Project: Titans -- A Pokemon Story (OC x Piers)

Chapter 32

"Okay, first things first, we make a list of the materials at hand." I had just been let out of my cage-like cell, and my gears were already turning and churning out ideas I had yet to put into motion. I had Business Fever, as my father affectionately nicknamed it, and it meant I was in the mood to get something done.

"All participating members who wish to aid me in repairing the clubhouse must form a line. No, not single file, boneheads; shoulder to shoulder, so I can count you all!" Rearranging themselves into a line, I went down the rows of Team Yell, and assigned each of them to their jobs.

"You, go with Group Screech and see if you can find those Clobbopus. Use the cardboard to protect yourself. Yes, I know their punches can shatter bones, but what can I do about it?! We need those Clobbopus, they're our hammers! Now stop whining and get moving!

Group Snarl, go round up the Zigzagoon and Linoone. Their claws will make great saws. Yes, I know they're feral. Just give them a bag of potato chips and they're tame as a Purrloin. Chris! Margaret! Make sure your Zigzagoon and Linoone are out. They can work out diplomacy with the wild ones.

Group Shriek, go clear out the streets. Those boxes and metal containers can be used as supplies, and there might be some old nails we can use. Plus, if one of us falls from somewhere we don't kill ourselves by landing on a broken bottle or something. I don't care if it's boring! Would you rather have your legs broken by a Clobbopus? Yeah, I didn't think so.

Group Shout! Go looking for those Mareanie! Yes, I know they're poisonous, but that's not the point! Oh. Oh, I see what I did there. Bad pun, sorry, but did you have a better idea on how to get our nails? No? Then don't question my orders and get to work! Joshua! Stop pretending to hide behind that cardboard box and get with your group! You too, Drapion! Group Scream, you guys are with me!"

Marnie was looking at me with total awe, and perhaps a small bit of regret for putting me in charge of a whole city population, even if it was only 27 people. "So, Marnie, where is your brother usually at this time of day?" I asked once my group got their heads on straight, and more or less were ready to move out.

"Well, most of the time he's in our apartment, but I think I saw him makin' his way down the street. He's probably out takin' a walk or somethin', but I don't really know," she responded, tugging on one of her pigtails anxiously.
"Perfect," I grinned, waving to everyone to follow me. "Marnie, lead the way."

She led us down backways and empty streets until I caught a glimpse of white hair from the main sidewalk. Signalling everyone to stop, I gestured for one of the female Team Yell members, named Julia, to get out there and distract him. "I still don't know 'bout this," she murmured, eying Piers nervously. "I mean, technically, he's my boss, so this'd be like treason."

"No it won't," I said, watching to make sure he didn't get away. "Think of it as engaging him in polite conversation while I gather materials for a surprise."
"You're plannin' to use his Malamar without askin' his permission. You're basically stealin'."
"Well, it's hard to shine that penny, but trust me. It's worth it."

Taking a deep breath, she made her way out of the alley we were hiding in and into the light. She followed behind him for a few yards before calling out to him. Turning, they started chatting, and I slowly crept out and around to get behind Piers.

Just as I was about to grab the first dusk ball out of his jacket pocket, they started walking again and it took a lot of my willpower not to turn and run into the alley. Then, I realized they weren't walking my way; They were walking back towards the gym.

Panicking, I followed them back into the stadium, where Piers yelled in surprise when he saw my cell devoid of, well, me. Before he could shout any orders, though, I grabbed his collapsed microphone sticking out of his back pocket, stretched it to full size, and just as he turned to see me I brought the heavy, metal end down on his head with a satisfying klunk, dropping him like a stone. "Ooh, that felt good," I grinned, struggling to resist the urge to hit him again.

"Blimey," Marnie mumbled, staring at her older brother's limp form lying on the stadium floor. "I didn't know you were gonna do that."
"One of the necessary evils of life," I said, collapsing the stand with the push of a button. Impressive.

"Like stealing, or marriage. In order to help your brother's legion, we needed to do this under his nose. And since he has eyes everywhere, we needed to knock him out to shut those eyes. It was either that or blinding him." Marnie looked unconvinced.

I decided to ignore her and pocket the microphone stand. It was a pretty cool gadget, in my opinion, and my personal collection of gadgets consisted of my Converse collection (one widened into water skis, another opened into roller blades), my Pokemon box link, and my Rotom phone. "Don't worry, I'm not going to keep it," I rolled my eyes when Marnie frowned at me. "Come on. Help me find what dusk ball Malamar's in."