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@team-skull-admin-cataleya Liked For A Starter!
...What was that sound?
It sounded like some kind of pokemon growling, or maybe an Meowth purring? What ever that was, it was coming from somewhere by the Shady House’s pool. And if some grunt, or admin, was to go check to see what the source of the sound was, they would find a slumbering by the side of the empty pool, just snoring (or purring??) away, not aware how how loud his sleeping was.
@team-skull-admin-cataleya "Play rough on the job, or in bed?~" K hummed, waggling his eyebrows at the admin. "Because I'm fine with either if it's coming from you~"
👗 [team-skull-admin-cataleya]
@team-skull-admin-cataleya
“WH’ TH’ FUCK!!” Guzma exclaimed, covering himself with his arms.
“GET TH’ FUCK OUT! KNOCK FIRST NEXT TIME, Y’ DINGBAT!!!”
Beat Up, Golisopod, Tapu Cocoa, NO! [team-skull-admin-cataleya]
Guzma nodded and smirked. “‘Ey there, girlie~” He chuckled, leaning back in his throne.
I really have been drawing I swear.
@aether-foundation-shunran @team-skull-admin-cataleya and some older V if she had ever made it into the Indigo League.
@team-skull-admin-cataleya Dinoma Is giving gifts!
The ground around Cat shook like an earthquake as her Dino boss started to aproach her. He needed to work on his walking… More like to make his treads lighter so it wouldn’t feel like the island was about to tear apart to anyone who was near him while he was out on a walk.
But the shaking stopped once Dinoma got right behind Cat, towering over her with what seemed to be a Cranidos in his arms, just sleeping away. Was it for her? It must be...
@team-skull-admin-cataleya liked for a Angsty starter!)) Pain all over his tail, back, arms... Well every where on his body. That asshole of a poacher, Mark was the name?, Well, Snake boss ran into him while the bastard was trying to win himself some wild pokemon... And that does not fly for the Jungle king. But as all those battles go... They all end in blood shed, from both sides, only that Mark always got away... Even this time he got away, AGAIN. So the boss came slowly slithering into Poe town, his tail raged and torn, his arms full of cuts, and his jacket was nearly torn to bits... This must be bad...
@team-skull-admin-cataleya
The past two or three years had been fuckin’ kind to Guzma. For a guy who’d been a bum since he was 20, he was pretty well off. Not in materials or like, actual money, but the potential for those things. G had hookups. In the five-ish years he’d been driftin’ around Alola he’d connected with all kinds of people. He almost felt as if he had a day job, the amount of calls n shit he took “taking care” of people.
But today G had come to a realization. He was just a middle-man. A really fucking good one, but still. He kinda sorta felt like this shit was gettin’ old, that maybe he could do something a little more interesting.
He knew almost every dirtbag or runaway in Alola. It was a little different than bein’ a trainer, lot of ‘em didn’t have or know how to build proper teams. Shit, Guzma left home with a Wimpod- who was now a motherfuckin’ BEAST of a Golisopod thank you- but ya still had to deal with trainers. Wouldn’t it be nice to get everyone all rounded up at some kinda headquarters?
But who the fuck would help him with that? One person immediately came to mind, but he hadn’t talked to her in years. He knew Cat from school, she was fuckin’ brilliant. He didn’t know why she stuck around him the first place, but he didn’t have a lotta childhood memories without her. After he started island hopping he sorta saw less of her. Ran into her a couple times yeah, but G always figured she was smart enough to have actually made somethin’ of herself. Probably didn’t wanna associate with a goon like him.
But...couldn’t hurt to ask, right? He pulled out his admittedly dated flip phone and found her contact info. He’d had the phone for a long-ass time, but he couldn’t be sure Cataleya’s number was up to date. A normal person might change their number once in a half decade. Might as well give it a shot.
...
It was ringing, at least. Someone picked up.
“Is this Cat? Its G. Er, Guzma. From school?”
