Sneaking around the side of the building with a motorcycle wasn't exactly the easiest thing in the world, it might even be considered kind of shady when one looked like the ruffian he did! But alas, it was a requirement to survive in this world!

The public reporters and paparazzo were truthfully the greatest threat to a man's life and lively hood after all.

Such it was, he put his bike around the back of the building and got inside via careful use of 'No I didn't lock pick that door' lock picking.

That it put him on the other side of a horde of children was a bit surprising though.

Taking out the flyer from his pocket, he scratched his head in confusion, sharing a look with his Houndour, Dirk shrugged. "You think they're the teacher we're suppose to talk to?"

"Dour."

"My thoughts exactly."

⚰︎

Melody Miro   

The bike was disordered chaos! Houndour was off his perch, Dirk was half straddling his bike, Pickle was HANGING ON BY BITING ONTO A HANDLE, Growlithe was ass up in between Dirks legs, CHAOS I TELL YOU!

Dirk began damage control, even as he swerved through traffic at eighty miles an hour! A single miss turn and he'll no doubt splat himself and his pokemon into the back of some truck! He shoved Houndour's helmet on its head and shoved it up onto its perch, he dragged Growlithe out from under his legs and used his teeth to pull back on the google straps before snapping them onto Growlithe's eyes with a snap and a yelp from the dog in question. Finally, he right himself and shoved Pickle off the bike handle and to Growlithe, who immediately dog piled their fellow Shiny companion.

"THIS IS WHY WE KEEP HELMETS AND GOGGLES ON FOR MINOR STOPS!" Dirk's panicked and screaming shout filled the air as he suddenly had to jerk his tires to avoid impacting a semi's back, taking them into a side street and hurtling through a red light!

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Dirk Screamed, as car horns sounded as he had to dive and dip and dodge past on the bike, nearly loosing his side mirror!

"DOUR!" "GROW!" His two doggy partners in crime also screamed in fear, as they played roulette with death!

⚰︎ Oh boy, they're in hot water now! And not just because of the fire types!

Yuina Higashi

Dirk and Houndour looked over the map in his hands, trying to make heads or tails of the actual map. Dirk was leaning against his bike, while Houndour hung off his shoulder as they tried to knock their heads together and figure out where a Salon even was. It actually hurt, because Houndour's skull plat met Dirk's bare head, but it was alright enough, Dirk was tough enough to handle it!

The sound of sniffing drew the map down as the Partners looked in blinking surprise as their charge split off into a well groomed twin! Of course, the map being pulled down had the spout of blood coming from the side of Dirk's head shoot over the shoulders of the houndour and onto the sidewalk, but that was hardly something to notice.

Looking to the partner on his shoulder, Dirk asked the most obvious question. "You think that one knows how to get to a salon?"

"Houndour?"

"Well, I just THOUGHT it looked stylized enough for it! So why not! Ain't no need to sass me!"

Suddenly, as if god was mad at their hubris, a great shadow enveloped the pair. They looked up into the unrepentant happy face of death, and it stared back with a smile.

The reactions were obvious.

Houndour dropped to the bike as if fainted.

Dirk immediately full bodily jumped in his skin as his skeleton tried to leave its confines.

"IS THAT THE LEGENDARY POKEMON, ARCANINE?!?!

Dirk shouted almost near the top of his lungs, slouched and arms drooping as he took in the magnificent beast that was Arcanine.

It woke Houndour up, who was now glaring up at the Arcanine, and it sent Furfrou, the charge of theirs, up onto the Bike to hide.

Dirk, so mystified by the great beast before him, he practically missed the apologies, let alone the directions towards a possible salon. He turned on the pink hair'd woman with a vengence! "WHERE DID YOU GET ONE?! HOW?! WHY?!?! THEY'RE LEGENDARY BACK IN MY HOME REGION!!!" His grasping hands came up, like they were trying to grasp the very air for answers to this cataclysmic moment of his life.

⚰︎ Dirk is very Shook.

DESIREE BLOOMS

Dirk backed away and gave his boss all the room he needed to open that door! What? He didn't want to get smacked out of the way! He course, that didn't matter, cause the moment Dirk heard 'Dog' he was suddenly sparkling eyes and cupped hands to his cheek as he struck a pose.

"What dog?! WHAT DOG, BOSS?!" Was his excited cries, waving a hand towards his boss in the doorway "Is it a cutie! Of COURSE it is! its a doggy! Whats the doggy boss!"

