It was a quiet day on Akala Island.
Deep within the Lush Jungle, a bush rattled. Then, a moment later, a Ledian popped his head out, carrying a number of berries in his four hands. With a shake, he buzzed off deeper into the forest, coming quickly across some kind of campground. There was a bag hanging on a tree, alongside piles of sticks and handmade tools. The Ledian dropped the berries beside an unlit campfire and let out a shrill cry.
After a minute, the one responsible for the campground appeared from the foliage. A boy, only seventeen years old, with a bundle full of loose sticks. Dressed in a heavy trenchcoat, jeans, rather tough-looking boots, and wearing a grey trilby on his head. His neck-length brown hair stuck out from every direction under the hat, looking rather unkempt. He approached the firepit, dumping the sticks on it, and turned to the Ledian before smiling and rubbing it on the head.
"Ey, nice work pal. You ain't happen to have seen Lan around anywhere, 'ave ya?"
As if on cue, the moment he said that, there came additional movement. A large, slender figure drifted from the leaves behind the Ledian, holding a slip of paper of some kind. A Malamar. The Malamar held up the note, towards the boy, who took it with confusion.
"Mar, lamar mala."
"...Whaddya mean, we're late? It said there in the paper, be there at-"
"Mar. Malamar." The Malamar interjected. Confused, the boy looked at the paper again, inspecting it more closely this time. His green eyes widened upon realization.
"OH, CRAP, THAT SAID A.M., NOT P.M.! WE GOTTA GO!" He screeched, panicking as he grabbed a number of things strewn about the campsite. The Malamar groaned, rubbing his face with a tentacle, while the Ledian scrambled about to help the boy gather his belongings. Progressively, additional Pokemon began to gather near the campsite.
First and foremost was a foreboding-in-appearance Trevenant, rumbling towards the campsite on all six of its legs. Without a word from any of the other Pokemon or the boy, the Trevenant began to pick up the scattered items as well. Next came a drifting figure, much like a ghostly rag. A Mismagius, snickering quietly at the boy's misfortune, as if to say "Told you so". Beside the Mismagius was a six-winged insect that glowed luminously in the shade of the trees- A Volcarona, laughing alongside the Mismagius for the same reasons. Lastly, but certainly not least, a titanic, armored figure came trampling into the clearing, a Drapion. The Drapion growled at the surrounding Pokemon, who all returned their sentiments with comments of their own. The boy stood up, staring around at the crew of Pokemon.
"Oh, neat, y'all here already. Aight, I'm gonna need y'all to hang out in your Pokeballs until we get there. It's the easiest way to travel, don't worry. It won't take too long, 'kay? Duke, grab those berries. We might be needin' 'em." The Ledian named Duke buzzed back over to the berries he collected, gathering them up and dropping them into a smaller bag before handing it to the boy. The boy smiled, pulling out a Pokeball, and returned Duke into it. "Aight, y'all too. And Majia, Viola, y'all better have had fun laughin' it up o're there. C'mon Scrat, Barkley." The boy sequentially returned them in order. Majia the Mismagius, Viola the Volcarona, Scrat the Drapion, and Barkley the Trevenant. Only the Malamar remained, tentacles crossed with a snooty look on his face.
"...Awright, awright, so I might'a been way off. Thanks for remindin' me, Lan. Now c'mon, you're the easiest way to the-" The boy was cut off by a cry from above. A Fearow dropped from the sky and stopped just above the ground, calling out at the boy, who smiled in return. "Well, if it ain't Skutch! What ya doin' all the way out 'ere?"
"Lamar, malamar. Mar."
"..You invited 'im? What, didn't feel like doin' it yourself, did ya?" The boy said again, grinning at Lan, the Malamar. Lan chuckled as Collax returned him to his Pokeball as well. He then turned back to Skutch the Fearow. "So you're the ride to Ula'Ula, then? What, was Lan callin' in a favor or somethin'? Ah, don't matter. Let's just get goin'."
Some time later, just outside the hotel of which he was supposed to be at long ago, Skutch dropped low to the ground to allow Collax to hop off. He did so, turning around for a moment to wave as the Fearow flew off with a parting screech. The boy turned back to face the hotel with a huff.
"...Here we go."
The boy released Barkley, who quickly picked up the boy and placed him on his towering head. The Trevenant marched towards the hotel, passing by the authorities as Collax leaned down and presented his Trainer ID and letter of invitation. He was given his key and yanked himself back up Barkley, who stepped lightly into the hotel itself.
The boy was obviously not used to the lavishness of the hotel. Upon entry, he felt completely out of his comfort zone, being accustomed to the outdoors, wilderness. Yet here he was, in a fancy hotel. Oh well.
After eventually reaching the room he was given, room 27, he dropped off all his things in various places through it. With another huff, he released his posse of Pokemon from their balls and stepped out into the hall. His Pokemon followed him out, and he locked the door.
"Awright, we're here. Try not to make a mess of the place, 'kay? I don't got the money to pay for stuff ya break." He said, only semi-joking. "So, meetin' room. Le's go say hi to the rest of the party, eh?"
From there, the boy and his posse clambered their way around the hotel, getting lost and going the wrong direction multiple times. Eventually, they found the meeting room they were headed for. The boy, before opening the doors, took a deep breath. His posse waited behind him, Barkley holding out his arms and scooting them back. He knew was the boy was about to do.
"Some..." He shouted. Then, he lifted up his right leg, turned to the left, and pivoted his left foot he was standing on to the left, thrusting his right leg straight out towards the door with tremendous power. The doors of the meeting room flew open with a resonating THOOM. "-BODY ONCE TOLD ME-!"
