Remmy was fighting off plants persistently clinging to his skin. His bare legs and arms were steadily getting scratched up from their thorns as he ineffectively struggled against them. (And he was never going to wear a tank top in the forest again because there were bugs and thorny plants and bushes and trees and that just meant more wounds to add to his plethora of healing ones.)
Trish and Wally were off to the side-Trish watching the whole ordeal amusedly-because they had been smart enough to not walk into a mess of thorny plants.
Remmy had not been so lucky.

"You need some help there?" Trish grinned at Remmy from where he stood safely out of reach.
"No."
That was a lie. Very very much a lie.
"Look, I can get myself out on my own so jus' sit down somewhere or somethin'."
"Okay. Suit yourself." Trish raised his hands up, smirking as he plopped down on a nearby stump.
Remmy resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at the smug looking shroomish (because really, that would be childish and he was certainly more mature then that.)
It took him several minutes before he managed to escape the grasp of the thorned plants with a bounty of bleeding scratches as a reward. Wally raced over to his side almost immediately, a box of bandages in his hand. Trish on the other hand, didn't look concerned at all. He and Remmy both knew they'd been through worse then this; been far more injured then what was gained from fighting a plant.
But Wally was just a kid, focused on the injuries at hand, intent on fixing up a grown man with band aids.

"Ya'know I don't need any o' that kid," Remmy grumbled as Wally plastered on the thirteenth bandage. He didn't make any attempts to escape the bandage's grasps though.
He was more preoccupied by how Wally's hand looked ghostly compared to his darker skin, and he knew that it was because Wally was sick because Trish and everybody else he knew wasn't so pale compared to him.
Remmy turned his head away, looked at Trish with a glare, motioning for him to come over.
"What do you want?"
"Jus get your butt over here." Remmy scowled at Trish, staring at the man until he relented, getting off the stump.
"Hold on." Trish's voice was at a whisper.
Turning silently, he looked in one direction, then the other, pirouetting on his toes.
"I thought-" Trish trailed off, staring straight into the woods. (And anything could be in the woods, Remmy thought. His mind turned to morbid thoughts and he quited it.)
And then Remmy saw it too. A blur in the woods moving fast and they are off, him and Trish.
Wally left behind for the moment, but they didn't seem to care. It was a person, Remmy realized as they grew closer, slowing down as they did. They were cloaked in red, black horns poking out from the top of their hoodie as dark as their hair. They stood there for several minutes, hands in their pockets, feet kicking at the ground beneath them.
"What's with 'im?" Remmy whispered, glancing at Trish.
Trish shrugged, turning his attention back to the hooded figure as the sound of someone moving in the forest reached their ears.

Moments later a man in a dirtied lab coat stumbled into the little clearing, a bag slung over his shoulder.
The hooded person stepped forward, a smile forming on their face.
"Well now, look at that. It's a poor lost little Devon employee."
They paused, as if amused by their comment before grabbing the man by his arm and pulling him close.
"I'll be needing your bag now, so why don't you just hand it over all easy peasy. No need for us to fight, eh?"
Remmy readied himself to leap up and help the terrified man and was pulled back harshly to the ground, an unfamiliar face coming into view.
"Wh-" His yell was cut off sharply by a gloved hand, keeping him silent for several minutes. He couldn't see Trish anywhere-and gods did he hope something hadn't happened. He focused his attention away from the sounds coming past the bushes, and onto the face in front of him. Long purpley hair tied back and eyes like he'd never seen before accompanied by heavy bags. (And those eyes were hypnotizing purple framed by blue, and pale yellow pupils and dear gods it was intriguing.)
The man slowly released his hand, ready to clamp it back over Remmy's mouth if he tried to shout again.
"What're you doing here?"
"I, uh-" Remmy paused for a moment, to gesture awkwardly with his hands.
"I'm a ninja."
"A ninja?" The man crossed his arms, and raised an eyebrow at him.
"Well, technically I'm not a ninja yet. Remmy Gonzalo, undercover reporter." He raised up a hand for the man to shake.
"Chris." The man took his hand, pulling him up into a sitting position in the process.
"So Mr. Ninja-reporter, whatever are you doing all the way out here?"
"I-"

A muffled yell sounded from across the bushes, a feminine 'gotcha' following shortly after. The two paused, staring intently at the bushes, before Chris stood up, peeking into the clearing. He let out a little chuckle, waved at somebody Remmy couldn't see from his position, then pushed his way through the foliage, his purple shawl snagging on the way.
Remmy followed him shortly, walking into a now rather full clearing. The red hooded person was out cold, pushed out of the way nearby a tree, the Devon employee shaking the hand of a stranger so hard it looked as if he would tear her arm off. The tall woman was smiling at the man and conversing with Chris at the same time, her long silky black hair surprisingly unmessy for someone who had apparently been fighting moments earlier. Her black and yellow striped sweater was less clean, with dirt and a bit of plant clinging to the back and elbows. Trish was sitting against a stump, a large bruise forming on his face though he didn't look upset about it. Nobody really noticed Remmy-too preoccupied with other things he supposed-so he strolled into the clearing, making his way towards Trish.

"I assume you two know each other?"
Remmy startled at the sudden, lightly accented voice, turning around to face the woman.
"Name's Hiroko. Me and Chris here work as a team for the same place as your friend-and I'm assuming you do as well, correct?"
"Yeah. Yeah, he does." Trish was the one who spoke first, wincing a little because of his bruise.
"By the way, do you think you could help us get out of here?" He paused, lowered his voice and looked away from Hiroko's face.
"We're kind of lost."
She laughed, wiped her eye with a wide grin on her face and patted Trish on the head.
"Of course, my little mushroom."
"Don't call me that." Trish scowled, crossing his arms and moving his head away from her hand.
"I'm just teasing you. Can't expect me to just pass up a good opportunity to do so." Hiroko seated herself on the stump staring down at Trish and Remmy.
"And this is why we broke up." Trish groaned, running his hands over his face.
"I thought it was because you were too rigid."
"Well whatever. It doesn't matter."
Remmy stared at the two confused, before opening his mouth.
"You two dated?"
"Oh yeah. It didn't work out though. You know, not the best job for keeping romance. I think we weren't romantically compatible either." Hiroko grinned amusedly, leaning forward on the stump.
"But Trish never dates." Remmy whispered dumbfoundedly.
"Things happen. It's old stuff anyways." Trish put a hand on Remmy's shoulder.
"It's kind of like gambling."
"Really?" Hiroko muttered unamused.
"You could have come up with something better then that you know."
"Oh shut up." Trish whined, raising his head back to stare up at the beedrill. She in turn, stuck her tongue out at him.
"Wally." Remmy bolted upright, suddenly remembering that they had ran off leaving a sickly probably terrified child behind. The little group quickly followed him, hooded person left forgotten beside a tree.