Somebody got screwed over in a trade deal.

[battlestandby]

[Thank you so much, tsuuuun, for giving Paul that Skarmory of DEATH. He hadn't gotten around to interacting with it before his sudden canon update disappearance, so once Paul got himself settled in on the island once more and is back to training his Pokemon...

All hell broke loose the second he let that Skarmory out.

There are KOed Pokemon of Paul's

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[someheartof]

[What are you talking about, Rabbit? That Skarmory is the bestest trade deal in world! Just kidding, no take backs.

Be glad, you're saved! Only now prepare for the headache that was it's original owner and the root cause of this terrible, brutal behavior.]

Hey, boy--! Haven't seen you in a while, come 'ere! [Gold will just hop off this Torterra he's training and give the bird a bird hug (in the non-knife section)-- and be sure, the bird loves nobody more than it's previous owner!]

[battlestandby]

[oh shit we're not noticing the friendly and casual way you're treating this death machine because that death machine is COMING RIGHT OVER FOR YOU AND OH GOD NO...

... wait. Hugging?]

Gold...! It's going to kill you! Get away from it!

[someheartof]

[face snuggling death bird! Wait, who the hell is yelling at him--?

Gold and Skarmory will look up, the bird giving out a SCREE of death toward it's new trainer while Gold just gives it a bonk on the beak as punishment]

Hey, you, be fuckin' nice-- you hear me? [S...Scree...]

[battlestandby]

Th-that... what...

Why is it so nice to you?!

[someheartof]

[you'll just get a blink blink, Paul, Gold is unawares there was any transaction after giving this bad boy to Silver]

Why wouldn't he be? [the bird will rub it's cold, metal cheek to Gold's face, still glaring at Paul all the while]

He's mine, after all!

... Or, well, he was. Where's Silver, anyways?

[battlestandby]

That thing used to be your-...?!

[Well, suddenly things make a lot more sense now.]

Silver... gave it to me.

[someheartof]

[Oh. Oh fuck no. Gold just gapes.

And he doesn't think to say anything until Torterra give a mighty TOOOR at the sight of wounded Paul and waddles on over to check him out. How you doin' buddy?]

... I traded with him. [that's all Gold can come up with before]

So much Icon fail today

[someheartof]

.... That son-of-a-bitch!

[battlestandby]

[NOW acknowledging Torterra's presence at last, Paul does find it eerily familiar that it's coming to his aid almost instinctually. Does he know this one? How? What?]

... Did this Torterra belong to me or something?

[someheartof]

I wanted to swap out my Meganium! He gave me that for her-- [it seems decently fond of you, Paul, or at least concerned over your injuries, you need a ride to the clinic, bro? He's good at giving rides to the clinic. Gold needs them all the time!]

-- and I gave him Skarmory because it needs a break! [it doesn't want a break >:|]

[battlestandby]

[Just for the familiarity of it all, Paul's leaning against Torterra for support.]

... He gave me Skarmory to test me... whether or not I've truly put the past behind me. And I... gave him a Turtwig for Christmas...

[someheartof]

How the hell is my Pokemon suppose to test you moving on? [Gold doesn't like this. Torterra doesn't seem to mind, though, lean on me, man, I can take it.]

[battlestandby]

I... have no idea. Didn't expect to be attacked like this... nobody on my team could stop 'im...

[yessss leaning on you is niiiice, Torterra. Even if you aren't HIS Torterra, it's still a relief to have that extra support when he's this injured.]

[someheartof]

Tch... he's trained to be this brutal, it keeps my ass alive on the battlefield. Silver didn't tell you it was mine?

[battlestandby]

No... he didn't...

... dammit, Silver...

[someheartof]

I can't believe he'd attack anyone here like this-- [a glare at Skarmory, which just huffs like it's not it's fault!] -- what happened, anyways?