Plumeria returned shortly and looked the pair over. "Not bad," she said. "C'mon, he's waiting in the foyer."
Leading them to the foyer, it was kind of cleaned up by now with most of the recyclables cleaned up with actual good graffiti over the walls in more decorative designs. A far cry from the trash heap it once was. Guzma's formerly broken piles of 2nd place, third place and other trophies, once broken into piles were now proudly displayed on the mantle of a old fireplace with a placement in the Alola Pokemon League Top 4 proudly displaced in the middle. A sign of how far he had come as a person.
And there, lounging like a proud king was Guzma. "So," he said drawling it out. "You're the brats who Old Man Hala sent to me. Huh, I see now why he sent you two here. Yeah, I see it all now."
Uncrossing his legs and standing up, he grinned. "I'm Guzma, the leader of Team Skull! I pride myself in never running away, and beating down the world that rejects me! I see a lot of myself in you two, the regret and the anger... make no mistake I'm not here to coddle you both, but to make you both stronger. And to do that, we're going to train as hard as we can. Night and day in the Team Skull manner. You're going to get your hands dirty, but within the laws of Alola. We're menaces who don't like rules, but we're never criminals or crooks. We don't steal Pokemon, but we do harass and complain. We compete and make friends just as much as people do. We're a family, and Hala knows this. You two, had nowhere else to go when the world tried to bring you both down, and people accepted you. Now... you don't know where to go right now. Am I right?"
Guzma smirked. "You, girl with the sword. Put the sword away. You won't need it here. And you, girl with the magical compact. I see it there. Don't worry, we're not fighting monsters of that sort. Put that away too. Plumeria will keep those safe."
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Leading them to the foyer, it was kind of cleaned up by now with most of the recyclables cleaned up with actual good graffiti over the walls in more decorative designs. A far cry from the trash heap it once was. Guzma's formerly broken piles of 2nd place, third place and other trophies, once broken into piles were now proudly displayed on the mantle of a old fireplace with a placement in the Alola Pokemon League Top 4 proudly displaced in the middle. A sign of how far he had come as a person.
And there, lounging like a proud king was Guzma. "So," he said drawling it out. "You're the brats who Old Man Hala sent to me. Huh, I see now why he sent you two here. Yeah, I see it all now."
Uncrossing his legs and standing up, he grinned. "I'm Guzma, the leader of Team Skull! I pride myself in never running away, and beating down the world that rejects me! I see a lot of myself in you two, the regret and the anger... make no mistake I'm not here to coddle you both, but to make you both stronger. And to do that, we're going to train as hard as we can. Night and day in the Team Skull manner. You're going to get your hands dirty, but within the laws of Alola. We're menaces who don't like rules, but we're never criminals or crooks. We don't steal Pokemon, but we do harass and complain. We compete and make friends just as much as people do. We're a family, and Hala knows this. You two, had nowhere else to go when the world tried to bring you both down, and people accepted you. Now... you don't know where to go right now. Am I right?"
Guzma smirked. "You, girl with the sword. Put the sword away. You won't need it here. And you, girl with the magical compact. I see it there. Don't worry, we're not fighting monsters of that sort. Put that away too. Plumeria will keep those safe."