Zac emerged from the Mauville pokemart to see a flash of red. A pokemon. A dog, running down Route 110. Could that really be...Entei?! Zac thought with a start. He had trouble following the bounding, crimson blur, but he knew which way it had heading. Damn if i'm gonna lose this chance. Zac thought, and he strapped on his head cam as he ran after the creature.

Zac had been blissfully unaware of the damages wrought to Hoenn, right up until his latest trip had brought him to Lilycove. Helping out with reconstruction, visiting the memorial, and interviewing the heroic souls that had fought in the battle against the Megalopolans had been eye opening. And now everywhere he went he saw the evidence, no, the scars of their passing. 

He followed the creature's path as best he could, and as he did Zac found himself in the heart of a battlefield. Swathes of burnt land, rivers polluted by foreign toxins, and...corpses. 
How did I not know this was here? Zac thought, slowing his run as he reached a spot bristling with dangerous looking black and white wiring. How did I miss everything? I was only gone a few weeks. 

Zac crossed the wire patch, and there, barely a quick sprint away was...Raikou?
    The legendary dog was chewing on one of the exposed wires. Zac blinked, and checked to make sure that his camera was on. It was. There was movement beside Raikou, and Zac took a step back. He had been so tunnelled in on the beast that he hadn't notice the Entei and Suicune next to it. Or the man, who was talking to the pokemon as if he knew them.
    "Are you done?" the man asked Suicune.
Zac cleared his throat loudly. "Sorry to interrupt, but...ah..." Zac gestured inarticulately at the three legendary pokemon right in front of him. "What the hell is going on?"

"Just making sure everything's fine with the aftermath. The war's done? and, uh, everyone's just out doing their own thing, i think,"
 says the man, and his dogs (His?) scattered, sprinting off as fast as they arrives. Zac whipped around, trying to catch more footage of them before they disappear. In moments they are gone, and Zac turned back to the man. 
"Uh...yeah," Zac answered, just as eloquently. "Looks like this place has really gone to the dogs," he said, and his face split in a genuine grin. Devin is not gonna believe this! What a clip!
    "If you're cleaning up I'd love to help. The whole region has been in a real mess lately," Zac said, before making a face and pulling the camera off his head. "What am I doing. Sorry about the camera in your bloody face. I haven't even introduced myself. Zac Ramsay, and it is an absolute pleasure to meet you..." Zac paused, waiting for his new friend to fill the silence with their name. 

"S-same. I'm kyle," he says, and Zac grins even wider.
    Well it's a pleasure to meet you Kyle!" zac replies, and he offers a massive hand for his new friend to shake. 

"Do you have any pokemon that could help? i don't think i brought any that could." Kyle asks, and Zac pulls out his bag, searching around for some pokemon. "You know, i'm sure I have a grass type or two in here." 
    He ends up with a handful of pokeballs, and tosses them all out onto the ground. There is a succession of red bursts, and suddenly the air is filled with pollen and floral scents.
    Something in the atmosphere changes, as the stench of blood and muck disappears, sucked into the towering form of G!Weezing, who replaces the stinking air with great puffs of his clean, slightly sweet, breath. "Ah that's much better, thanks buddy," Zac says, and he looks out at the assembled crew.

Serperior and Jumpluff are milling about beside the Weezing. Serperior looks around with disdain at the lack of clean grass to hide in, and Jumpluff just bounces happily among the wreckage. "You're welcome to borrow one of mine," Zac offers. 

"Yeah that makes sense. They're pretty independent as is," Zac said, and he sent his Pokemon to work with a casual motion. Serperior slithered across the ruined ground, spreading a path of wriggling grass, and Jumpluff scattered spores into the wind.
    In a few weeks there would be hardy wildflowers sprouting all over the place. A far cry from the luscious vegetation it had up until recently, but a start. 
    Kyle mentioned the camera, and Zac immediately ripped it off his head and stuffed it into his bag. "Yeah yeah, of course. Don't wanna spook them," he agreed, though he did find it surprising that creatures so powerful were so naturally skittish. 
    Zac moved back a few steps to give Kyle some space. "If it helps I have some spicy curry in my bag. Works magic on fire types. When I pull this out they usually come running."

Zac watched as the river froze and shattered, leaving behind only chilled, crystaline waters. "Amazing." He said, shaking his head. The dogs didn't return, not in earnest, but Zac was satisfied for one day's worth of adventuring.
    "oh shit, your camera! it didn't get wet because of that, right?" asked Kyle. Zac shook his head, sending droplets of water spraying from his mane.
    "Nah don't worry. All packed away already. Besides, that thing can take a real beating. Gotta shell out for the really resilient stuff when you're working with Pokemon."
    Zac looked around at the area they had been cleaned up. The air was fragrant, free from the smell of smoke and blood, and grass was sprouting in clusters along the bank of the clear river. "Pretty good job we've done," he said with a satisfied nod. 
    "I should be heading off though. Have to see someone in Slateport tonight. Great to meetcha Kyle," Zac said, and he handed the man a business card bearing the name Zac Ramsay, along with his contact details. "Let me know if you need any more help cleanin' up, or if you and the trio ever feel like an interview."
He said the last bit with a wink and a smile. "I'd love to hear more about just how you wrangled them."