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Inside the Protego facility, the residents walk and rumble with amusement. There is no way they would know, yet they continue to cackle. Laughter comes in bouts, ranging from cackling to shrieking. Claws draw, the sound of something gurgling around the corner.

This is uncertain, how did they know? How did they wake? Regardless, they know now. They wriggle with excitement knowing that none can traverse, but they would gain a tasty snack should they break into the impenetrable facility.

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“Sub sandwiches are delicious! I don’t know why y’all so against him.. And why you’re silencin’ people’s butts..”

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“I feel that this wasn’t talking about clothes.. Or light switches.”

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Positions

“Interesting, interesting! Testing is always fun, but I don’t know what these mean..”

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“Thanks.” Guzma does as he’s asked, wincing slightly as the chemical-soaked gauze touches his injuries. It stings, but the pain surely pales in comparison to what’s caused these wounds in the first place. 

“… What’s your name, anyway? I’m - uh, Guzma. Nice to meet ya, I guess.”

For how could he really be angry at someone who’s so earnestly assisting him?

Golisopod, meanwhile, chitters softly and nuzzles Guzma’s cheek (getting a ”Hi, bud!” in response). [“I understand. My Trainer is not the wisest, either. But I love him dearly all the same.”]

Talasi began to apply some bandaids to the smaller scratches, looking him over carefully. He didn’t know a whole lot about the human body, what was normal and not but he figured he could guess. There was some discolouration, bruises perhaps? They didn’t look too bad, he thought it would be easier to leave them. They should be okay, just keep them cool.

“Name? Oh, yes! Hello Guzma! I am Talasi, or Tali as some people call me.” He grinned at him, and then gestured to the Swampert behind him. “That ‘ere is Tytanus! Or Ty, he’s a sweet heart. A big healthy boy!”

The Swampert chatters lightly at the response, stretching slightly. His tongue lulls out before he relaxes into a laying down position.

“It seems we are in the same boat, dealing with unwise but loved trainers.”

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“Well! Stress can be a great motivator! Let’s be buzzy busy Combees! Bustlin’ and hustllin’ ought to stave off bad thoughts!”

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“Talasi. Are you okay?”

“Huh, what? Yeah.. Fine, fine. Just.. Fine.”

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Guzma sighs deeply, wondering just what he’s gotten himself into, but he approaches warily yet wearily all the same, sitting down. He might have some rudimentary first-aid skills himself, but the truth is, Guzma knows he can’t steal bandages and medicine forever. If someone else can help him, he’d be stupid to refuse.  

“Thanks, I guess…”

Golisopod sits behind Guzma, letting his beloved Trainer lean back against his soft stomach. [”Thank you for helping”], Golisopod says to Swampert,  an approximation of a smile on the bug’s face. [”We are very grateful. My Trainer may be gruff, but I know he appreciates it.”]

“So, uh…” Guzma shifts, happy that his Starter has chosen to remain so close. “What do you need me to do -?”

Talasi dug through his bag, pulling out a small medical box. He sat it on the bench, opening it and pulling out a wound cleaning agent. He turned to Guzma, with a wide smile and shrugged.

“Well, I don’t really know what you’d need to do. I guess just sit still?” He shrugged slightly, applying the agent to some gauze. “Or, do you want to wash your injuries with this? Then I’ll put some bandaids on the smaller ones, and bandages on the bigger ones!”

Tytanus glanced at the Golisopod and smiled at him. “My trainer is not the wisest around, at least when it comes to people but do not worry. He cannot leave someone in need. It is not in his nature, truthfully.” He would then walk towards Talasi, and settle behind him.

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The small woman follows after, her gaze scanning the area to keep clear of any possible debris or falls. When Talasi stumbles, she reaches out to help steady him giving a gentle smile. “You be careful, too.” She replied softly, continuing to follow the path.

“Not everyone can have a picture p-perfect memory. It’s a-alright, though. Even I f-forget things from time to time.”

