Even if Chu-e loathed boat rides, he was reluctant to go through the trouble of walking to Lilycove from Rustboro. The quickest way to get back to Mossadeep was the ferry to Slateport, then a ship out to the island. Oldale had seemed like a nice pit stop as he waited. Having time to kill, he, naturally, had wandered around the local area to take in the sights. If someone had told him to stay out of Route 102 in particular, he had simply ignored them like the bullheaded fool he was.

The commotion drew attention. Chu-e couldn't imagine more than a few kids hanging around here, so seeing a tree stump go flying into the distance was worrying. If he was a bullheaded fool, he was also curious enough to get himself killed most days. Instead of doing the sensible thing and turning around he moved towards whatever had flung that instead.

A man was standing a ways away, a pokemon at his side. Squinting through the treeline, Chu-e could barely make out what looked like a very pissed off Snorlax. He wrinkled his nose, memories of fighting these colossal pokemon coming back to him. They were bulky and strong. Honestly? Pains to deal with at the best of times. Approaching Angelo, Chu-e jerked his thumb in the direction of the Snorlax when he was close enough.

"That yours?" Chu-e didn't expect it to be, really. About that time, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Thinking it was maybe Cait, he took it out but scowled at what he saw. Closest League agents to come to the area immediately. He really needed to contact his boss about having his GPS turned off. Being the closest 'League' member in the area, even if he was supposed to be retired, it had pinged 'Ji-Hoon Ki' as being the one responsible for this lumbering beast. "Fuck."

Sighing, he tossed out one of his pokeballs. A Machamp stretched out her four arms in a stretch. "Ji-Hoon Ki. Looks like we're partners if this report is right... Angelo?" He squinted at the screen to make sure before putting his phone away.

He doesn’t have long to wait before someone comes along, this time pausing to talk to him, rather than scuttling off back to the town to keep away from the infected pokemon’s tantrum as soon as they caught sight of it in the distance. Arms lightly folded against his chest, the courier blinks and slowly puts on a smile as the other man jabs a thumb at the destruction. “No,” he says simply, Ankaa fluffing up her feathers by his side before grooming her chest with a nuzzle. “But even if it was mine, I wouldn’t admit it.” The smile on his lips curls into something more amused.

Angelo is about to let the stranger know the situation, that the advice floating around was to wait back in the local towns until this situation was dealt with, only for a phone buzz to interrupt. Automatically he fishes in his pocket to check his own, outdated model. Looks like his partner for his impromptu mission had arrived.

“Looks like it,” he agrees, putting his own phone away and turning to Ankaa as the other league affiliate releases a Machamp, his Togekiss fluttering out her wings and preparing for flight. “So should I call you Ji-Hoon? Ki? What would you prefer?” It wasn’t a naming convention that he was all too familiar with and he’d rather save the awkwardness, considering they were about to plunge into a Snorlax’s sleepy warpath.

Speaking of. It looked like it was about time for them to get started, since the party was all here. Angelo feels a prickle of excitement crackle in his bones, quietly itching for the challenge underneath all of the seriousness for this task to be completed as quickly as possible. After the effects of the war, after seeing these infected pokemon in action before, he knew better than to get too wrapped up in the thrill or the fear. That didn’t stop him from wanting to get this sorted as quickly as possible, however.

“It looks like it’s heading towards Oldale, let’s try and cut it off before we have to turn this mission into a full blown evacuation or something,” he suggests, Ankaa kicking up a bit of dirt as she flutters into the air and starts off towards the Snorlax, floating above so she could keep an eye out. Angelo starts after her. “Good start to the day, huh?”

Chu-e Choi

"That's fair." At the first statement. If this was his pokemon flipping out, Chu-e probably would be reluctant to admit it as well. "Just 'Ki' is fine. Easier for everyone involved." With how many people mispronounced his 'name' it was just the better option to save frustration. "Good idea. Muse, cut that fat ass off!" He nodded to Angelo at the last part before calling out to his pokemon. The Machamp gave a thumbs up before she followed after the Snorlax, using the flying type as a beacon. Chu-e himself followed after Angelo, trailing behind.

