Dr. Doug
He/Him
20 (40)
March 3
Viridian City, Kanto
It just works
AQUA, Combat Medic
Bug Catcher
5' 11" (181 cm) / 180 lbs (82 kg) height
5' 11" (181 cm) / 180 lbs (82 kg) height
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John Sullivan
Doug & Angelo vs The Rabio Brothers
May the best bros win! Angelo's reaction was exactly right. Doug couldn't believe it either when he saw it.
"I asked the guy and he just bought them from someone else; but apparently, the maker just makes 'em if the people are 'infamous enough', whatever that means." He said as he reached into his pocket and produced Chu-e Choi keychain. "Guess there's a lotta people out there hoping to see Skyler sweep the tourney!"
Unfortunately for Doug, Skyler was one of the many trainers thrown into the gym leader's betting pool.
"They are really trying to undersell how understaffed the League is, huh?" The youth said dryly, a blush coloring his cheeks as Angelo threw his accomplishments at him. Nobody ever called him a prodigy to his face- it was always some opinion column or article.
They definitely hadn't seen his grades before he got expelled and dropped out, clearly.
He definitely deserved a raise, though!
Unfortunately, right as they got to the good part of the conversation, Angelo's stuff-
Things got... weird.
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Doug was trying not to look, but it was like a bad car crash; you couldn't look away. And before he knew it, the number one rule of all Pokemon Training was in effect, his gaze meeting the taller, lankier of the two's own.
Very slowly, as if the two men before him could only perceive movement, he leaned over to Angelo and muttered between grit teeth.
"Uh... friends o'yours?" He said, feeling the two men's fierce eyes and unreasonably intense mustaches upon them.
The two men turned the full heat of their gazes to Angelo.
"Give it a-back." Spoke the taller of the two, breathing hard. "GIVE IT A-!"
He stepped forth, but the squatter of the two extended his arm, slapping it across his chest.
"Calm, bro, calm." He said, nodding at his brother once before turning his glare to Angelo. "I can a-see that you don't recognize a-us."
The two brothers glared heatedly Angelo once again... before grasping firmly at the workman's shirt, and-
RIP!
As their ripped shirts fell to the floor, the two brothers stood in their properly colored wife-beaters, giant, intricate tattoos of Laurence Anderson decorating the arm of the red one, and Articuno the green one.
"HOW ABOUT A-NOW?!" Shouted the short man as he pulled out his pokeball, his brother mirroring him as the crowd drew nearer and the Silph Brand instant-Battlefield began to form around them, erecting a circular barrier.
"THAT SIGNED GIFT WAS A-OURS!" Screamed the Green man furiously. "HOW DARE YOU TRIP US?!"
Even father Bill Anderson would not be able to absolve Angelo of this sin.
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