Talasi laughed a little when she reminds him to do the same. That is fair, something he should keep him in mind. Although his head just got so full of ideas and thoughts that he just dwelled in them more. So it led to him forgetting the important things, and walking into things.

He didn’t tend to bang his head on anything too often, his shortness helped him with this.

“Aye, aye! We’re in the same boat!” He laughed, and paused as he investigated the footprints once more. “Oh! They’ve turned! They’re going a different way! A whole new direction, how wonderful!”

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Guzma relaxes, somewhat. Talasi’s given the impression of being little more than a naive stranger, but he’ll take naivety over maliciousness any day. Add that to the other’s choice of partner - a Swampert, hardly native to the Alola Region - and Guzma assumes not even his own sordid reputation can ruin this offer to help.

What really sells it, though, is Golisopod. He trusts the bug with his life, and said bug has turned to gently nuzzle Guzma’s cheek, once Swampert has confirmed that Talasi is a friend, not a foe.

“… Yeah, all right. Fine. Do whatever you gotta do.” Guzma leans against Golisopod again. “Just make it quick, would ya? Do I look like a guy who has time to dilly-dally?”

A naive stranger was a perfect way to describe Talasi, he was far too trusting and far too innocent for his own good. He is kind by nature, and rather eccentric.

When Guzma confirms that he’ll let Talasi take care of him, he bounces excitedly with a wide grin. “Alright! Don’t you worry, not about anything! I’ll get you all fixed up, fit as.. Fit! C’mon, c’mon! Over here should be good! You can sit down, I’ll get everything good!”

He bounces, shrugging off his bag as he hurries over to a nearby bench. He’ll be able to use what he has.. He should have something, he always did. They always had to have medical things on their person, in case they ran into trouble with an abnormal. This should do fine!

Meanwhile, his Swampert lifts the shopping list that Talasi dropped and shook his head with a smile at his trainer’s antics.

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Cerise keeps rather calm as they begin to follow the prints in the dirt. She’s far more focused on her work at this point than the prospect of making a new friend. When they’re finished though- she’ll be sure to extend her hand in hopes of making said new friend.

“Oh, yes. A-Amaryllis is- it was my father’s so…Ah, yes, you did. It’s a pleasure to meet you, though, Talasi.”

Talasi continued his trek, stepping over a branch in his path and gave Cerise’s a brief warning. “This path seems like it’s gonna have a lotta debris! Be careful, eyes ahead!” Yet as he said it, he stumbles over a branch and almost fell. He manages to steady himself against a tree trunk, and laughs a little.

“Ah, I see I see! I don’t remember a whole lot, I’m a wee bit forgetful. I’ll remember that, I do hope!”

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“Oh my! How wonderful!” Hearing all about different worlds excited Talasi, the knowledge that there was more out there than they’d ever know excited Talasi to no end. So much was out there, and Talasi wanted to learn everything that he possibly could.

“Oh, I see! I do not think I could do that if I was in your world! I love to befriend all sorts of critters! The worlds so less lonely, so more kind that way! We learn, we benefit and we grow! But oh, I do love the design of those!” He followed Chondrus’ eyes to his hip.

The comment on textures did elicit a quirked brow from Chondrus. Talasi’s enthusiasm upon the subject was appreciated; Chondrus’ body warmed up from the core while a lose smile played on his features. 

“Yes, one that is a stark contrast of your own. While we do have our own form of pokemon,” he looked down to the beast balls secured to his hip, “it isn’t commonplace to befriend them. Or battle, for that matter.”

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“Go with you? Why, so you can get the jump on me? I don’t think so!”

Still, Talasi very much has a point - Guzma’s brawls with his father always leave both men with visible injuries, and though Guzma’s walked away this time, that doesn’t mean he should be walking. 

He taps a Pokeball at his side, a Golisopod emerging in a flash of red light. He leans against the large Pokemon gratefully, though his gaze remains trained on Talasi, cold and suspicious. (Goli, meanwhile, is stressed by the notion that he wasn’t there when his Trainer’s father attacked.)

