Professor Baobab

Now, the thing was as he was startled out of bed due to the roaring, was that it was indeed possible to rile up King Clod. Remarkably hard to do because that overgrown mudfish was so easy going, but it was in fact possible. Heck, generally speaking the most the oversized fella did was give a bellow when emerging from the water (he was capable of short bursts of decent movement and was faster than you would assume in the water) to scare off whatever was causing a ruckus. And then it was back down to continue being a muddy lump at the bottom of the pond.

Which was not to say that he never left. The easily bribed big boy was a big help when it came to rainy season and there were no shortage of children who gave the big lug candy in exchange for rides around the waterways. And yet, the thing was that he rarely actually got into a protracted battle. Even that Crawdaunt gang from a while back did not exactly put up a ton of a fight as King Clod chased them out and actually kicked and slapped the shells damn near off them.

And then there was that time the dumbasses decided that they needed to toughen up their teams, so why not go on a tearing rampage through the swamp. Frankly, the only reason there were no deaths on that one was because of a couple of pecha berries that had been rammed up their asses. Before or after they got swept out of the swamp in a literal river of toxic mud was something neither he nor any of the rangers or cops were looking into that hard. After all, there had been no deaths, and all of the hair grew back and the scarring should have faded after a few months.

Between the fact that the big boy was an extremely valuable research topic (which came first, the varied moveset not normally seen in Clodsire or the gigantism was something he was puzzling over) and a helpful neighbor, it only made sense to see what was wrong. And if things were going badly, he could always give some of the other professors a call, maybe call in some backup from some trainers he was on good terms with. And while it could be poachers, there had been something in the news about a surge in criminal organizations of late.

Which is perhaps why he was not too surprised when he was looking at what seemed to be a bunch of pirates with blue accessories trying to battle a bunch of people in red outfits while trying to avoid being swept away by the fact that King Clod was not interested and wanted them gone. Granted, that may just be the fact that whatever they were doing, it was enough to make the giant clodsire go for the kill. Granted, he was making a few assumptions, but considering how the spines in his back were showing and doing a damn good job of pretending to be tesla coils...

Well, between that and the fact that the mud was shifting and pockets of swamp gas were being dredged to the surface before erupting in choking fumes, it was perhaps not the best time to confirm that yes, King Clod was very much some sort of mutant psionic mudfish. No, he was going to do what was necessary. "You idiots, run! Get out of the swamp, he is not..."

And the big boy reared back, heat shimmering before he slammed down and a wave of superheated mud rushed forward... doing its best to avoid hitting the pokemon too loyal to stick around and instead going for the humans. "He is not holding back! You have to run and get to safety!"

Because it looked like all the pokemon that normally stayed around here had fled, which honestly just made them the smart ones.

Sheldon

Now, all said and done, he should have stayed in Hoenn with the rest of the gang. But, he had heard tell of a rare fish in these parts that could walk on the land, and so had took a few of the crew (with permission from the boss of course) and a trusty ship to locate the pokemon and see if said fish would welcome a return to the briny deep and the rising tide of freedom. Which of course, is when they ran into some of the magma fools, who had also been seeking the mighty beast.

Now, they did have a little row about the merits of their cause ("Its a fish!" "A fish that prefers to live in the mud OUT of Water!") and things got a little heated. Which of course is when the mighty creature rose from the depths of the pond, blinking and seeming to be more confused than anything else. Now, he will admit, perhaps his offer could have been done a touch more gracefully, even as its eyes widened and it started to roar, as the clouds gathered and the mud around their boots started to shift and suck.

And then it started attacking. The worst thing of course, was that nothing they did, nothing any of their pokemon did, seemed to have much of an effect on it, as the swamp turned against them.

King Clod

In the privacy of my terrified mind, I would admit, as they were finally fleeing, to having overreacted a bit. On the other hand... both team Aqua and team Magma came into MY swamp and were trying to press gang me into their little pissing match? Yeah, fuck that! They were trying to cause massive ecological collapses and disasters by waking some of the big guns up, and I did not want to be dragged into that shit. No, as I thrashed around and tried to bury them in the mud (even as some of their pokemon worked to blunt my efforts), to choke and crush them while avoiding the damn pokeballs...

I might feel bad about it later, but for that I would just seek out something cute and fluffy and place them on my head before shoving my bones back inside of my body and pretending I did not have any for a while!

Gardevoir

She reached down and patted the sulking guardian on his head, some of her children playing on his body. She was not entirely sure WHY the two groups of humans had made him react with fear and rage, but he was all but pouting and sulking now due to his loss of control. He was usually very calm and friendly, a gentle giant that lurked in the waters and kept the area safe, and yet as she looked him over, well, it seemed that he had recognized the humans somehow.

Perhaps, given how he was not a native to the region, they represented dangers from where he called home. Something to consider, as her youngest placed a wreathe of flowers on the guardians head, a faint warble of thanks coming from him. Really, for all that he was a terror when roused, he could be such a child when it came to his emotions.