"Could be worse. Like, two Snorlax." He snickered lightly. Muse finally caught up, the Machamp sliding to a halt in front of the other pokemon. She tried to grapple it with her four arms, shove it back and away from the town, if only by a bit. A Cross Chop struck the large pokemon's body. Even if it was supposed to do heavy damage, there was a reason that Chu-e did not like Snorlax; like a Kung Fu Panda ripoff, the powerful attack just bounced the jiggling fat around the pokemon's body, doing little more than making the large pokemon mad. Roaring, the normal type tried to throw it's whole weight on top of Muse with a Slam, the fighting type very narrowly avoiding getting crushed by bracing herself and catching the Snorlax.

"I don't know if just knocking it out will stop it. You know why it's pissed off to start?"

There’s a slow smirk on Angelo’s lips at Ki’s comments. “If there are two of them, then don’t judge me too hard if I get my bike and leave you in my dust,” he muses, not at all serious, even if the idea of tackling a pair of overfed monsters wasn’t exactly a preferable outcome.

It’s not long before they come across the Snorlax, just having to follow the path of destroyed trees and trampled foliage, Ankaa floating ahead as a beacon in case they somehow get lost. Standing back enough not to be stepped on, Angelo watches as Ki’s Machamp gets right in on the action, jumping in front of the rampaging beast and grappling with it. Unfortunately – although predictably after what Angelo had seen with the infected Gyarados and Miltoic back in the ocean – Snorlax wasn’t having any of it.

Underneath his feet the ground trembles, Snorlax using slam that narrowly misses Muse and instead has it colliding into the grass, shockwaves rippling out from the sheer bulk of the creature. While it’s down, Ankaa forms an AURA SPHERE, sending the blue orb of energy blasting into its back – taking advantage of its opening as the chunky creature attempts to stand back on small stubby legs.

“These things are already major pains in the ass without them going mad,” Angelo huffs as the Snorlax gets back to its paws, a toxic coloured steam rising off its body and tainting its squinted expression. “See that purple stuff coming off it? Means it’s infected.” He points towards their target as Ankaa flies in front of its face, attempting to distract the monstrous blob by fluttering in and out of reach, hopefully creating an opening for the Machamp as it tried to swipe a meaty paw at her.

“I’ve seen a few of them before – out in the water routes. – they’re aggressive but not impossible to beat. With a Snorlax though... We’re either going to have to spend a while wearing it down or pull out some big guns if we want this over with quickly.”

Chu-e Choi

Chu-e was more than glad for the explanation. He had more questions and could use more info, which he might pester either this man or someone else about later, but given that he had been in the hospital during the entirety of the fucking alien invasion meant he was more than lacking on first-hand knowledge.

"Well, I don't mind getting a few more pokemon out to beat it's ass." Even if that would take a while. Some Trainers had 'honor' and only fought with one pokemon at a time. He just thought they were stupid. He would use every pokemon he owned to mush this thing into he ground if he had to. However.... "But, from the sounds it, something's got it all fucked up. Maybe if we can un-infect it it'll calm down on it's own?" Or at least be easier to take out.

Muse, meanwhile, is more than thankful for the distraction. She manages to regain some of her balance and field a deep breath while the Snorlax angerly swats at Ankaa like a buzzing fly. She feels more focused than before, clearer of mind and body and ready to attack back. (Focus Energy) After clapping her hands together, Muse lets out a battle cry and digs her feet in, kicking up dirt as she launches herself at the Snorlax again. This time in a Dual Chop, four sets of arms slamming hard into the side of the distracted normal type. It had much the same effect as before, more jiggling, but this time the fat pokemon did give a cry more in pain than frustration.

