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[The feed clicks on, and everyone is greeted with Guzma grinning like a total jackass. He looks the part too, white and black hair, yellow sunglasses on his head that are asymmetrical, purple around his eyes that... might be makeup? Lets not forget that fat gold chain around his neck with a gold emblem of a S that looks like a skull. This guy is, uh, something else.]

Attention fellow ImPorts—it's your boy Guzma!

[He pauses a moment, as if making sure he's got people's attention, like what he has to say is somehow important. Well, he thinks everything he has to say is important on some level, but whatever.]

This shit really connected to y'all? Awful convenient, huh? Guess y'all better get used to hearing from ya boy on the regular. That's right, big bad Guzma ain't gonna be letting this shit fall into disuse.

[Great news for you guys...]

So! If you ain't looking for a beat down, I suggest you make yourself useful. I just showed up, and while I ain't no punk loser who ain't got a clue on how to deal with being brought somewhere new so suddenly, may as well do some info gathering, huh?

I suggest you cough up what useful shit you got to share that them stiffs didn't go into. Don't go wasting my time with useless garbage, neither. I'm in the mood to kick some ass, so if you wanna just hand me an excuse to smash your dumbass into the ground, I ain't gonna stop you.

[Honestly, is he looking for info, or a fight? Maybe both. He shrugs, and then points to his head, tapping his temple while emphasizing his next part:]

But! Those of ya who got something in that skull of yours, y'know, a little bit of sense? A brain, maybe? You'll realize real quick what a stupid idea it is to get on the hated boss' bad side.

So, hurry it up! I ain't got all day.

[Yes he does, he literally has nothing better to do right now.]

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I'll dent that skull of yours in so hard, you won't remember what ya see, but boy, you'll feel it.

Yeah, something like that. I was the strongest trainer around back home, and I don't see that being all too different here, neither! Guess I'll just have to take the risk you'll be a bore, but that's what the wager's for, huh? Collateral for my wasted effort.

Yeah sure fine. We doing this today? I've got things I gotta--

...Wait, trainer?

[Ugh...don't tell me.]

...When you say you're going to fight me, are you like, actually going to fight me with your hands? Or were you planning on using Pokéemon.

Because I think we should establish this now. I'm not going to hurt some poor animals because their trainer is braindead.

Yeah I'm a Pokémon trainer. But don't worry, you won't be hurting nothing, yo.

[So the guy's familiar with Pokémon... That's fine! Maybe makes this easier.]

Nice fronting, though. Acting like your fear is concern. It's a nice touch, real convincing.

Let me make this clear.

My beef is with you. Not your pokémon. As long as it's just you and me, I'll happily knock some sense into that head of yours.

You coming or what?

Tch.

[Yeah, Guzma doesn't see it that way, but that's just something they'll deal with once they're in each other's faces, huh?]

Yeah, don't get so excited over getting your ass kicked, dude. People might think you're into some weird shit.

[And he clicks off after that. Sure enough, Guzma figures his way around the porter, and gets his ass to Nonah. It takes him a little while to get there, not because he got lost or anything. He just wants to make the asshole wait, because he's considerate like that! But, he's definitely approaching Darin's place, walking with a casual slouch, hands in his pockets as he scopes the place out. Keeping an eye out for that blue-haired loud mouth.]

[It's not a hard place to find, as Darin has, in the last few months, invested in a large sign so that people can find the place. It is however, some prime real estate, a rather huge warehouse with several extensions that Darin has built over the course of his time here.]

[There's a massive forge to the side and there's workbenches everywhere, all meticulously maintained. The walls of the warehouse are lined, literally lined, with all types of weapons and armor. Anything you can imagine, it's likely there. And towards the back there's some pretty high tech looking stuff as well.]

[Despite the amount of stock, the forge is a relatively open space. And Darin is lounging on a stool with his feet kicked up while he works on something in a notebook.]

