💀 FIRST IMPRESSION.

OOC. Hey ya demons it’s me soooo in case anyone is shocked seeing a life sign.

I started working in January, got two other blogs that took priority bc I felt a wee bit overwhelmed on the dash here during the swsh hype so I neeeeeed the big overhaul to get back here.

I plan to bring your boy back around as low-activity/low-maintenance blog.

1. Cleaned out my followers to make it manageable. Went from 150ish to 60ish. Mostly inactive blogs. Like 70 blogs dropped dead that’s a whole fandom in another place, damn. 2. The part I’m sorry about: gonna purge my drafts unless you really wanna keep our thread bc it was plotted or bc you really liked it. I think most of my rps evaporated anyways since I only have 5 threads left on my end, but everything’s 2+ months old. Woops. 3. The announcement: I don’t wanna move Guzma to my multi, he stays here. Though he’ll be low-activity, so random bursts of writing and free-time aside longer threads will be really sporadic and starter calls p rare thoughweirdlyenoughnewblogsasideIrarelyeverseeanyheresoidk.

Elderly eyes did not play to their advantage, as Nanu struggled to keep track of the Ultra Beast. There was something odd about the movements, or at least what he could make out. From what he knew of Kartana, he would strike at its strongest threat. That should have been his Persian, as it sensed the creature first. 

Vague images raced towards Guzma, the poke ball completely knocked from the trainer’s hand. 

Why did it target him….? Unless.

Nanu’s mind sunk, brows furrowed deeply at the sudden realization. It was happening AGAIN. When did Guzma radiate this invisible energy, and why was did he not see this before? The Kahuna makes a mad sprint towards Guzma, Noir quick to dash toward the ex-skull leader’s front. 

❝ RUN. NOW. AS FAST AS YOU CAN. ❞

Thinking never occurred. He broke into a dash, then slid across the jaggy ground towards his Pokéball. He shouldn’t have- but. Leaving Nanu completely alone in this was no option. Wasted seconds. Opportunities. Decisions in the moment. Finally, a toss, a light, a familiar scream. Golisopod, appeared for back-up.

Just as Kartana was about to bring down its blade on the Kahuna, it was caught to a grinding halt by the armored bug-type’s raised claw. But the UB didn’t care for this Pokémon or the other. It saw past it. To home getting further away. To the obstacles in its way. A quick side-step, it was now before Nanu. Both blades lifted for X-Scissor. Another obstacle- this one even more bothersome. Perhaps the Ultra Beast knew, felt, even picked up the Tapu’s scent on this one and decided to make him second priority. 

Though the other was reluctant, he clearly wanted to help save the people. Or else he wouldn’t have thrown that pokeball. Steven didn’t know what they were up against, but he had trust in the other man. There were no better chances than that anyways. “Very well, count me in.” He released Aggron and gestured inside. “Let me go ahead. I know the building very well.”

So Steven went first, followed by his Aggron and so far, so clear. Many lights were flickering, some lamps barely hanging from the ceilings by the wires. The quakes shaking the building around have caused a lot of damage, but that wasn’t important. Important were the trapped employees. Hopefully no one had the terrible idea to take the elevator - but one look at the elevator showed that it was broken and stuck anyways.

“Aggron, go check whether there are people inside.” The strong pokemon pulled the elevator doors apart to reveal the dark tunnel, with barely some of the cabin visible. “Agh!” Aggron shook his head and Steven sighed in relief. “That’s at least something.”

With a saunter, Guzma followed into the facility. Cables hung from the ceiling, sparking, patches of the floor disappeared into bizarre patterns. Having Steven with him spared him getting lost inside this concrete-maze. The distortions would’ve made this a mess to navigate alone.

Scizor demanded his attention. Someone was stuck in the rubble by the stairs. ”Yo. Take it easy.” The bug-steel-type crushed the boulders, and the employee slowly crawled out. They were shaken, but he showed them out. First floor still looked good, but if the staircase was anything to go by then the trouble was upstairs. After escorting the person out, he returned to the other trainer’s side.