Angelo grimaces. “If there is some kind of antidote or whatever, I don’t have one.” Last time they had just beaten them back but, he supposes, there had been little options available to them. Aboard Skyler’s boat, there had been no other alternatives but to fight back against the poisoned pokemon, what with the ocean whipped into a furious storm and evacuees below deck making it near impossible to outrun the dark shapes under the water surface. Blue eyes closed as the memory scratches against him, Angelo wonders if there is another option here or if they really would have to – as Ki put it – get out a few pokemon and beat its ass. He doesn’t have any qualms about that…

Ankaa spirals up into the air, brushing past the Snorlax’s face to block the view of the Machamp as she approached with Dual Chop. It seems to do some damage to the large bulk of the creature this time, the normal type letting out a cry of pain, bellowed like a roar. Ankaa narrowly dodges a swiping claw, feathers falling to the ground from the graze, when she gets too close.

“Fuck it,” he breathes out, watching as the Snorlax swings a HAMMER ARM towards the Machamp, his gaze is sharp as he turns to look at Ki. “If we can’t contain it until someone arrives with an actual antidote. I vote for getting rid of it.” Personally, he wasn’t all too eager to start wiping out the corrupted pokemon off the face of the earth but, sandwiched between two peaceful little towns, Angelo was even less keen to have some hurt kid on his conscious from just leaving the thing be.

“So, try and get it back into slumberland first? What do you think?” He reaches into his pocket, considering the different capsules, as he weighs the two possibilities.

Chu-e Choi

"Damn." Well, that sucked. But, Chu-e shouldn't have expected any less. This seemed like some Advanced Poison that he had no grasp of understanding and smearing a few Pecha on it's head likely wouldn't do much.

The Hammer Arm swung true, Muse crying out and buckling down to one knee. She panted and tried to regain her balance before the larger pokemon crushed her like a sad little fly. Seeing that and hearing what Angelo says next makes Chu-e wince at best.

"Well... I don't want to cull it first option, but I ain't afraid of doing it if push comes to shove. Let's see if we can knock it out." His own plethora of Love balls was dragged out of his pocket as he also weighed his own options. Beepin was too violent for this, but...

Four more pokemon emerged from his hoard, a Slowking, Klefki, Slurpuff, and Dedenne. The four pokemon mostly seemed confused before they took in the scene before them.

"Let's see if we can slow it down, then hit it hard? Aloe, use Heal Pulse on Muse and this guy's Togekiss, Squeaks, see if you can get up on that Snorlax and Nuzzle. Snacks, you Sticky Web the hell out of it. Script, cover Squeaks and this guy's pokemon. You all got that?" Not all of the pokemon looked to enthusiastic, especially the Slowking who seemed more concerned than anything. That didn't stop him from using Heal Pulse to try and revitalize Muse; even if the Togekiss hadn't been hit yet the effect of the healing balm of energy might have been nice.

The Dedenne darted off into the fray despite how tiny her body was. It would take her a bit to find a good angle to Paralyze the Snorlax given her small size, however. The Slurpuff charged forward as well, mouth opening and sugary, sticky, pink gunk being shot at the much larger pokemon in an attempt to slow it down. Lastly, the Klefki made a small noise of distress but reluctantly hovered closer, taking position by Ankaa to help.

“Slumberland it is, then.” Thankfully they’re in agreeance and while Ki summons a handful of pokemon to aid them in their cause, Angelo picks out just two: Lyra the Clefairy and Caelum the Magneton emerging from beams of light.

“Caelum, use thunderwave, let’s try and slow him down – but be careful of the Dedenne – and Lyra, stay here for a second.” With their instructions, Caelum floats through the air to join the rest of their team in attempting to take down the Snorlax, releasing a controlled THUNDERWAVE from its magnets, making sure to aim when the little electric hamster wasn’t in range. Ankaa meanwhile, swept in front of the Klefki as it let out a distressed noise, chirping in reassuring tones as a flailing paw strikes her that had been meant for the fellow fairy – thankfully Ki hand planned ahead with a healing pokemon.