[When Guzma skulks in, he looks up and pulls off a pair of glasses.]

About time you showed up.

[He doesn't make much more of a move to stand or peacock. Actually, he just kinda...yawns.]

So, before we throw down, lemme ask you this:

What are your powers?

[Yeah, the sign out front pretty much is what gives it away he's at the right place. It's certainly impressive, not that Guzma cares much about the whole medieval weaponry, but he guesses he could get a pretty fat profit off of them once they're his.

Because he's going to win this, he's certain of it. Especially once he gets a good look at this guy, and how he's acting. Already underestimating him, huh? That's always a good sign. Usually means Guzma's already got an edge.]

Tch, didn't take me that long. I was just enjoying the sights.

[Bullshit, but Guzma shrugs.]

Y'really think I'm just gonna spill my guts 'cos you asked nicely? Fight me and figure it out, idiot.

[His hands remain in his pockets. Because he's definitely got a pokéball in one.]

[He sighs.]

Fine.

Let me just clear a spot.

[Darin kicks off his stool and wanders over to one of the enormous anvils that might 'get in their way.']

[He reaches with one hand and sinks his fingers into it like it was made of cotton candy, then lifts it with absolutely no effort with a single hand.]

[He then proceeds to crumple it like a tin can, tossing it over his shoulder into a pile of scrap metal like he was shooting for a waste paper basket. The anvil strikes the ground with enough force to just bury itself partway under its own weight with a thunderous CLANG.]

Come on then, tough guy. It's a personal matter of principle that I don't throw the first punch.

[Guzma watches all of that with a worrying calmness. He's gotten the gist of this place, of these powers people have. And while he's still getting used to his own, he's not intimidated. It takes a little too much to intimidate him, which he pays for, but maybe not as often as he should.

When Darin speaks up again, Guzma barks out a laugh, low and dry.]

Ain't you the gentleman. What? You tryin' to make a good—

[and then Guzma pulls that ball outta his pocket, releasing Golisopod.]

—First Impression?

[The light that forms Golisopod barely finishes before the giant bug seemingly disappears entirely, and then he's suddenly right in Darin's space, aiming to strike him with one of his larger arms, claws fully extended. If he's learned anything from his fight with Andy, these humans are a lot more tough than they let on! And if Guzma is calling upon him to fight, then it's likely serious.]

[Darin throws an arm up and blocks the strike with his bracer, knees buckling a bit from the force, but overall standing his ground.]

[Here's the problem. Darin didn't want to hurt this guy at first. Maybe knock him flat to prove a point but now? Now he's involving an innocent Pokémon.]

[Darin's mode just switched from annoyed, to full on rage.]

[Congratulations, Guzma. You're the first person to drive him to that point.]

YOU COWARD! I TOLD YOU THAT I AM NOT GOING TO HARM AN INNOCENT POKEMON JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE A SCUMBAG!!

[Those claws are digging into Darin's forearm and he doesn't look the slightest bit concerned. In fact? He's healing almost instantly.]

You wanted to know my power, didn't you?

[Guzma is entirely unfazed. In fact, he might even be popping a squat all casual like. Watching the show with a cold sort of nonchalance. He knows Golisopod can handle himself.]

Ain't my fault you weren't expectin' a sucker punch like this from a guy like me.

[Golisopod gets that command, and almost likes this way of Guzma's tactics. It's like a game within a game. Golisopod holds his ground, merely waiting for Darin to attempt a strike, so that he can cut him off preemptively with his own.]

[Darin isn't going to hurt a Pokémon. He refuses. But every second this continues he can feel his blood boiling and that is not good. Not for him. Not for this idiot, Guzma. Not for anyone.]

So your power is being a piece of shit. Fine then!

[Darin snarls and digs in, slamming his foot into the ground with enough force to shake the entire property, and then some. Cracks begin spider-webbing their way out from underneath him and Golisopod, the ground beneath them starting to grow unstable. He does it again, further destroying the integrity of the ground under them. Finally, a third time, and this time he pushes off, aiming to push his pokémon back and give himself a little breathing room.]

