Yes, it's so tragic when the elderly lose their faculties, isn't it? Fezandipiti said with an expansive sigh. Please... Take him somewhere where he can calm down. But treat him gently. Fezandipiti gestured with a wing, and the performers wrestled the old man away from the stage. He didn't go quietly, yelling about shame and about Ogerpon the whole way, but he went.
Kari continued to wander the festival grounds, searching (unsuccessfully) for Ana. She stopped on occasion to snap a picture of an unfamiliar pokemon she spotted or some cute charms and trinkets at one of the stalls, but her nerves were only getting worse the longer she looked, and there was only so much her chimecho could do to keep her calm.
She spotted the stage ahead of her again; she'd made nearly a full circle of the area now and hadn't found her... of course, with so many people here, it was easy to miss someone, especially with everyone in masks, but...
Sudden yelling caught her attention, and she watched scene unfold with growing unease. The story from the play... this old man sounded like he was disputing it's validity, and seemed to have some backstory to back up his claim. Was no one going to... inquire further? The bird pokemon had requested he be taken away, and the performers were all too eager to appease their local legend, but there were also whispers among the more obvious tourists...
Symphony chimed somewhat urgently in Kari's ear. Several moments that felt like hours passed as Kari internally freaked out over impending human interaction, because of course she would be the one to have to step up, but found her feet able to carry her in the direction of the old man.
"E-excuse me!" she cried out as she approached. Thank the gods for her skitty mask, because she could feel her face redden by the second. "Please, be careful! He's, um... fragile. I-I'll get him home and get him the care and attention he needs." Not that she knew anything about caring for an elderly person, but trying to wrangle him like a rampaging tauros couldn't be good for his bones. "I'm sorry for the, uh... disruption..."
Thankfully, the performers took her at her word. When they were out of earshot, Kari turned to the old man, launching into her reasoning for intercepting them. "Hi, um... I'm here from Hoenn studying the local culture, and... there seems to be some... uh, you sound like you... believe the story plays out differently than the legend?"