“I’m thinking,” Angelo says, tasting the idea on his tongue as he keeps blue eyes trained on the chaos of their pokemon attempting to subdue the wrathful beast. At his side, Lyra presses a small paw against his leg. “If this doesn’t work, Lyra should try and put it to sleep. Problem is… that if it doesn’t work on the Snorlax, our other pokemon might get effected.” Turning his gaze to Ki, arms folded loosely against his chest, he floats the idea out there. It’s a plan that might not work on the first turn, depending on how pumped up on adrenaline the Snorlax was and their other team members could be left drowsy while it still rampages but… It was something, at least.

He flicks out his phone, preparing to see if anyone affiliated with the league could provide an antidote. Hopefully they wouldn’t take long.

Chu-e Choi

"Well... that would certainly be a problem." Since it was in such a pissed off state, Chu-e didn't doubt that the Snorlax could take out one, maybe two, of their pokemon out of the picture before they could be put away and relatively safe. Then they would also have to deal with the Snorlax without aide if they didn't fall asleep themselves.

Squeaks, taking the chance as the Snorlax tensed up from the Thunder Wave, hopped onto the larger pokemon and shoved her sparking cheeks against it and rubbed. The Nuzzle would hurt, but not much, but better yet was that it would also paralyze; with both of the paralysis attacks used in quick succession, the Snorlax seemed to tense up and spark, arm being forced to freeze when it tried to use another Hammer Arm on the gaggle of pokemon around. Her job done, Squeaks hopped off the Snorlax and scurried back to her Trainer lest she get stepped on.

Script, the Klefki, squealed when the other pokemon took a hit for him. It also seemed to make him upset, so without prompting he lit up a Flash Canon, whole body glowing as power gathered, and used his vantage point and the Snorlax's paralyzed state to launch the attack right at it's head. The attack hit, thankfully, but seemed to just enrage the other pokemon more. What would take this thing down?

While Script used his moves, Snacks was still spitting a plethora of goop similar to marshmallow fluff at the Snorlax, mostly looking to tangle up it's legs and the area around it. It would be harder to move in but also slow it down. This also meant that Muse, who was standing in the same place, was hit with the attack. She would be in range of these attacks but didn't care, forcing her sticky feet a step forward to try and use her Strength to shove the larger pokemon backwards; and maybe down if she was lucky.

Ki’s bunch were quick to work on the Snorlax, entangling it in sticky candyfloss webbing until the Machamp herself becomes entangled in the fray – pushing and shoving at the rampaging creature.

With the pressure being forced against it the infefted pokemon was starting to lean backwards, unable to walk away, its only option was to try and push back against the Machamp in an impromptu wrestling match. Ankaa circles the air, letting out a chorus of warning chirps, before her body becomes aglow with the energy of EXTREME SPEED and then she’s swooping down to entangle herself in the fray. Thanks to the Snorlax’s larger body, she sails over Muse in a blur of dazzling white, clipping their opponent in the shoulder and giving it an additional push so that the Machamp can finish pushing it down to the ground.

There’s an earth-shaking thud as the huge beast falls, stubby feet still trapped in the goop. For a brief second, Angelo thinks that the pokemon is going to give up, its limbs slowly becoming entangled and paralyzing sparks still scattering off its body. Then it opens its mouth – BELCH sending a burst of poisonous gas into the air, pluming all around.

“Ugh, get clear guys,” Angelo raises an arm to cover his nose, the smells rolling out even towards where they were standing, urging Lyra to tuck behind his legs. Somewhere within the dark plume, Ankaa lets out a weak splutter, before she drifts out of the poison on wobbly wings. “It’s got to be close to the end now,” he mumbles behind his arm, blue eyes squinting through the mist as he waves at his Togekiss to get clear for a minute. “Caelum, while it’s down, Electro Ball it.” His Magneton, numb to the poison, glows from deep within the smog to release an ELECTRO BALL at the Snorlax’s exposed belly.