If that's what you get from it, ain't no skin off my nose.

[The stomping of the foot catches Golisopod off guard, and stills his attack. Guzma, however, seems to keep his balance. This is, of course, thanks to one of his own powers that he might not have meant to activate. But he's playing it cool, yeah it's not like he's totally stuck in his spot due to some weird surface climbing powers that he doesn't quite get how to turn on or off, it's cool.

After the third stomp, and the shove backward, Golisopod steadies himself, all six arms poised for attack.]

That was cute, your little tantrum there. Got respect for a dude who likes a little destruction. But we ain't bothered, right Golisopod?

[Golisopod lets out a low, challenging rumble at Darin.]

Swords dance, yo!

[Golisopod quickly does a few poses, and what looks like almost a dance, before he sharpens his claws off of one another. A light glow coming off of him, that dissipates just as quickly. His strength being increased rather sharply from his little buggy dance. A trainer would know this, but someone unfamiliar? Maybe not.]

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[Needless to say a move like 'sword dance' speaks for itself and the light glinting off of Golisopod's claws further proves Darin's suspicions. You can't fool a blacksmith's eye on something like that.]

[Instinctively, Darin reaches around back to the jet black dao he keeps sheathed at his back.]

[You can't do that. It's not this Pokémon's fault its trainer is a piece of garbage!]

[To prevent himself from making that mistake again, he unsnaps the sheathe and tosses the blade and sheathe aside.]

[Unfortunately, that doesn't necessarily calm Darin down. He knows just how fast a Pokémon can be. He needs to close the gap and get to Guzma, and do it in a way that won't push him over the edge. He doesn't want to kill the idiot.]

...Answer me one question. What are pokémon to you, huh? Are they just weapons? Biggest sword wins sorta deal?

[Guzma and Golisopod both watch Darin as he reaches for that weapon, but that hesitation is interesting. But what's even more interesting is how he tosses the weapon to the side. Golisopod's focus does not shift from Darin himself.]

You really gonna try to get on your high-Ponyta during a battle you practically begged me for?

[There's a few ways Guzma could answer this, he could aim to just be a total asshole... but he wouldn't do that with Golisopod listening. There's goading, but then there's throwing his team under the bus, and he's not about to do that.]

Golisopod and me go way back. We're partners. If you think I don't give a shit about my Pokémon, then you're dead wrong, asshole.

[Golisopod nods.]

So, you can cool it with your moral taurusshit, it's real annoying.

[That...wasn't an answer Darin was exactly expecting. He expected Guzma to go off about 'strength' and 'power.' He expected Guzma to think that his pokémon were a tool. A means of showing force.]

[His expression reads as much. He's actually calmed down a bit.]

...I guess I can kinda see that. He's strong, that's for sure...[Darin eyes Golisopod.]

...A good man taught me that pokémon are strong...but it takes a trainer who really and truly knows and cares for them to bring out their strength. This good man loves all living creatures and it's out of respect for him I won't lay a hand on Golisopod.

[He straightens up.]

...So, I won't.

[He pivots hard and rockets to the side, surprisingly, away from Guzma. He's heading for a support beam, which he slams his heel into with all of his ungodly strength, caving it in like it was made of toothpicks. The roof shudders hard and the squeal of steel ripping starts to fill the air.]

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[Guzma honestly looks bored at what Darin has to say. While it's technically true, and Guzma knows this as well as any trainer worth their weight in Pokébeans, it's annoying to hear from this guy. Idly, he wonders who this weird guru about Pokémon is he's talking about, but not enough to ask.

Probably because he'd be a real bore to deal with, anyway. Too much like Hala, and he'd given up on that guy long ago.]

So you're forfeiting—Huh?!