“Where would you take me anyway? I got news for ya - I’m pretty notorious round these parts. Ain’t nobody’s gonna wanna treat my injuries, specially not when they hear about who did this to me.”

In the meantime, Golisopod is looking at Swampert, chittering words that only a fellow Pokemon could hear. [”Is your Trainer a doctor?”]

“Jump on you..?” The phrase confused Talasi, conveyed through a raising of his eyebrow. “No! I have no intention of jumping! Maybe a hop to get a first aid kit, but no jumping and especially on you!”

The arrival of the Golisopod causes Talasi to take a step back, and his Swampert rises a little. It’s not meant as a challenge, just to make it clear that he will not be backing out. It also is meant to reassure Talasi that he is still here.

“That is very bad indeed! No-one should turn away someone in need, that’s what I’d say!” Talasi does not know of Guzma’s reputation, in fact there is a lot about people that he does not know. “Do not worry! I shall help you out, do not worry! I can have my friend here pick a basic first aid kit from the store!” He pats Tytanus’ arm, and the Swampert croons softly.

He raises his head, his fins twitching briefly as he cocked his head. “He is a researcher, but all have been trained in basic first aid. If in doubt, another of our team knows how to treat medical issues.”

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Its one of the days where Talasi needs to do some shopping, and by his side is his faithful Swampert. There was no way he would able to get his shopping back by himself, especially as he had to pick up a few bits and pieces for the facility.

So he’s just skipping along, happy to be entrusted with such an important task. Normally they wouldn’t dare trust Talasi on a solo mission to get shopping, he had a habit of getting distracted by everything. However, a lot of the other staff were busy with equally important tasks and therefore it fell to him to ensure things were done.

He hums a little, holding the list in his hands as he looked around. It’s by chance that he spotted Guzma out of the corner of his eye, and he instantly stopped. The researcher stopped in his tracks, dropping the list in shock at the sight before him. Oh how was this man still walking around?

“Oh my, oh my! Please calm down sir!” Talasi raised his hands, in a ‘I mean no harm’ sort of gesture. “Your injuries! Sir, we must get you someplace safe! Those needed to be tended to, as soon as possible! Come, come! Let’s go, follow me!”

Send “!!!” to find my muse broken, dirty, and covered in blood. - Accepting

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Guzma hisses in pain as he limps along, hating how blatantly obvious it is that he’s bleeding and bruised. Nothing ever goes according to plan, it seems - his father came home from work early, far too early, while Guzma was trying to gather up the last of this things unnoticed, so of course there was an altercation -

Had Guzma been book-smart enough to toss the phrase “Pyrrhic Victory” around, he surely would have applied it to this situation - for he won the fight, but at what cost? Torn clothes and aching, open wounds, that’s what.

“Man, what the fuck is wrong with him… Telling me it’s robbery to grab my clothes… Next time I oughta smack him upside the head with a golf club, see how he likes it -”

It’s only then that he becomes aware of another’s presence. 

“The fuck are you looking at?!” Guzma snaps defensively. His temperament and upbringing pre-dispose him to hating and fearing a lot of things, one of which is most certainly being pitied by people he doesn’t know. For as far as Guzma is concerned, if any one of these nosy chumps actually cared about him and his injuries, they would have done something about his father’s actions long ago.

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“Heya there.” Twisa gazed at the Golisopod, swishing her tail slightly. She yawned, stretched and jumped so she stood before the cage. She placed her paw on the glass, on the other side where the other touched.

“How ya feelin’? Yeah, heard you n’ your trainer got too close to one of our folks. Some guy I dont know, can’t tell you much about ‘im.” She explained, and shrugged. “‘fraid you both got knocked out, for your own safety. Don’t worry though, your guy is okay. You’ll both be set back outside your home in a few, gotta get teleportin’ n’ all set up.”

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Send “!!!” to find my muse broken, dirty, and covered in blood.

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This is a bond call! Can you like this if you would like a relationship with Talasi? Platonic, enemies etc. I’ll bounce into your IMs!