Monaghan raised a clawed hand to his grinning mouth. It was the only thing he could keep himself from laughing at the scene that was unfolding in front of him. Several grown Pokemon acting like complete idiots, flailing around and screaming while an Alakazam ranted and raved in the background. Was he making them do this? He had heard of psychic Pokemon sometimes controlling others for fun, but he had never imagined it being so... amusing! Some of the muddled Pokemon had already started coming to their senses, a slightly disappointing development, but the psychic in the back was still making confusing movements, as if he was dancing out of joy.
This was quite the opposite of what he was expecting after the blinding flashes and horrible gusts that had filled the Sundown Forest shortly before. Most Pokemon would be scared away from such a scene, and for good reason, but Monaghan was feeling lucky. Only a battle between two strong Pokemon could cause such dramatic events, and the sudden cease in activity could only mean that at least one died. Certain body parts of strong Pokemon could yield a tidy profit at the black market, mainly tough outer shells and sharp claws. It was a dubious practice, but it was an opportunity Monaghan was not willing to pass up, especially with the potential gains that could be had. So, trusting his quite possibly faulty logic, he cautiously began making his way to the source of the lights.
The Sableye lowered his hand from his mouth as the situation calmed down. He was still thoroughly entertained by the whole affair, it was like watching some sort of theatre performance. Even from up here, he could catch small parts of conversation. Some were talking among themselves, others had gone seemingly catatonic, and some walked out of his line of vision and entered it again. Nobody seemed to be addressing the shiny Donphan in the room. Namely, the Alakazam. It can't possibly be that difficult to miss, surely?
Checking his hiding spot once again, Monaghan was confident that even if the little group on the ground regained their senses before he could sneak out before he was noticed. He was sitting on the high branch of a large tree, safe from casual observation from ground level. He'd made sure to face away from the sun and keep his head down, to keep his eyes from catching the low light and revealing his position. The gems on his back still cast a slight sparkle, but they were safely hidden from view of anyone in front of him. Unfortunately, he wasn't in a position to run if he was found. The branch was too high to simply drop from and there was a lack of trees to jump to. Monaghan checked his bag for food and resolved to stay for just a little bit longer. What's the worst that could happen?