[It must be a cold day in hell if Decidueye spotted this asshole and thought he was a good choice to offer help. Thankfully, the bird doesn't have to get too close for Guzma to spot - it is a fairly large pokemon, and a pokemon that he recognizes right away...given it's a local species from his home region. He's startled when he first sees it - no one else he knows has pokemon here and--
...Wait. Didn't the kahuna's grandson have a Decidueye? Guzma blinks, scowling as he chews his lip in thought. It's right around the time newcomers start to appear, and these dream-like scapes start to occur like crazy. He curses under his breath and begins the trek through the wild, overgrown forest. That malasada muncher was always a bit clueless...and in a place like this, being clueless can get you killed. He puts two fingers into his mouth and whistles loudly to get the pokemon's attention - he sees you there, Fly Guy, lead on.
Following the ghostly owl's shadow at a run, vaulting over felled trees and rotting logs, Guzma slaps ferns and branches out of his face until he reaches the small clearing where Ray is held aloft by the tree's vines and branches. That is definitely not the kahuna's grandson, and Guzma doesn't even recognize the kid in the slightest. Some random, no-name trainer? Why the hell would anyone just grab Joe Shmoe here out from Alola? Whatever...this place never made any sense regardless. Snorting as the kid wriggles about like a Wurple on a hook, Guzma begins to laugh as he strides forward.]
Keep moving like that, kiddie Caterpie, and y'all will attract something ready to take a tasty chunk outta ya.
Do it for the Vine
...Wait. Didn't the kahuna's grandson have a Decidueye? Guzma blinks, scowling as he chews his lip in thought. It's right around the time newcomers start to appear, and these dream-like scapes start to occur like crazy. He curses under his breath and begins the trek through the wild, overgrown forest. That malasada muncher was always a bit clueless...and in a place like this, being clueless can get you killed. He puts two fingers into his mouth and whistles loudly to get the pokemon's attention - he sees you there, Fly Guy, lead on.
Following the ghostly owl's shadow at a run, vaulting over felled trees and rotting logs, Guzma slaps ferns and branches out of his face until he reaches the small clearing where Ray is held aloft by the tree's vines and branches. That is definitely not the kahuna's grandson, and Guzma doesn't even recognize the kid in the slightest. Some random, no-name trainer? Why the hell would anyone just grab Joe Shmoe here out from Alola? Whatever...this place never made any sense regardless. Snorting as the kid wriggles about like a Wurple on a hook, Guzma begins to laugh as he strides forward.]
Keep moving like that, kiddie Caterpie, and y'all will attract something ready to take a tasty chunk outta ya.