Houndour sighed, head drooping "Dour..."

"KYAAAAAA~!" Dirk exclaimed at seeing the off color'd Growlithe in his boss' hands, his hands coming up to his cheeks as he cuu'd across the room! "Look how adworable it is! Its a puppy~!"

Dirk lifted the newly handed Puppy above his head so he could look up at it "Hello there~! Aren't you just so adorable~!"

The Growlithe in question leaned forward to sniff at Dirk's face before giving him a tentative lick "Grow..."

"I think-" A quick check "He likes me boss!" Dirk pulled the Growlithe to his chest, drowning it in his leather gloved' hand as a torrent of pets assault the Growlithe, who actually leaned into it! No doubt preferring this treatment far more than whatever it had to go through before!

"Houn..." Houndour sighed, putting a paw to its face.

⚰︎ Girly Dirk? Never.

Kouji Matsubara

Dirk's head whipped around at the towards the snarling Umbreon, and his head tilted to the side in confusion. He would of scratched his head if he had his hands free. "C'mon now, this isn't exactly the help I was- IS THAT A RANGER?!"

Dirks eyes practically bugged out of his sockets and past the top of his sunglasses, his hands raised Pickles over his head which had a giddy look on its face as it kicked its legs like it was playtime!

Houndour and Growlithe also panicked! They both immediately looked to the buildings and street respectively, before they swung back and collided head first with each other! Houndour, with his skull forehead plate, clearly came out the better, but it still wasn't okay!

"H-hey now! Can't we talk about this?!" Dirk took a hesitant step back, leaning away from the ranger across from him "L-look, clearly theres some mix-up, because this Growlithe is- uh- totally- HOUNDOUR SMOG IT!" Dirk pointed, the shiny growlithe ass first under his arm!

"HOUN-DOUR!" The first dark exhaled a purple cloud of toxic fumes, before the group of three jumped on the bike and tore rubber and left a dust cloud in their wake!

⚰︎ CHEESE IT!

Yuina Higashi

Dirk was in a real pickle today. He was suppose to help out with his Boss, but then Boss got busy and just sorta tossed him the mission to go Solo. And cause it was Boss, he would probably get the tar beaten outta him verbally if he messed it up!

"Well... I guess its a good thing I didn't?" Dirk lamented, taking a bite out of his pickle. "Aaah!" He was almost immediately bowed over by the lil thing he was supposed to grab which, as it turned out, REALLY LOVED PICKLES! That fact became readily apparently since he had the thing for an hour or two.

"Probably Metaphorical ones as well~." Dirk cried, as tears fell down his cheeks from under his sunglasses, at the third pickle that got beaten out of his hands by the bright yellow Growlithe at his feet, currently chewing away at the pickle on the ground.

Dirk was crouched on the side walk of Petalburg city, a few blocks away from where he stole it from some scientist lookin guy, drive by snatching it was called. They were eating pickles from the nice man behind the cart stand, mainly so Dirk could eat something while he moped about his poor luck, but its turned to feeding his new Growlithe... Which had strange rules about eating people food.

Obviously since its on the ground, its now free reign... Or so the mentality of the yellow Growlithe before him was obviously working under, since it never took a bite unless a pickle was on the ground. So it beat it out of his hands to force it on the ground...

"Grow..." His own patted his leg, as Dirk sighed.

"Dour!" Pointed out his Houndour partner, since the Growlithe seemed to love Dirk and his pickle giving ways.

Or maybe it liked he was so bullyable?

It'd be just like Boss if not as threatening.

Letting the Dog finish off its pickle, Dirk nabbed it by under its arms and held up to his face, where it smiled with its tongue out at him.

Him and the dog shared a long hard eye exchange, sunglasses to Doggy dog eyes, before the Pup licked his face.

Dirk cried harder! Tears streaming down his face as he hugged the lil guy! "WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?!?!" He lamented to the skies "I WILL NAME YOU PICKLE, AND I WILL LOVE YOU, AS I FIGURE OUT WHAT I AM TO DOOOOO~!" He rubbed his head up and down the growlithe's own head as snuggled the cute lil doggy, his soul crying out its pain! "I have to give you up, but who knows what they'll do to you?! I can't give you to em, but if I don't I'LL GET GOT!"