Chu-e Choi

The Belch left a lot to be desired with Chu-e's pokemon that surrounded the Snorlax. Being Fairy type, Snacks ended up looking a little green around the gills from the scent, the pokemon not able to handle things like that very well. Before the Sticky Web could just become vomit, ew, Chu-e called him back into his pokeball. Sadly, Muse was also effected where she had been so close. The fighting type heaved and she was also quickly called back into her ball to prevent that mess waiting to happen. He could understand why, though; the scent had reached him and he couldn't hold back his own gag.

"Shit, that's raunchy." Taking a note from the other man, Chu-e lifted up his arm to bury his nose in his elbow. The Dedenne, now on his shoulder, wrinkled her nose up as well and chattered softly. The only one of his pokemon unbothered by the smell was Script, the Klefki being immune to such things thanks to his typing.

The Klefki was nervous but Chu-e saw this as a chance. Angelo's magneton is already readying an attack, also immune and willing to take advantage of what they had been given. "Script, use another Flash Canon!" The Klefki called out, unsure, but the ball of energy started to form. He shot it out right as the Magneton shot it's, the two attacks hitting the Snorlax at the same time in a dramatic show of teamwork. The large pokemon groaned, went to try and sit up, but then fell back helplessly. Chu-e wasn't sure if it was unconscious, but it was pretty beaten up and weak.

"Maybe we should try and... catch it?" He sounded kind of unsure. "Like, I'm sure if one of us turns it in, they'll refund the pokeball." This didn't seem like the type of pokemon either of them would be allowed to keep, given the circumstances.

“Raunchy isn’t the word I’d use,” Angelo says back with dry humour muttered into his sleeve, watching as Ankaa flutters away from the cloud and arcs through the sky back towards him, looking a little green in the feathers. She lets out a couple of hacking coughs until he returns her back into her pokeball to rest until they made it to a centre, Lyra remaining hidden behind his legs, clinging to him like a shield. Angelo has some choice words in Alto Marian to say about the smell into his jacket.

Thankfully, their joint steel types were more than up for the challenge of taking down their toxic smelling opponent, launching their attacks simultaneously into a conjoined blast of energy through the fumes. Whether the Snorlax had been knocked out or simply given up in its sticky bonds, Angelo wasn’t certain but he releases a quiet sigh none the less, its form breathing yet laying still against the ground. He’s glad that there will be no more destruction; on the plant life nor on the beings that frequented the route…

Angelo turns to Ki then as he drops the suggestion that they attempt to capture it, then hand it in themselves to the League, rather than waiting around until someone showed up. “I can…” I guess. He answers slowly, just the slightest bit hesitant as he thinks about wasting a pokeball – his money – on a creature that he would only be giving away. At least he worked for the Mart which was kind of League affiliated… It might mean he’d get his money back faster, at any rate. “I’m heading to the local mart anyway, if I meet with an official there it’ll be two birds one stone.” He waits until the stench cloud has drifted away a little before fishing a spare capsule out of his pocket.

“Thanks for lending a hand, by the way. It’s been… Well, it’s been a productive start to the morning, at least?” There’s a faint, amused smile on his lips. He’d had better mornings but this was certainly one way to get the blood flowing…

Chu-e Choi

Taking out one of his spare pokeballs, Chu-e smashed it into the other's hand before he could even say anything about it. "I'll put in a request to be compensated or something." It would be easier on his side to do stuff like that nasty paperwork for just one pokeball, anyway. Plus, the idea of making someone read the six page request form for just one pokeball was the kind of bullshit that he looked forward to. Maybe he'd even fill out Section 3A incorrectly a few time so it would get sent back and make some suit behind a desk ready to bite through their tie.

Everyone had to find their own fun someway.

"That's one way to word it. I think I'm going back to my hotel and taken a shower, then a nap. That big stinky bastard curled my nose hairs." Quickly, he returned any other pokemon he may have had out, like his Dedenne and Klefki, and then gently shoo'd the other off. "Good luck at the mart, Angelo. If any more trouble like this comes up, send me a message to stay the hell away."

Chu-e laughed as he said it, though, a distinct twinkle in his eye. With that said, he waved to the other and started to walk back towards town.