A gesture to the only way up. His own Pokémon was already clearing the way, but help was needed. “So, that gal I just saved told me that the thing responsible was so fast their Pokémon barely had time to react. Got a feel it’s gonna be a Pheromosa. Issa UB that looks like a roach. Watch out, it’s gonna be lurkin’ somewhere.”   

               this was a terrible idea, bede was quickly beginning to realize. yet another example of his damnable impulsive side coming around to bite him. he would even go so far as to label it a catastrophe of the fairy trainer’s various faults just waiting to happen — because even as he recognized the severity of what he had gotten himself into, his pride refused to allow him to back down. bede was in this, whether he wanted to be or not. and he was going to win either way.

               his eyes narrowed at the other’s choice in pokemon. a steel type — but not only a steel type, a bug type on top of it all. bede silently cursed his misfortune.      ( after all, half of his team was composed of pokemon both fairy and psychic. ) as much as he wanted to rely on hatterene’s raw strength and dependability, this simply wasn’t a fight made for her.

               with that in mind, bede made his choice. ❝ mawile? ❞

               the fairy type materialized from her ball with a vicious snarl, snapping her maw. mawile was something of a problem child — had been, even before bede decided to make her his responsibility.      ( prior to that, the gym trainers in ballonlea had considered her impossible to work with. ) they had their differences and their quirks, but ultimately, she was a good pokemon and a dependable ally. even now, he looked at her, she looked at him and there was a shared understanding there — that they were both too stubborn to lose.

                ❝ right. ❞ bede looked up. ❝ let’s begin. ❞ mawile surged forward without prompting, lunging for the scizor with the intent to trap and crush him in her jaws.

At the opponent’s snapping, the Scizor responded with a show of its adorned claws. Intimidation didn’t work as well on a Pokémon this old, but it still left him a bit hesitant about attacking. And that, the Mawile used to kill the distance. Jaws closed, crunching against the iron body. The steel-type struggled with speed when not attacking, but it could rely on its defenses-

And so it let itself be trapped for the time being on purpose. The corner of his mouth twitched not in frustration, but in a huff. Amusement. A strange move for a moment, but no madness he called his own was ever without motif. The trust in his partner may have been bigger than the dynamax-phenomenon, doubts never crossed the man. Guzma and Scizor’s eyes both flickered to the massive third member of their struggle, then the trainer’s brows knit. Sandaconda, noticing the confrontation beneath, unfurled its lengthy tail to Slam it against both. 

The tail whipped across the battlefield at the two with immense might. A moment of doubt set in- perhaps he underestimated how strong those gigantic Pokémon were. It was fleeting. Type-advantage could only migitate so much. Maybe he had to play differently after all. 

starters  /  prompts taken from various game grumps’   ten minute power hour   videos . - “  if we could get something sharp and dangerous that would be great.  ” | @inquisitorre

 “Ayyy, got just the thing.“ A sparkly knife he had carried concealed on his person, definitely fitting the mentioned criteria. Problem, Guzma’s grin was beating the blade to these traits and that never meant anything good. “Slow it mousey. Don’t wanna feel bad sending a combat rat out there with a weapon too big for ya lil’ paws.“

          Stress hurts their head, causes them to reel back again. They try to hide it, but their features are disappearing, their body is slowly but surely morphing back to its original state. It’s becoming too hard to maintain this human appearance on their own.

          But they try to calm down. They try - boy do they try, and to a degree it does work. Their voice is weak and pathetic, like someone who’s been slapped down multiple times. “ G– Gelly w– .. Gelly didn’t do a–anything.. why do p– people hate Gelly…? “

He caught the wavering just for a second and tensed up doubting his senses. Next moment everything was ‘normal’ again. Although he hesitated for a confused moment, he squat down next to Gelly. “Don’t go lookin’ for blame. Folks don’t need no reason to be jerks. Sucks, but that’s our world. Gelly, yeah? Just, y’know...” Huh. This didn’t turn out smooth at all, and he searched for words.

          Their lips are bitten as Guzma approaches, tensing and trying not to explode into a wave of tears as he speaks to them. It’s really hard to restrain their own thoughts, but they barely manage. They shake their head, trying to throw off the question.

          “ G– Gelly’s fine. “

starters  /  prompts taken from various game grumps’   ten minute power hour   videos . - “ this is just a blob! ” :D | @grassgrown​

The Pyukumuku in question seemed rather excited to be given Blob as nickname, and Guzma  stared in disbelief on how it had fallen out of his travel bag. With a wet splat, suddenly it was free and there, inching towards Milo’s shoes. The spiked little fella had made a journey from Alola all the way to here as stowaway. “A pukemuke, here? Ya shittin’ me?” For a moment he was busy looking into the inside of his bag to check for anything else not belonging in there. Seemed clear. 

          They’re curled in on themself, trying not to think too much about tonight’s events.