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[golisolation]

"Yo, it's the hated boss that beats you down, and beats you down, and never lets up... Yeah, big bad Guzma is here—well, I ain't, actually. Leave a message and ya boy will get back at ya. Later days, dude."

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[h2no]

sort of
coincidence that you used the porter
i've been ported out like that just like
scratching my ass at home

[golisolation]

guess that was 1 hell of a butt scratch

is there anythin i should look out 4? or is it just a random pain in the ass

[h2no]

you're already a pain in the ass

did you not go home?

[golisolation]

i c uve been payin attention
u do care

no i didnt even kno i was gone yo

[h2no]

give it another week and i'll be proposing

[LITTLE DOES HE KNOW]

damn
you might have a new power
i got one last time i went out

1/2

[golisolation]

damn u that taken w/ me huh

[LITTLE DO EITHER OF THEM KNOW...]

new pwr hm
idk seems like i got the same 1s

2/2

[golisolation]

[There's a delay in responses from Guzma, until suddenly Archie gets a picture of Scizor.]

im just gonna assume the porters after my heart yo
u might got a rival
that proposal btr b baller af cuz aint much can compare to givin me my scizor yo

[h2no]

my little heart is aflutter
scizor huh
can i meet him too?

[golisolation]

sure
i was gonna go get wasted but this kinda wins out imo

[Bugs b4 booze]

[h2no]

damn right shithead
name a place

[golisolation]

shit idk im in heropa
less familiar w/ this place
actly golisopod wanted 2 swim and i wanted booze so thats y i even ported here 2 begin w/
but this can still work meet me @ the beach
bring the booze ill bring the bugs

[h2no]

oh i see how it is
making me pay?
i'm bringing the warm dusty shit at the back of my closet for you, shithead

[golisolation]

ur the 1 wantin 2 see my shit
it aint 4 free
theres an admission 4 the bug show yo
least its cheap
id fuckin drink rubbing alcohol if thats all there was

[Probably something he shouldn't tell Archie.]

[h2no]

[HE HAS A POINT WHICH IS VERY ANNOYING but also: he notes that alcoholism.]

so what, i'm being manipulated into getting you an expensive one now? you are a crafty motherfucker, guzma

i'll be there in 30

[golisolation]

crafty and scrappys just how i am bro ;)

cya soon

[And like the semi-soft shithead he be, he'll be at the beach, around the same area they were at when Archie healed up his team once he was released.

This time it's just him and Scizor, though. The others are still in their balls, but knowing Archie that likely won't remain the case.]

[h2no]

[he snorts at that, laughing. he doesn't actually pick up better alcohol-- though the stuff he had at home isn't exactly as vile as he said it was. he brings a bottle of mid-range wine (to be classy) and some less classy neon blue monstrosity of a drunk. no glasses? obviously they're just gonna drink out the bottle.

his crobat is the one with him when he meets guzma, though he has all his other pokéballs with him. it flits down, landing near guzma and scizor as archie trots down the stone steps. chitters a hello, says scizor's carapace is very shiny and very red. crobat commends him for having such good self-care, as the last scizor he battled looked a mess.]

[golisolation]

[Like Guzma said, he don't care what it is, so long as it'll fuck him up. Wine is chill, and blue nasty putrid swill is fine too. He doesn't care, and he don't need a glass. He's a classless thug, after all. They drink from the bottle like MEN!

When Guzma notices Crobat, he gives it his usual nod of acknowledgement, before giving Archie a similar greeting. His eyes go to the bottles though, and an eyebrow lifts. Scizor meanwhile looks to Crobat with reserved suspicion, but then politely thanks him for the compliment. Commenting that the way he soared through the air was with impressive grace and agility, particularly for a Crobat of his size. That might be a backhanded compliment.]

Yo—what's that blue shit?

[Guzma focusing on the shit that matters.]

[h2no]

[crobat just snorts a laugh. he sees you, scizor. crobat just retorts happily that at he's surprised scizor has such knowledge of aerial stuff, given that scizors aren't actually known for having strong wings for it!

archie, when he arrives, isn't as bitchy:] Blue Sapphireeeeee! It's grain, bro! [he tosses the bottle over, cracking the wine for himself.] Nice Scizor, eh? How long've you been together?

