'sen-d the cleaning crew™' commonly deals with trash removal and disaster relief, but more recently, Liber expanded into pokemon capture and rescue efforts. Was he specially qualified to be wrangling random pokemon? Hell no, but at the end of the day, people needed these little buggers caught and cared for, and Liber was more than willing to do the job.

Unfortunately, due to a very…. unfortunate set of circumstances that have occurred to Liber, he was stuck with no truck and a back brace tightly fastened to his waist, reminding him why he needed to do this job despite his injuries. Repairing the company truck was not going to be a cheap endeavor, and dedicating even a quarter of his pay to saving up for a proper repair job is proving to be slightly too pricey for his blood.

So that leaves him here, trekking into a forest underneath that hot hoenn summer sun, using his trusty baseball bat at a walking aid when the pain in his back was too much to bear, all coming to ahead when he came to a nice enclosure with some good shade. He saw a young lady already resting here, so at the very least he wasn't totally alone and vulnerable in the forest. “Howdy!” he yelled as he threw his bookbag to the ground before using it as a cushion to lay down. “You wouldn't have happened to see any wild Combee in the area, have you?”


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Liber chuckled, "I feel that. Damn hot out here, feels like I'm being roasted alive. Speaking of..." He began to sift into his bag, before retrieving 3 pokéballs, and releasing his friends, a Scorbunny, Scraggy and Tyrogue. "You three have some fun while I rest my back here a while." A smile formed as they ran off to play tag, and Liber turned to face the lady again.

"Liber Sen. I own a cleaning company based out of Dewford, my home. And yeah, you got me pegged, took this League commission to just help out around the area. Wild Combee is bad for business, yknow!" he chuckled again, before going silent. He was picking up on a slight buzzing. At first he didn't hear much of anything, but it was getting ever so louder and ever so closer. It was to the point where his three pokémon had stopped their game of tag and ran back over to Liber, as he slowly sat up.

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"Huh? Aviation? The hell're you on about?" Liber said, beginning to bring himself to his feet, taking in what he saw. Two fat Combee had flown out of trees and were now assaulting the Conservationist. This wasn't good. They looked chunky and harmless, but a sting is a sting, and Liber didn't want to deal with any new injuries, whether, he got them or someone else. There was only one option here.

Despite it being a given to some, Liber never had the thought or desire to use his pokemon for battles. When he had found them, he originally had the idea of training them to play sports, to entertain others and maybe join a Pokemon league dedicated to athletics. However, as he got more and more absorbed into the Cleaning company, he had thought about the idea less and less. The thought of being a bonafide trainer was gone, and his pokemon were simply his friends. Allies through thick and thin. But, in this kind of situation, that fire that once burned lit up once again, and he began to give orders to his pokemon.

"Hino! Use Flame Charge and try and tag at least one of those Combee. That girl's gonna get overwhelmed by those bees if we don't do anything to stop 'em. You two stay put for now. Hino and her Pawmo might be able to handle everything, if we're lucky."

Scorbunny began to charge up, becoming wreathed in flames as she rushed towards the Combee. But just as Liber had never though of training these pokemon for battle, these pokemon did not have any sense of logic when it came to fighting other pokemon. So when Scorbunny took a leap to try and tag one of the Combee, instead of hitting it, she instead gave it a warm faceplant hug, before falling onto the floor, earning the ire of at least one of the Combee. "Crap, Hino's not a fighter... none of you are fighters!" He said, looking at his team of small pokemon, who began to tug at his pants leg. Battle experience or not, they had a job to do, and Liber Sen always finishes a job, guaranteed. He just needed to think of a plan, and quickly, before any more Combee showed up.

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