Idly standing by, Kim allowed the man his time in the spotlight, mentally admitting the impressiveness of the young man’s actions as well as his willingness to throw himself in the fight as he did. But something itched at the back of his head during the entire ordeal: Why these two pokemon to lead?

It wasn’t long before his question would be answered, the winddown of the entire altercation giving him the reason behind the why.

Upon fainting, the two leaders would initiate their own final attacks, a bright light shining in their core as they each prepare to release EXPLOSION- one final momento as to cement why they reign over their own respective packs.

“He got himself in there, he can can get himself out.” Was a brief thought that ran through Kim’s mind before the Gothorita gave him a nudge, berating the thought with the small gesture.

With a roll of his eyes and a wordless command exchanged with the unsighted Hoppa, a TRICK ROOM encompasses the area surrounding Oliver; time coming to a near standstill as a Kirlia TELEPORT’s into the area.

Giving a slight wave, to the man, the Kirlia gets to work, TELEPORTing Oliver’s pokemon out of the immediate area and nearby the other rangers before finishing off her rounds with him, the man placed in his previous positon before he had so willingly flung himself into battle.

And with him now a safe distance from the danger, the TRICK ROOM lets up and a PROTECT envelops the multitude of explosions that cluster from the ignition spurred on by the two horde heads.

As everything comes to a standstill and the dust settles on the bodies of the Ferrothorn, Forretress, and their respective bosses, the Gothorita huffs heavily, wiping beads of sweat from her forehead- the strain it took to hold her focus with the plethora of attacks clearly taxing on her mind.

Kim ruffles her hair before picking her up and draping her over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, holding the Kirlia’s hand as he looks around at the rangers.

“Everyone good? Good. I’ll leave the cleanup to you all. Great work… Oleander?”

Are his final words before he is teleported to the nearest settlement, the job of further crowd control now falling onto his lap; his pleasing words further backed by the fact that he was present for the going ons uphill.

Oliver Shrakes

Once more, Kim steeled himself, allowing Oliver to alleviate the swelling in his brain through his mouth with a lengthy monologue on how Kim holds no power in this situation, he’s not their authoritarian body, blah blah blah; it’s all lost in translation.

Instead, Kim pulls out two pairs of shades, one for himself and one for the Gothorita, eyeing the man that positioned himself against him as he slid the glasses comfortably onto his face, a smirk adorning.

“Okay.”

Is all that leaves Kim’s mouth before his attention is turned towards plans being put into action, explosions being successfully quieted; ceasing altogether after a minute or two.

With the job completed, Kim gives a small clap with his two index fingers, a light, “Bravo.” following suit.

Though this celebration would be cut short in a matter of seconds, a voice ringing out from the mountains, an UPROAR stirring the slumbering anarchist awake.

From the forest, an Execcutor reveals itself, each head barking its name excessively, seemingly late as it continues to prattle on, to itself.

Walking amidst the Ferrothorn, two of the heads begin to argue, continuing their UPROAR as another begins launching the barbed pokemon at the opposing Forretress, their explosions ringing out more violently in the process.

And from this, a Metagross, annoyed at the going-ons below, revealed itself, beginning to hurl Forrtetress with its own explosive force, the full on show of force between both sides quaking the earth the rangers stood upon.

Kim all the while, sucks at a honey stick, the cylinder slowly flattening as he supped upon it; the Gothorita, finishing hers in no time flat, soon requesting another.

“I’m still counting this as your one chance, cadet.” He comes to a stand pulling a Honey Stick from his pocket and handing it over, taking the empty tube from his Gothorita and pocketing the trash. “If you have another plan put it into action now.”

“Or… allow me to help as I had planned to do so from the beginning.”

One way or another, Kim would have to intervene sooner or later, things were certainly getting out of hand.

Oliver Shrakes

As Oliver spoke, Kim held his tongue, unwilling to interrupt the man and his planning as not to stifle his thoughts and dilute them any further with his own inputs. Instead he smiled slightly and nodded, whether he agreed with his plans or otherwise. It was only his place to silently judge, not infer.

“Interesting.”

Would be the only word uttered in the break of his planning- Kim otherwise silent.

Once Oliver had finally concluded his speech, Kim simply nodded before he began to speak.

“You have one chance. If anything goes wrong whatsoever during the employment I’ll take over and disciplinary action will be taken.”

He raises his voice over the booms and draws attention to himself.

“Everyone, this recruit here will be taking over this operation. If you heard his plan start to put it into action, otherwise partner up with him for another rundown.”

Following this, Kim sends out a Gothorita, the psychic type quick to react when he takes a seat back in midair, PSYCHIC levitating him as if he were in a chair as he crosses one leg over the other.

“I’m expecting this to work, cadet, and I’m expecting it to work fast. It won’t be long until this scuffle reaches a nearby settlement and a close call won’t look good for either of us.”

Though unseen, a Hoopa stations itself downhill, preventing any debris or landslides from reaching where it shouldn’t- a safety precaution taken preemptively.

Oliver Shrakes

Sharp eyes look over the ranger, silence overtaking the councilman as he continued to observe the man, gaze unbreaking. An explosion would shatter the silence, Kim’s lips slipping easily into a sly smile.

“I like your spark.” He says easily before moving to the side. “How would you handle this situation then? I want your input on the matter.”

His arms cross over one another, body turning towards the two rivaling groups as his eyes stayed on Oliver, allowing him to further his ego through the presentation of a plan.


Oliver Shrakes

Explosions ring out through the hills their echoes reaching the ears of locals and league officials alike. The word was plain and simple, a horde of Forrtress had run into a a horde of Ferrothorn, both clans getting into a dispute over land in no time flat.

While usually human intervention is unneeded in events as natural as a dispute over land between pokemon, this one was rather… explosive.

So the rangers were sent out, their expertise on quelling pokemon related circumstances seen as second to none- But as the booms continued further into the day, their explosions sounding out louder and louder, a decision had to be made.

And after much deliberation, the only decision that could be made was for a councilman to make an appearance himself. (Totally not because he had nothing better to do. ) So with his usual chagrin, Kim landed on the scene, teleporting in with a Kirlia to his side sipping on a smoothie.

“What have you guys been doing all this time?” Kim asks the first ranger he could.

Oliver Shrakes

doing with Oliver Shrakes

• player/ooc name: giggard the 3rd of house bastard
• character tags: kim cole-essam // @eliz
• dropped characters' tags (if applicable): u
• ic posts for non-canon characters: placeholder mcnamesake
• 4 ic posts for canon characters: 1-4
• plots in the past month w/ other non-canon characters & follow-ups from previous developments: uhh....
• are characters in directories?: Yah
• any notes/comments: somethings gotta give somethings gotta give somethings gotta give