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Setting the oversized Tyrunt on the ground outside the Daycare, the Fixer, in his civilian getup, knelt down before the aspiring despot and looked him in the eye, expression stern. "Ruin, remember: No eating any other pokemon." A pause, in which several less than pleasant memories are briefly relived, and then he adds, "Or people. Don't eat anything other than the food they put in your bowl." A scoffing snort accompanied a dismissive turning away of the fossil pokemon's enormous head, which was promptly seized in his trainer's powerful hand, and forced back around so that the scowling creature was face-to-face with the Fixer, his features set in a flat, dangerous stare. "This is important. Don't fuck this up. You need to learn to play with others." [break] [break]
After reluctantly acquiesing with much grumbling, and being dropped off inside, Ruin stomped along beside the worker until they had made their way into the general enclosure where the other pokemon were kept. Paying no attention to the door that shut behind him, the Tyrunt surveyed his new environs with a predatory, speculative eye, studying the assorted pokemon for those that would be likely candidates for subjugation. His heavy jaws clacked together once in satisfaction as he spotted a particularly burly Geodude, and made a beeline straight for the other rock type.[break] [break]
After having used the Geodude as an impromptu bludgeon to bring the other land-borne pokemon into line, and being satisfied that they now knew who was king of the Daycare, Ruin turned his attention to the pond, and the ruckus that had been going on there throughout his own campaign of domination. Another successful conqueror, judging from the fleeing water-types, and while Ruin had absolutely no interest whatsoever in anything to do with water, he had little else to do, and he was curious.[break] [break]
Stomping over as if he were a fully grown Tyrantrum, and not merely a particularly outsized Tyrunt, the dragon-type approached the edge of the fouled pool and snorted, a rumbling greeting shuddering forth from his broad chest.[break] [break]

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Tyrunts did not balk or cower, no matter what they were faced with - And he, Ruin, was the Tyrunt of Tyrunts, a king among kings, and so he did not flinch when the Skrelp's slender snout came close enough to almost brush his own. He may have blinked, though, but that was because sometimes a pokemon had to blink, and he wasn't about to let his eyes get all dry and irritated for someone else's sake.[break] [break]
Solid and steady as a mountain, albeit on a much smaller scale, Ruin stood patiently where he was and watched the elegant creature - A Skrelp, according to the many lessons his trainer had drilled into him in order to identify threats - whip about to deal with some would-be usurper. Or maybe the Totodile was just a slowe learner, but either way, the appropriate reaction was the same. Absolute domination. He approved of the immediate and thorough dissuading of the water-type's misguided desires, letting out a low, shuddering series of sounds that were, unmistakably, laughter at the Totodile's expense. [break] [break]
When the lissome Skrelp glided back towards him and offered a fin in a gesture of peace, Ruin only regretted that he did not have longer arms. It made such motions more than a little awkward, and so instead of cheapening this momentous ceremony of peace between two worthy tyrants with graceless arm flailing, he lowered his head and tapped his snout against the fin, blowing out a breath of approval. This done, he rose, spying motion from the corner of his eye - A Marill, trying to sneak into the pond behind his ally's back. This would not stand! [break] [break]
With a guttural roar that reverberated around the pleasant pasture with considerably more volume that one might expect from one of his size, Ruin charged, bulldozing his way right into the Marill and knocking it away from the pool, where it law sprawled among the grass, too stunned to move. Seizing it in his jaws, the Tyrunt unhurriedly sauntered back to where the Skrelp Queen awaited, squeezing down on the squeaking, spherical water-type only a little before tossing it to the ground at her...Well, not feet. Fins? Before her. Tossing it down before her. [break] [break]