[golisolation]

[Scizor looks coy as he simply remarks that for one whom relies upon his wings as much as Crobat does, he should know there's more to wings than merely their function for flight.

Guzma smirks at that, catching the bottle and looking it over before opening it. To Archie's comment and question, he glances to Scizor.]

Damn right he is! Top percentile of Scizor, ain't met one that can compare, probably never will. [To that, Scizor looks to Guzma, standing proud and tall. Clearly proud of himself, and loving the praise.]

—Long time, though. He and the rest of my team have been with me for, shit... over a decade? Golisopod's been with me the longest, he was my first partner.

[He takes a swig of the blue bottled swill, making a little bit of a face as he adjusts to the taste of it, before gesturing at Archie.]

What about you and your team, huh?

[h2no]

[he nods with a grunt.]

Aye! Even the stupidest trainer's gotta know a Scizor is a hell of a thing to be in synch with! To earn the respect of and train so well! [crobat just huffs. scizor's right and it shrugs the comment off. tells him if he wants a ride up in the sky sometime, crobat's strong enough to carry him. means it, too.] Hmmm... Sharpedo was the first-- got him as a Carvanha when I was a kid, he was caught up in some netting and left behind by his pod. They didn't come back for him, so we just stayed together.

[he cocks his head, looks over at crobat.]

Crobat and Muk I got as a Zubat and Grimer when I was about fifteen. [those are SUSPICIOUSLY TEAM ROCKET themed pokémon and he doesn't say where he got them...] Then Mightyena is the most recent member! Caught 'im as a Poochyena when I was travellin' in Hoenn proper. Not long after I started Team Aqua.

[golisolation]

Damn right, yo.

[It's all he says before he starts nursing that bottle as Archie talks, and maybe if Guzma was more familiar with Team Rocket, he'd have picked up on the suspicious theme, but his own grunts had their own Grimer and Zubat—of course they also had Salandit. But look, poison types were just part of the evil team starter pack, ok?

Anyway, back to the more important conversation, the one that has Scizor eyeing up Crobat, as if sizing him up on whether or not he's actually up to the task of carrying his heavy metal ass into the air. Him and the bat are the same height, and he knows well that Crobat aren't weak by any means... but Scizor don't trust like that. Silently he turns to look back at their trainers, before offering perhaps someday.]

Fifteen, huh? And you're what now—fifty? Damn, that Sharpedo must be ancient, does the dude got dentures?

[Guzma shoots him a smug smile at that, eyebrow quirked as he takes another fat drink of booze.]

[h2no]

[he's not even saying it to float guzma's boat. archie may not be a competetive trainer on blue's level, but he still fought in the battle resort with may. still loves the rush it brings, the challenge of fighting against another trainer that won't go down easily like most of the ones who tried to stop team aqua did. he misses may the way he misses family, but he'd by lying if he said a big chunk of it wasn't the thrill of battling alongside such a prodigy or against her. he looks over to scizor and crobat as they chat, giving him an impressed look.

crobat grunts, once again, a little weird like his trainer. he doesn't want the conversation to die, so he offers if scizor wants anything to eat? he can go grab like a fish or six gulls in a couple seconds. maybe they can go hunt together!]

Thirty four, asshole. I was thirty two when I ported in. [almost thirty five, though. he grunts.] Sharpedo ain't that old, and they got a long-ass lifespan anyway. Fucker'll probably outlive me.

[and... technically has, a couple times! neither of them think about it. also, pokémon live forever. thanks. that stoutland didn't happen. thanks.]

[golisolation]

Whoa, really? Damn, here I thought you mighta had grandkids or some shit!

[Asshole]

...Tch, I know Golisopod'll outlive me, dunno if he knows that.

[A dark thought, but Guzma seems fit to wash it down with another fat drink.

But hey man, Guzma gets it. He is competitive and arguably on that same sort of level, even if he's holding himself back in ways he's unaware of. But the rush of a good battle, the adrenaline of it, and the feel of victory... ain't nothing like it. But, unlike Archie, battling is a double-edged sword for Guzma, it brings him as much joy as it does misery, yet he can't seem to stop.

Guzma follows Archie's gaze to the two Pokémon, before looking back to Archie with an appraising stare. Meanwhile, Scizor looks to Crobat, who he didn't quite peg for being a chatterbox, but it seems the bat is as chatty as he is large. With a pincer brought to his chin as he considers the question, he then shrugs. He supposes he could go for something. Either, he's not a picky bug, and anything he won't eat, Pinsir or Golisopod probably will.

