#dittoskull

        NOW, MAYBE KUBO WAS WRONG. Maybe this wasn’t the same Skull grunt that had caught him interacting with a mysterious ultra beast. ( Their clothing was all the same, therefore they all looked the same to him, ) but he’s pretty sure. He’s also pretty sure they’re following him.

Envious eyes glittered from the shadows as the grunt walked along route 17; he had either came or is going to Po town with the rest of his gang. Ah yes, Team Skull, those loud, colorful trainers with tasty human food and...nice shiiiny chains with shinier skull charms hanging from them.

Silent paws had Kolohe speed past the grunt before stopping at a halt, waiting for him to walk by.

Closer...

Closer....

...

“MNYAA!”

Takes out the egg he has????

It had taken him a bit longer than he would have liked to,to get ready. Seems most of his shirts were either stolen by a certain boyfriend or just not washed yet. In the end he settled with his usual red flannel shirt before leaving a small note for Angus letting him know Matthew was just heading to Malie City for a few hours.

Picking up his ride pager and Pokeballs,the male swiftly made his way out of the Shady house to the outskirts of Po Town before calling for the Charizard to fly him over to the location. He watches the ride pokemon fly away before taking a quick glance at the city. It wasn’t too crowded thankfully and even if it was he was easily caught in a crown with his height anyway.

Quickly pulling out his phone,he scrolls down his contacts before X’s name popped up and quickly sent a text.

{Text}: Yo,I’m in Malie City just outside of the Pokemon Centre {Text}: You’ll easily spot me dude

And with that,he places his phone back into his pocket,shuffling his hand in there a bit more before pulling out a GreatBall and letting the Pokemon that was inside it out who gave a small squeak at being let out.

  “ Scra? “

The sight of one of Plumeria’s kids lying bloodied in the dirt and missing an entire arm is a shock to Clarissa’s system. Her sense of alarm drops as she registers the distinct lack of the catastrophic bleed-out that losing a limb usually entails. Pokémon as prosthetics were an odd concept to her. Odd, interesting, and something she would have to look into in greater detail when she doesn’t have the well-being of a wounded teenager on her hands. She tears her jacket from her shoulders and drops to one knee at Xenon’s side. 

“Who’s ‘them’? Why were you attacked, did they take anything?”

The leather garment is draped over the grunt’s torso. Clarissa’s hands move with the same level-tempered sternness that imbues her eyes and voice, the confidence of someone who’s dealt with one too many broken charges. Who reacts to the severity of the situation but is no longer fazed by it. She inspects each of Xenon’s limbs for breaks before she attempts to move him.

" ＷＨＡＴ ＡＲＥ ＹＡ ＤＯＩＮ'? "

          Hands on her hips and a skip to her step Acerola stepped up to the boy as she looked him up and down. Of course he wasn’t doing anything and that was the point as she tapped his arm and motioned for him to stand up from his squats ( Her Banette poking its head out from behind her ). 

“ Since you’re not doin’ anything might as well help me! “