#sbsummer2017

The tournament, finally, was over.

After sitting in his room, depressed and detached from the world, as Delphox tirelessly watched over his trainer, Damien began to show signs of life again.  Delphox, returning into the room, saw that his master would be rising from the couch, without a need to go to the bathroom, shower, or slink to bed.  The wizard’s eyes immediately lit up.

“Master!”  Delphox cried out.  “You are moving again!  Are you alright?”

Damien closed his eyes, cracking his neck.  When he opened them, there was a look of focus, of determination.

“…I’m fine.”  He simply said.

To anyone, it would be a dismissive answer.  Delphox, however, felt his heart sink the moment he heard his voice.  Damien had something in mind.

And it wasn’t good…

“…Master.” Delphox said, putting a hand up.  “We can be set to leave immediately.  There is nothing you have to do.”

Damien’s look turned into a scowl again.

“…Yes, Delphox.”  He growled.  “…There is.”

He then took an empty Poke Ball out, and aimed it at Delphox.  The Wizard took a step back.

“Master…”  Delphox said in concern.  “…What are you doing?”

“Something I feel that I have to do, now.”  Damien answered.  “But I’m not going to have you, or anyone else, stop me.”

Delphox’s look turned stern.  “…No, Damien.  I shall not be withdrawn.”

The Fighter gripped the Poke Ball tight.

“Yes.  You will.”

Delphox drew out his wand, and charged at Damien.

“Master-!”

Before Delphox could tackle him, Damien returned his Pokemon into the sphere.  To eliminate the chance of his Poke Ball bursting open, and Delphox forcefully coming out, he tapped the button a few times, triggering the soft lock.

It wouldn’t last a while, but it would give him enough time to allow him one last thing to take care of before he left Po Town.

It was time to speak to Guzma one last time…

The Big Calavera was set to announce the winner of the tournament any moment.  Pocketing Delphox’s Poke Ball, he made for the front of the Shady House.

He wasn’t leaving until he had something he needed.

"OOOHHH! Buy all your bandmates new equipment! Maybe something nice for your Pokémon since they did so well?"

     The ghouls were all on alert. Only Flighty Thing and Bedhead weren’t. The former was watching its evolution, clapping its little hands, enraptured by the show. Bedhead was ... just kind of sinking its roots into the ground, doing tangrowth things. He wasn’t sure half the time, but it listened so that’s nice.

      Vino had a hand on the handle of the doublade, making sure it wasn’t running off to cause some chaos. He could feel the pokemon trying use its influence against him, but the agent finds it easy to fight against. If only those sashes weren’t wiggling around. 

    “ It’s not an attack you guys! ” He told them. 

It took until that moment, really for them to stop and turn towards him. Gosh, he ended up missing a good chunk of the display because of it. At least it wasn’t raining anymore. 

Damien was in an absolute state of shock.

His whole team just got swept under the rug by Roxie’s Mega Gyarados.

The crowd had cleared out from the battle, yet Damien and his felled Pokemon still remained.  He was on his knees, his eyes still facing where Roxie and her Mega Gyarados stood.

The whole crowd had laughed at Damien.  He stood no chance, and he was embarrassed once more.

It was Unova all over again...

His look was downcasted.

And he was here for the rest of the week...

Just... here.  Existing, no chance of glory. Rotting.

In enemy territory.

His look turned into a scowl.

Guzma...

This was all an effort to see the Fighter embarrassed once again, wasn’t it?

He deserved all of the frustration, all of the anger, all of the rage that was now pent up within Damien.

But not today.

Slowly, Damien stood up on his feet, and would walk slowly to the residence where his quarters were.

Guzma would soon hear from Damien.  First, he would let him have his fun with the “tournament”.

After that...