Wait, no. Definitely will.]

Hey.

[Finally Guzma speaks up again, tilting his head slightly.]

What's Hoenn like, hm? Never been outside of Alola--well, till I came here, obviously.

[h2no]

Weird way to say I'm lookin' hot with the salt and pepper look, but thank you, [he says, raising his wine bottle and taking a pull off it, seemingly taking that thought the same way guzma is. he takes a few steps forward onto a better section of sand (? slightly dryer) and flops his ass down onto it, bending his legs slightly so he's got a little bit of grip. looks out to the ocean while guzma watches the two pokémon.

crobat chitters happily. takes off immediately, calling out to scizor that the first one to catch a fish is the winner. the fish is the prize!

archie looks back while in the middle of taking a long drink from the wine bottle, looks a little surprised.] Tropical, humid. Probably not unlike Alola in terms of the weather.

[he looks back out to the sea, clearly contemplating something as the waves crash and the gulls screech. can't be anything important; he doesn't mention it.]

Primal Kyogre and Primal Groudon formed it-- you can really tell. There's a huge volcano, likely where Groudon is resting that takes up a chunk of the North-Western part of the region. Still active. Went down there when I was trying to imbue a meteorite with power. Pretty sure I saw one of the grunts take a piss into the lava... [he makes a face.] Anyway, there's a desert and mini-rainforest to the West of the volcano, multiple seaside towns, half the region is out in the water. Several areas have been pounded by meteors in the past, too. Bigger ones than the one I had.

[he takes another long swig then leans back slightly. puts the wine onto the sand to make a motion with his hands; pressing the tips of his fingers together like a dome.]

Mauville is the sort of tech spreadin' out. It's an entire city inside a buildin'-- like people are tryin' to seal themselves up. [...] I miss the region, and the Pokémon. As sour as the relationship I had with it became. The people of the region can all fuck off underground, if they want. Let the Pokémon retake it. Fucking Devon. Fucking League. Fucking Steven.

[golisolation]

[Guzma rolls his eyes at that before turning his gaze back to Archie. But he also doesn't deny it. Look, Archie ain't a bad looking dude, even if Guzma ain't interested in tapping him. Unlike Archie, Guzma doesn't take a seat on the sand, he knows better than to do that shit. Digging sand outta his crack is not on his list of shit to do, but he also doesn't wanna just stand around like a dick, so making his way over to join him, he squats down like a fucking Slav, arms resting on his knees as he looks at Archie while he speaks.

Scizor, whom has no interest in the two humans' conversation, dashes off to the water. Of course he's not about to dive into it or anything, not when he's heavy and dense as he is! But, he knows there's little pockets that fish like to hang around, even close to the beach. It's there he's searching.]

Y'ain't wrong. Alola's a tropical, humid hellscape at the worst of times.

[Not that having such easy access to the ocean didn't make that tolerable, but damn did the humidity get to you sometimes. Especially if you wore primarily black sweat-clothes like somebody. After that addition, though, Guzma stays quiet, drinking off his bottle as he listened to Archie, his own gaze falling to the ocean as well. Of course, he gives Scizor a glance... but then goes back to enjoying the scenery.

It's weird, hearing Archie talk about his home, while looking out over the ocean is making him feel oddly homesick. It's a feeling he brushes off, because while he certainly wants to go back to Alola—it's not Alola he wants to return to. Or so he tells himself, anyway.]

Mmm, y'know, it ain't soundin' much different than Alola, kinda. 'Sides the fact all of the region is in water. But pissing in lava, now that's fuckin' something. Dude got balls, I can say that much, yo.

Or maybe he did, that heat ain't no fuckin' joke, man.

[He's swigging off that bottle as Archie explains Mauville, and it sounds so wild. A little hard to imagine, but then again... Aether is on an artificial island, so...]

Hey man, I feel you. I—shit, I dunno. Alola's my home, and it's fuckin' shit, but it don't gotta be. It's the people, and those stupid traditions. Fuckin' Kukui—

[He hisses out his name, but cuts himself short.]

You can miss home, but not miss the family, is what I'm sayin'.