The chitter and rustle of various Pokémon in the undergrowth swells as you walk along the abandoned railway track in the middle of Pinwheel Forest. There's someone up ahead, you notice, a youth with his arms stretched out for balance while he teeters along on the old, pitted rail.

As you step onto the overgrown path to overtake him, he pauses in his endeavors to look at you sternly. His tone however is perfectly pleasant and friendly when he speaks. "My name is Ingo!" he offers immediately. There's a flutter in the canopy, his volume startling some unseen Tranquill. "Pleasure to meet you! Please forgive the obstruction on the line! My brother could conduct you to safety, if he were here..."

While he chatters away like you're firm friends, there's a more insistent commotion from the bushes beside you and oh, there's two of them now. Ingo's doppelganger spills out into the clearing and nearly trips over one of the weathered sleepers, stumbling to an ungainly halt. His hair is a silver tangle full of twigs, a smear of mud across his cheek and a wild smile on his face.

"What's going on?" The grinning force of nature gives you a pointed once over, clearly having overheard Ingo's last statement. "I, Emmet, am always right on schedule."