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"Maaan, we washed ourselves square." Team Skull grunt groaned, as he and his three other buddies walked into a dark alleway with lowered heads.
"Thanks for coming back for us, Boss." Another one added, rubbing his swell right arm.
"For as much as you fail, you are still like me. That's all that counts." Guzma responded with unamused face as he walked in between of them from behind. "I ordered Scizzor and Golisopod to fake being beaten so I could quickly come back and break you out. Nothing hard if you just want to test a newbie."
"Erm, doesn't it go, like, nothing personal?" Another grunt asked akwardly from the other end of the group.
"Not this time." Guzma shaked his head before looking to the left into a diverging path, where a bit skinny figure with a metal bat lied against the wall with stereotypical hooligan suit consisting of black sweatpants, hoodie and heavly decorated bandana. "You aren't as tough as you look, bucko." He said, before the rest of hai group also turned and took low-hanging stances to his left and right.
"Hmph, good for me." Figure snorted, before turning his head to face them as his face came out of the shadows and revealed military-cut brown hair and wrap around-type sunglasses. "Cuz' my game is in speed." He added before throwing over to him a piece of paper with centralized text on it.
"Hnn... I can see." Guzma nodded, looking down at what was essentially overly packed 2x4 rap.
"Well, you got two eyes." Mysterious figure remarked.
"Not so sure about you though."
"Ooo! Geeet rekt!" Grunts cheered with overly expressive moves.
"That's- that's sweet and all." The person chuckled before moving the glasses onto the forehead, revealing a familiar face and eyes.
"Whoa! You're that guy with a weird Eevee!" One of the grunts shouted, taken aback by this reveal.
"Well, you aren't entierly wrong..." The guy waved his head with relaxed expression. "But that one is a manchild from BLU. I am the DRK Scout, Dark for callouts." He added, moving away from the wall and up to the group. "And guess what?"
"You wanna join, yo-"
"Shut." Guzma instructed, stopping his group from talking. "You have a deal for us?"
"In a way." Scout smirked as the one-eyes black cyclops in broked SWAT helmet came from behind him. "How about small cooperation? After all, we could become friends." He added as his companion took out a solid, metalic golf club with brown handle from his sheath and presented it.
"Nnn!" Guzma snarled, taken aback by the item.
"And that's a persuation." Scout threw in while shrugging his arms.
"But be warned lad, it slices heads like a finest of swords, lad." The delievery man added, making two slow spins before placing in into Guzma's hands. "Called Strange Nessie's Nine Iron. You barely know how many proud Aegislashes were tamed by it's swings, lad." He added, giving out a side eye to grunts on his right while those on the left stared at the weirdly fitting dark eyepatch. "So, what do you thinkin', eh?"
"Hmmm..." Guzma hummed deeply, turning the weapon around and noticing what looked like a counter mechanism on the side. "Face Melting?..." He said out loud the engraved title added above the six number slots of the machine before proceeding to see the numbers.
1066
"Wow..." Guzma nodded, then looking even lower at the additional, smaller number titled 'Killed Aegislashes'.
273
"Fine piece of weaponary, ain't it lad?" Demomanasked, leaning forward and placing his arm on Guzma's shoulder like overly social Uncle.
"And that's just the beginning." Scout added, flipping his bat up and down with artistic ease. "We will be more than happy to help you, and your pals, if you agree."
"Directions, boss?" One of Skull grunts asked, as the whole gathering centered around the white-haired gangsta of a man.
"... Guzma, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"
"Ha?!" Demoman gasped, before his arm was yanked into a firm handshake.
"Say, how about we head to our base and start?" Guzma asked, his eyes shining with newfound passion.
"Nyeheheh, don't mind if we do..."
"You always wait here?" Aiden asked as he, Lillie and Chocy stood in front of the school entreance gate, or rather frames of what could would be a gate somewhere else.
"Yes, Mum hired a chauffeur specifically to bring me in and out of the school." Lillie responded, looking down to the left at the Chocy, who stared back at her with a slight smile. "I won't be the only one to be used to Pokemon inside..."
"Haven't you already hug him?" Scout asked, slightly baffled by her words.
"It was spontanious." Lillie excused herself. "Doing it whenever I want will take some time."
"Oh well, that explains it." Scout smiled before noticing in a distance a fast-going, oldtimer limousing that normally would be seen with rich collectioners or do called 'Refine Taste Gentleman' as Spy would say. "Then I'll be going, have fun you two."
"Eevee." Small Pokemon yawned his goodbyes as Scout sprinted away from the scene on the opposite side of the road while the limousing stopped right in front of Lillie.
Sounds of lowering car window* "Good afternoon, Miss Lillie." A rather strongly-build man in grey suit and cavalry cap said, looking outside only to see Lillie open the passenger doors herself.
