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Plumeria hums a little tune as she walks.

Two plastic bags hang from her hands, full with quality ingredients from the Hau’oli Mall. She’d gotten a nice fat paycheck from challenging other trainers near the league. It surprises her every time she battles well, and she’s both proud and embarrassed by her progress. It’s unusual for her to feel so proud of herself. And since she’d gotten some money, she’d figured it was a good opportunity for her to treat her cute lil ex-henchmen at Po Town. 

There weren’t very many kids left hanging around at the mansion anymore, which just meant she’d had to get something just as good to compensate for the absence. Mostly the ones who could hold down a bearing elsewhere had already gone. Living at Po Town had become a marker of societal disgrace in Alola. Not that it wasn’t before, but back when the Team had been in full bloom nobody would question them; it was part of their shtick to rebel. Nowadays there weren’t nothin’ for Team Skull members. Hell, the team had been disbanded, which meant they weren’t even official grunts anymore.

The ones remaining are kids who have absolutely nowhere else to go. Plumeria takes care of them since she herself stays at the mansion. She feels obligated, but in truth, it’s also comforting to know there’s a scrap of the team still left and alive. She wants to keep that scrap safe with her if she can.

Plumeria strides into a familiar alley, ducking past the trashcans left from nearby restaurants. The mall at Hau’oli had the best selections of food, that was true, but it was far away from Po Town. Luckily she could take a quick boatride back, the shortcut of which was this alley.

Until she sees a person running at her from the other side of the alley. A familiar face. His cyan hair is slicked back with sweat, eyes wide and stricken with terror, an emotion she’s intensely uncomfortable to see on one of her little brothers. What’s wrong? Get behind me. I’ll protect you. These thoughts run through her head quickly and rapidfire, so ingrained into her personality are they that it’s not a cognition, it’s instinct. Alarm spikes like fire at the back of her neck and she tenses; she’s like a big mama bear. 

Her maternal anger only roars louder as he approaches her and the turbulence in the air around him becomes clear. This is someone who’d had boy troubles in the past, since before Team Skull disbanded. Bad troubles. She’d been there for him then, and she’d be here for him now. Plumeria drops the grocery bags with a thud, her eyes fiery and demanding.

Po Town, despite Team Skull’s disbandment, had never been fully abandoned by its delinquent inhabitants. A lot of grunts were teenagers, mere kids with nowhere to go now that Guzma had gone. They had no place to stay other than Po Town, and so a few stuck together and continued as residents of the still dominated town. Nanu didn’t mind any. The kids rarely got themselves into trouble nowadays. Most of them had learned better than that. Or so he hoped.

Every now and again, Nanu would step foot inside Po Town to check on its remaining citizens. This was both to make sure they weren’t getting themselves into more trouble than needed, and to make sure that they were still doing all right. He didn’t know any of them well, but he saw them as his responsibility to take care of. He had come to live near Po Town to keep watch over Team Skull’s movements, and so long as he remained in the police station, the Skull members would always be partly his own responsibility. If they needed something, he’d help them. If he needed to sort them out, then he would.

Today was another day for Nanu to check in on the residents in Po Town. He pushed the big, heavy metal doors open and stepped into the street. No longer were barricades lining the street leading up to the house directly ahead. A couple of former grunts were out, standing in the middle of the road. They waved to him sheepishly as he passed by, and he gave them a curt nod in reply. There were no more people about as he approached the shady house, where he was sure most of them would be reposing for the day. He hesitated for a moment before he entered, looking up at the intimidating structure now defaced by various graffiti work.

Nanu opened the door, but before he stepped inside, he took notice of someone standing in front of the staircase. The man seemed unfamiliar to him. He knew every single kid who was staying in Po Town and he knew when someone new was around. This young man did not look the part of a permanent resident. All of the kids still wore their Skull tanks around the place. He wondered why the newcomer would be here, suspicious of intention. Nanu always wanted to assume the best of people, and the youngster was likely here to see a friend or perhaps take a trip down memory lane, but he still wondered. He’d have to investigate.

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Team Skull Grunt Lane

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@skullposse

He looked so interesting. Everything about the stranger - from his appearance to the way he walked - piqued Fennel’s interest, and she knew immediately she wanted to perform a study on him.

Fennel was in Alola to visit one of her oldest friends from college: Burnet. The two of them had planned to meet up to do a small experiment to see the differences between the dreams of pokemon originally from Alola versus the dreams of pokemon from Unova, and also to see how drastically the dreams could change if a pokemon in Unova was in Alola. The test subjects, of course, were Fennel’s own pokemon, but they were completely fine with the study.

However, this boy now caught her eye. Something about the way he presented himself to the world (from what she could gather he tried to somewhat look ‘tough’), made her want to know what was going on inside his head.

I’m so sorry to hear that you’re going through such a rough time.  Of course it’s affecting your muses and ability to write; I know that when I feel down, my muse drops to record lows, too.  So don’t worry, all right?  I’ll put your boys on a hiatus until March 6th.  I hope that this gives you enough time to rest up and take a little breather before you jump into the saddle again.  Just take care of yourself first, got that?  See you soon.

Yo yo yo–check it out, dawg.  Ya gotta get down if’n ya wanna be in this crew, ya dig?  Wait, what do you mean Skull’s been disbanded?!  But I just bought these sweet threads and killer kicks… Looks like this thug life’s busted, man.  But you go ahead with your street beats and sick verses, yo.  Fight the man.  Please have that grunt bust some rhymes by following everyone on the Masterlist!