in most cases, he could care LESS about gym leaders. they were something akin to CELEBRITIES in their own right, but jak had noticed they were a MUCH bigger deal in galar. sure, he'd met his fair share of BATTLE NUTS ( there are people who would say he was one himself, and they wouldn't be WRONG. ) but there was something about THAT GIRL -- minor league, sure, but from what he'd seen of her when browsing through the league members she'd stuck out. a POISON TYPE specialist ; that intrigued him more than ANYONE ELSE on the list. she was cute, but he got the feeling that there was MORE to it -- poison types weren't easy to train, after all ( he knew from experience. ) and with her being a MINOR league member she would hopefully be easier to approach than anyone in the MAJOR league -- plus, she was probably his BEST BET to solving his current ... problem.
-- which was why he had sent her an anonymous message to meet him by the WATCHTOWER RUINS in the wild area. he threw in some rare candies and a few POKÉBEANS he had left from the last time he'd been to alola with a " mysterious " message in the hopes of getting her to meet up with him. sure, it likely wouldn't work, but it didn't hurt to try -- and he felt like adding a little flair. in his head, it had higher chances of working than just MESSAGING her. still, looking back at the draft he'd typed out before actually composing the message he'd sent out of letters cut from magazines, he couldn't help but kick himself JUST a little. maybe he'd hammed it up TOO much.
❝ TO LADY KLARA S. FLAVESCENES,
SHE WHO HAS MASTERED THE BEAUTIFULLY DESTRUCTIVE POISON TYPE --
I would kindly request your appearance at the ruins of time within the land known to the Galarians as the "WILD AREA" when the clock strikes 9PM this Friday. I will have something further to offer you than the boons I have included within this message, in exchange for a moment of your time -- and perhaps future moments, if you would be willing to part with something so precious. I have no intention of wasting such a limited resource, after all. If you are interested, I shall wait until dawn for you. I understand you must be busy, after all.
... yeah, what the HELL was he THINKING ?? at any rate, it was too late for him to back out now. his back against the wall of the ruins, he RAPIDLY chewed on a pecha berry he’d tossed in his mouth, doing his best to look MYSTERIOUS and IMPOSING.
he wasn’t doing a very good job, admittedly.