With a great heaving sad sigh, he lowered the perpetually happy puppy dog so he could look at it again, he sighed and drooped his head "Honestly~! How the hell am I s'pose to get out of this pinch?" He held his head up to the sky, as he prayed "Please! Someone! Anyone! Give me an answer!"

⚰︎ Dirk has the biggest confliction of self preservation and his love of Dogs. He needs a hero to solve his problem!

Yuina Higashi

Now usually, Dirk wasn't some deliverer boy, or part time worker, or some Odd Job smoocher ya know? He lived off a decades worth of savings, prize money, and whatever use he sorta had to. He lived on the road, with his Houndour!

However, twenty bucks to get a lil' Furfrou to a salon is twenty buck, ya know?

Even if he had to have a passenger on his bike, IT WAS TWENTY BUCKS!

Now, of course, besides the fact he had a good twenty pounds of fur alone siting besides his bike, he could only really scratch his head. Houndour sat on his shoulder, since his spot was about to get taken by the Furfrou for the trip.

"So..." He started, looking down at the Furfrou before him, he could only sigh. "Know any salons round 'ere? I ain't got a lick where I'm s'pose to drive us."

The Furfrou that probably couldn't see through that lump of hair atop its head and neck answered with its really sad "Frou..."

⚰︎ Furfrou is very sad about its hair atm. Dirk ain't got no idea where to go!

DESIREE BLOOMS

Dirk looked up at the Pink haired stranger, someone he literally never met once in his life. A complete and utter stranger who just asked and offered if he wanted to engage in some explosive nocturnal activity that would of no doubt rocked the neighborhood twice over.

Dirk was a man of principles, of free will and spirit. His, was a lifestyle that tried to recapture something, was channeling the dare devil of his youth... Yet, he was not a young man. He was somewhere in the middle of his lifetime, grown, mature, a figure that people should be looking at for how to, even if its a strange choice, steer their life towards. Not the young man he was attempting to emulate.

So what did, a mature man like Dirk 'Roads' Evans, say to this stranger who was probably about to something completely dastardly?

He brought his fist up into the universal symbol of ROCK N' ROLL AND STUCK HIS TONGUE OUT OF COURSE! "HELL YEAH, BROTHER!"

His tired span, sending rubber burning, tires squealing, and anticipation all throughout him and his pokemon! "LEAD THE WAY! TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT FOR ROCKIN' THIS CITY! KEKEKEKEKEKEKE!" His laughter was of the skulls, laughing skulls from even the greatest of Halloween decorations! You know the ones, with actual little sound boxes behind them!

"HOUNDOUR!" His Doggy Companion HOWLED TO THE SKY! The Blood pumped, and the Two partners were ready!

So ready, Dirk's bike's squeeling tires grabbed the ground as he let go of the break, and he began to circle the Truck his newfound best bud was in, ready and WAITING for the destination!

⚰︎ ITS TIME TO ROCK N' ROLL, BROTHER!

Ambrose Hendrix

"Dour!" The dog practically laugh-growled at the Slug Woman pair

"Pfft, yeah Lady, not everyone knows some jumped up-" Dirk's mocking's died in his mouth as the blood left, followed by water, leaving him a shriveled husk with its finger raised as the burrito truck he just bought a lovely burrito from exploded with the force of a thousand thunderous burrito after effects.

Houndour, by his side, had its jaw open, its now dribbling, its eyes bulging from its head, completely white as a sheet.

Not even the burrito impacting Houndour and knocking him from the bike, nor the replacement burrito finding itself impaled upon his pointed finger broke them from their shock.

The Biker turned like a statue as the woman began speaking once again, the Biker only shriveled more and more, until there was nothing but the puckered remains of his face left to tell his tale. "N-n-n--n-n-n-no~! W-w-w-whill b-be h-h-h-h-h-happy to assssit!" Dirk huffed with suddenly very dry lips and mouth.

In a flash, Dirk had polished and brushed and made the spot the woman would sit- which would be behind him with skootched up in the seat to drive while she got the nice back of the chair like seat. She got to relax in the seat while Dirk got to make due with managing his posture himself.

Houndour did much the same to the center console where he himself reclined, sparkling fresh and clean that you could eat off of it! Ready for the Slug pokemon!

"R-right after you, Madam!"

⚰︎ Nice and polished seating arrangements!

Elisabeth Fiorelli