy:

Skarmory is taking up the entire bed, along with a clutch of six. Six gigantic, reflective metal eggs.

She's looking pretty pleased with herself, crooning and cooing over them, occasionally scratching the shells with her beak and trying to simulate brambles, which aren't common around Goldenrod, much less in Leon's bedroom. When the feed turns back to Mr. Lineface, he looks...no, furious isn't the word. It's not upset, either.

He looks...aghast. ]

Quistis. [ Translation: You have so much explaining to do. ] Yours did this, didn't he?

[ Guess who came home from the road only to find the pokemon he'd sent ahead...making a nest? That hooligan King went and knocked up Leon's baby girl pokemon! Disapproving father to the max.

In his rage, he attempted to lock this post to Quistis, but oops, it didn't go through and he didn't bother to fix it. Too much seething, you see. Also: the eggs have all been claimed, so while you can feel free to come lulz, please don't nab an egg unless you're Isa, Sora, Riku, Kay, Daisuke or Lightning. ]

Hn. It's working. No, get away from it. I don't want you to break it.

[ The feed clicks on, revealing a very familiar voice; eventually the camera function starts up, zooming in and out on the neckline of a white t-shirt. After a few moments, the person holding the device seems to be satisfied that they've figured out all its functions, and the camera pans up to finally reveal one scarred, frowning face. The eyes are dark, the brow only slightly furrowed; while Leon's face is difficult to read on a good day, he looks particularly subdued today. Anyone familiar with him knows this is because he is royally pissed. ]

If the words 'Hollow Bastion Restoration Committee' ring any bells, now'd be a good time to speak up. I--hey, careful.

[ A massive metal shape comes into view--Skarmory's head, peering down at the camera. Those big blue eyes are bright and alert, seeming incredibly out of place in a face that looks like it could rip someone in half. Skarmory makes a raucous, curious noise, somewhere between a chirp and grinding sawblades. Leon gently but firmly uses his arm to push the bird out of the way. ]

Anyone with any clear information on what to do with--that-- [ He glances away from the camera; it's pretty clear he's talking about Skarmory. ] --would be appreciated.

[ A pause. ]

Thank you.

[ The feed clicks off. ]