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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[mr_neutral]

[This young man here? He's calm and he's looking at you and the terror beyond this rock. ]

[battlestandby]

[Oh crap did Skarmory just fi- no, way too fleshy, genius. Oh, goodie. It's someone VAGUELY FAMILIAR watching him fail spectacularly, too. And your presence got him completely by surprise, though Paul's quick to pretend he didn't jump himself right back into the rock he was hiding behind and aggravating those injuries even further.

Goddamn you.]

You... w-were you just standing here all this time?!

[mr_neutral]

'ts not my problem. [Yup.]

[battlestandby]

... Right. It's not your problem.

I've got this covered.

[R-right? ... Yeah, riiiiiight.]

[rivalheroics]

[Well you're in luck today, Paul, because there's suddenly a Flamethrower attack now coming towards the Skarmory from Jun's Dragonite that has arrived onto the scene, in an attempt to try to distract the deathbird from inflicting any further damage on you and your Pokemon. The key word here, of course, is "try"...

Jun in the meantime will be going over to your hiding spot, Paul, since you pretty much look like hell from this little dilemma of yours we walked in on.]

Uh, hey, are you alright?

[battlestandby]

[Owww. Skarmory isn't gonna like that Flamethrower. Nope, not one little bit.

Well, you got Skarmory's attention, Dragonite. Have fun as it flies into a rage and rams itself into you.

And Paul looks utterly spooked at the sight of another person around at first, but oh... it's just Jun. Could be worse.]

Of course I'm fine! You don't see me screaming and begging for help, do you?!

[rivalheroics]

Well no but-- [He's slightly distracted by the current battle, keeping an eye on his Pokemon as Dragonite attempts to shoot another stream of flames at the metal bird when it rams itself into the dragon.] Would you rather have me stand here and just watch you getting attacked by an angry Skarmory?

[battlestandby]

Angry isn't even remotely the right word to describe that menace.

[quietfortitude]

[and guess who is crouched behind the rock with you Paul.

Poking in the side and holding his hands out in a gesture, as if to say 'what's going on?']

[battlestandby]

[oh what the--

Oh. One of you. Cue Paul's aggravated sigh as he doesn't bother asking which Ash you are, buddy.]

Go bother someone else today, alright? I've got my hands full here and you're the last thing I need to deal with right now.

[quietfortitude]

[yeeeeeeeaaaaaah hey paul since when has that ever made an Ash go away. Nope. Staying put. Flicking on his (now fixed!) communicator]

Looks like you could use a hand though.

[battlestandby]

[Oh hey we didn't know an Ash who could do that. Then again it's been a long time since these two met.]

I don't... ever need "a hand". You can't grow up getting used to people helping you at every turn-... I feel like I should know you.

[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?!

[typeless]

[... Who the hell would give you that Skarmory?

Leaf's Sandslash is standing in the knife bird's way. Leaf's a couple feet away.

She's not getting hurt if she doesn't have to.]

[battlestandby]

[Thank Silver for that ingenious decision.

Right now Paul's just gaping as his not!aunt is doing something other than mocking him... directly.]

Are you crazy, woman?! Get your Sandslash away from that thing! -Hell, you need to get away, too!

[ooooooh, a challenge. Cue the STAREDOWN.]

[typeless]

I'm not crazy.

[Leaf is a perfectly fine distance away. For her.]

Why did you let him out?

[battlestandby]

Because I received him in a trade! What, did you expect me to just leave him in the ball?