#dotmawile

[thevaloroushearts-rp]

Dot walks into the office for a moment to find Ramiro, some months after she started as a fighter. "Heyo 'Miro. I gotta get taken off'a the fighters list for a while. I'm carryin' an egg now, an' I don't want nothin' happenin' to it. That okay with you?"

The Ludicolo was rambling into his smartphone to the assets provider of ABL, pointing at the phone and making a typical ruckus while overlapping his stubby legs on top of the desk.

“ – ‘n’ make sure dem postas are twenty-fo’ by thirty-six, nothin’ mo’ ‘n’ nothin’ less! Gotta keep ‘em nice ‘n’ consistent if dey gon’ alignin’ nice-like on our walls ya get me? We gotta show ‘em we mean business, as well as lookin’ pretty! So pretty MILOTICS would blush at dis! Is jus’ ‘da we we do t’ings–”

And that’s when he was cut off by the sound of his door squeaking open. Quirking a brow in inquisition, he perked up at the sight of Dot entering his office. Quickly, he muffled into the phone.

“Oy, get back ‘ta me latah. One o’ ‘my fightas is poppin’ in fo’ a sec. ‘n’ DON’T leave me hangin’ this time!”

Ending the call with a tap of a button, Ramiro’s attitude shifted to his friendlier disposition for his Steel/Fairy fighter. “Eyy Dot, how ya doin’ girl? ‘Ow can I help ya?”

Upon being informed of her situation, Ramiro quirked a brow, even HIGHER this time.

“Oh.”

That… was certainly news to him. Very important news.

“… Well shoot.” Slamming his hands onto the table, the Ludicolo gave an understanding nod before giving her a reassuring thumbs up.

“A’right, a’right I feel ya Dot! Don’tcha worry ‘bout a thing, huh?” Ramiro swiftly turned to his computer, booted up the ABL Online Portal and began to get to work. He turned over and flashed a cartoonish toothy smirk at the Mawile.

“I’ll have ya fightin’ record put on freeze fer a while! Just tell me how long ya t’ink you’ll be takin’ a break for, ‘n’ I’ll get it straightened out for youse lickety-split! … ‘N’ hey, good luck with ‘da new kiddo, huh?” The Ludicolo wished with a wink and click of his tongue.

[thevaloroushearts-rp]

Dot has made her way into the league, alongside Mira. The two of them have been directed to the manager's office and make their way so they can register. "Hey! Y'all're the one in charge here, right? Me an' my gal here are lookin' to have some good fights here. Where do we sign up?"

Upon having them enter the manager’s office, there was a particularly rowdy boss waiting for them. It was the Brooklyn tropical kappa with a fiery heart and love of show-business, Ramiro the Ludicolo, who had a big smile waiting for the two of ‘em. He lowered his feet off his desk and stood up as he greeted the ladies.

“WE-HE-HELL,” the pineapple-looking Pokemon started off, “LOOK WE WE GOT ‘ERE! ‘Ey d’ere, li’l miss! So youse ‘da one dat’s lookin’ to sock some suckas in da kissa? Both o’ youse?” Ramiro clasped his hands together as a glint shined through his shades, already liking the energy he could feel from the Mawile.

“Well you’re in luck, ‘da both of ya! Ya came to da right place at the right time, ya sure did! ‘Dis is where ‘da bigshots get ‘dere start, ‘n’ boy howdy lemme tell ya, s’nice to see fightahs with a burnin’ spirit like you ladies! Da name’s Ramiro, Ramiro Bravo, assistant managah, ‘n’ I welcome ya to da ABL! BUT FIRST, b’fore we get to da fun action stuff, we gotta get ‘da papahwork ‘n’ interview outta da way. Ya know, all dat formal baloney.”

Ramiro made his way over to a cabinet, collected a few sheets and assembled them, stapled them, then offered two of the same assortment to Dot and Mira. His desk had two seats placed in front of him, so they had a place to sit while they filled it out. The application had several blank slots for filling in personal info such as name, age, date of birth, hometown, years of fighting experience, whether they plan to be a part time fighter or a fulltime fighter, et cetera. What followed was a series of questionnaires, most of them being questions of integrity and morality, as well as posing questions in regards to any noteworthy health conditions in mind. Meanwhile, the Ludicolo plopped himself back into the seat where he was before, his hands clasped together with a big smile.

“So while ya girls fill dat out, I gotta coupla questions fo’ ya. ‘Ow’d ya hear ‘bout dis place? Ya got buddies o’ family workin’ here as recommendations? ‘N’ What makes ya wanna join ‘da league, if it’s fo’ mo’ ‘dan just rakin’ in dough ‘n’ bustin’ chops?”