"Good Afternoon to you, Sir." She responded as her companion followed after her and curled up on the left seat while she sat on the right, placing the backpack and large hat between the two.
"Oh please, you can call me by the name." The man responded, closing the doors after her before returning to his driver seat. "Mister Hobbes will surely be surprised." He added with polite smile.
"Mhm, definitely." Lillie nodded as she looked back at Chocy, who returned the stare with happy eyes. "I will start trying to end my fear of Pokemon by spending time with him."
"Well, allow me to help then." Chauffeur responded as the car started moving forward, getting up the pack as it drove away from the school's entreance.
"What's up guys!" Scout called out as he walked into the room where Engineer and Dawn were relaxing at the dining table.
"All good, runner boy." Engineer shaked him off with a laugh.
"Come on now, we aren't even that old." Scout crossed his arms with annoyance. "You two also could join up the school of you wanted to move."
"As if you did." Dawn responded with a wink.
"Ooohhh!" Scout groaned, closing the doors behind himself as he proceeded to walk away towards the bedroom. "Not like you could catch a Butterfree, or an Arcanine."
"Have you even?" She asked, more annoyed than surprised.
"Yeah." Scout smirked as he grabbed his pokeball and released the strong Pokemon for them to see.
"Rawr." The newcomer greeted the two with a short bark.
"Tame for a so called Legendary Pokemon." Engineer shrugged his arms as Aron walked up to Arcanine and sat down on it's rear legs.
"It's just his nickname." Dawn corrected him as the two pokemon touched noses. "I mean, you catch him today, right?" She asked, turning the head back towards Aiden.
"Hmph, sure." He replied. "Apparently local diety wasn't considering me as worthy of his time."
"Oh, so you crossed the line with a God?" Engineer asked.
"Why am I even surprised?" Dawn groaned on the side as her Scizzor gave a supportive pat on the shoulder.
"Meh, he engaged with the little guy for some reason and I threw a baseball at him."
"What?" Engineer asked with lowered voice, as the whole gathering starred at him with terrified faces.
"Not like he faced me, he ran away with little guy's hat so, we chased after him to an arena where I got a separate fight with Arcanine that I won thanks to Butterfree."
"And you took him as a spoil of war?" Engie asked him while Dawn began to feel the cultural difference the two brought in.
"Dude, we are from Badlands!" Scout exclaimed, spreading his arms as if he was a messiah. "He's lucky I didn't feel like taking guns at him."
"Heheh. That's on you, Aiden." Engineer waved his hand with a light chuckle. "Your brain is slower than Metapod."
"We'll see about that, Ove-r!" Scout responded as he retrived Arcanine into the pokeball and walked out of the room and into the bedroom.
"... Is he often like that?" Dawn asked, turning to visibly stressed Engineer.
"In a way..." Engie responded, grabbing a large glass of water. "Aiden is very heated up, even for his age. Our stay here is our first ever mission for the team and he really wants to be the very best."
"The very best... Reminds me of someone." Dawn nodded.
"But in his own view, not in general or specific view." Engie sighed, taking a few large sips afterwards. "I guess Badlands shape people in wrong ways."
Ding Dong*
"Come in!" Engie added as the doors opened and revealed Kiawe holding a medium-sized box with both hands.
"Six pokeballs for a girl named Dawn." Post guy responded, looking into the room and noticing the girl behind him. "That's you?"
"Yes, that's me." She responded, instantly standing up and walking up to him in jumps. "Thank you."
"No need to." Kiawe responded, handing her the box. "Now then... I'll be going. There is still some delieveries to make"
"Sure! See you next time, pardner." Engineer said, rising his glass in a sign of toast before the prior closed the doors behind himself. "Excited to see your team back?"
"Of course I am!" Dawn exclaimed, opening the box on the floor and seeing six pokeballs. "Now I need to figure out which one is Mamoswine..."
"Check it outside then. That solves the problem."
"Huh?" Dawn turned her head around, starring back at Engie. "What do you mean by 'problem'?"
"Hey, look buddy, I am Engineer." Engie responded, suddenly with a large banjo in hand. "I solve practical problems, such as lack of space."
"Oh, riiight..." Dawn nodded with a slight feeling of nausea. "I didn't think throu how we will love with them around."
"Meh, we will manage." Engineer shrugged his arms as Dawn picked the pokeballs from the box. "Also, remember to introduce Scizzor to them."
"Sure thing!" Dawn smiled as she ended attaching the balls to her skirt's belt. "I'll be back in a moment."
"Hmph, go." Engie smiled, making a short tune on a banjo as she left the room. "At least the place is calm for now..."
