Today was going to be a quiet day, since he knew that Guillermo Marceliño had promised him breakfast in bed (‘with a surprise’ as his partner had put it) and was waiting on the couch, curled up and watching his partner shuffle around the kitchen; taking in the delightful sight of Memo cooking while wearing just the apron he’d gotten—

However, the silence would be shattered as his phone started vibrating, non-stop—what the fuck, hadn’t he left the Gym Leader chat already—

It was the other group chat labelled ‘Fortree <3’ that was now blowing up with notifications; pictures; messages scrolling by too quickly for him to comprehend at such an early time in the morning.

‘Okay, hold up, whoa, everyone, slow down, what’s going on?’ he would type into the chat; effectively bringing the stream of messages to a halt.

(Glad to see that the local citizens of Fortree still had his back despite what had happened.)

Someone then sent a picture along with a string of disbelieving emojis which would make him toss the blanket up and make this irascible—noise of anger that the Frog hadn’t heard in a while.

“Uhh… love?” he would begin, gesturing to the other’s phone. “You… you might want to check what’s going on with the Fortree Ranger chat,” he added, as he stood up from the couch; the utter—

He slipped into a hissing rage afterward; telling the love of his life, “I’ll be right back,” and going to the front of the Sanctuary via the perimeter fence to find that the exact same posters had been stuck up on the exterior walls—

“What the absolute fuck is this?!” he would spit out, taking a picture as he read over the poster quickly; before ripping it down from the wall.

If his trust in the higher-ups had been at an all-time low before, this brought that to a point that didn’t even exist anymore…

He then pulled the whistle that hung from his neck, and blew a series of notes on it—while mostly unheard to any passersby; all the avianid Pokémon that called the Sanctuary home would heed the call would come flying out of the grounds en masse; the shiny Braviary and his oldest, most rugged Salamence leading the way.

“Kyouya, Gabriel… you see this shit?” he would begin once a majority of his Flying-types had gathered as he held up the ripped poster for all of the assembled armada to see, to take in, to memorize.

“Find every single one of these fucking posters and dispose of them. I give you—all of you—full permission to deal with these things as you see fit.”

The only sound that would follow afterward was the massive fluttering of wings; spreading out from the Sanctuary like a well-oiled machine on a mission: to search and destroy all the posters that have been put up, seemingly overnight, around Fortree.

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majority of Alexei’s Flying-type Pokémon are here; the Braviary and Salamence are presented in icons as they lead the charge.