[Guzma watches as Darin shoots off like a damn rocket, hitting that support beam with impressive strength. The strength he isn't surprised by. The target is. So he won't lay a hand on Golisopod, but he'll knock a building down on him, huh?

Golisopod knows not to stay, not with how the building groans under its own weight and diminishing structural integrity. However, when he looks to Guzma and sees how Guzma isn't moving from his spot, his concern grows. What no one but Guzma knows, is that he's stuck, rooted in place. So, if this was Darin's big show of being some hero, resolving this conflict with non-violence, well. He certainly didn't succeed, did he?]

Great plan, idiot! Won't hurt a Pokémon directly, but indirectly's fine!?

[As the wailing from the steel continues, Golisopod acts quickly. He knows something's off, Guzma wouldn't just sit there like this, and earlier he wasn't jostled by that stomping. He rushes to Guzma, curling over and around him, effectively making himself into a shield as all six arms hold him. Between his diamond-hard carapace, and the fact he can take extreme pressure and impact, the bug isn't too worried about himself, he's just worried about Guzma.]

[Darin smiles.]

Sorry. But even at the worst times I stick to my principles.

[With Golisopod firmly fixated on protecting Guzma, Darin turns and rushes them. He skids to a stop a few feet away from Golisopod and slams his hands into the concrete floor.]

Keep that idiot trainer of yours safe!

[With that, he hoists, the ground cracking and breaking free. The ground that Guzma is stuck to. Once it's free, Darin hurls the portion of the floor with Guzma and Golisopod out of the large front doors, free and clear of impending destruction, as half of the roof caves in on top of him.]

Goddamn idiot!

[Man, Guzma hates guys like Darin. Honestly. These try-hard hero types are just kinda sickening at the best of times. Not that Guzma's in any position to actually complain. Not when his own inability to fully get his powers working is what got him into this goddamn mess! And, I suppose his own shitty attitude.

But with Darin's instruction, Golisopod uses his larger arms to pierce his claws through the ground. He might be holding onto Guzma, but he can't just use Guzma as an anchor point, not when he's as heavy as he is! So, with his hold acting to steady himself, he keeps wrapped around Guzma—who can't see a damn thing that's going on because his face is pressed against a damn giant bug belly!

He can feel it though, and as the slab of ground they're on lands outside, it's almost like the collision knocks Guzma free. But, fortunately Golisopod's hold is able to keep him from bouncing off their little floor frisbee. The sound of the caving in roof isn't comforting, but Golisopod lets Guzma go once it seems to be over.]

Huh. Think he's dead?

[It's asked to Golisopod as they both kind of take in the sight of the wreckage. Maybe it's a little too casual for what just happened, but hey. Guzma don't fear nothing or nobody, and he's dead set on that. Golisopod, however, is less casual about it, letting out a soft, sorrowful Guuuulll... at the rubble.]

Well, I ain't interested in stickin' around and finding out, yo. Lets get the hell outta here.

[Kinda cold, when Darin just saved his ass. But Darin is also who put him in that immediate danger. Equilibrium! Either way, Guzma is going to straight up be walking away from that mess, with a disheartened Golisopod in tow.

Yep, not his concern.]

[It's about fifteen minutes later when the rubble starts to stir. The forge is still standing...it just needs like, most of a new roof. And some new concrete for the floor. And a new support strut. Hey, at least the forge is still in tact! Nothing he can't fix in a week or two of hard labor! Honestly, Darin likes the prospect of the renovation.]

[That said, he has been holding up the caved in roof in silence for the last fifteen minutes. When he doesn't hear Guzma or Golisopod, he pushes the wreckage up and holds it high, looking around.]

... ... ...

[Wow, seriously? He didn't even stick around to see if he died? What a dick! But, more importantly, why didn't Guzma try and get up or bail when the roof was coming down? It's one thing to have faith in your pokémon's ability, but something about the way he played it and Golisopod's reaction irked him.]

...Well, whatever. I'll go ahead and put that in the 'win' column.

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