Isaiah Wright is an introverted, nonchalant teenage boy who never puts himself in the spotlight. After training under Alder for nearly 5 years, at the late age of 15, he finally decides to become a pokémon trainer.
The fear of failing to meet exp...
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~Team Xûl Headquarters, Snowpoint City~
Snowpoint City was known for only a few things, huge amounts of snow, a running gym, and Snowpoint Temple. There was a small run-down shack to the left of the temple. The splintered wooden door barely hung on by its last henge. It was moderately snowed in, where it wasn't visible from afar. Once inside, there wasn't much to see, but its trashed interior.
Two grunts cautiously looked over their shoulder as they entered the abandoned shack. There were broken chairs and tables scattered throughout the room. The grunts made their way to a dusty bookshelf at the back. They looked behind them once more before correctly fixing the only knocked down book.
The bookcase moved over towards the right and revealed a steel door with the Team Xûl logo on the front. The bookcase slowly returned to its original position, when it stopped the book fell back down. The halls were dark, due to the black wall paint and red colored flooring.
"Saint showing up at the GTS to help out saved us," the scrawny grunt said.
The burly built grunt scoffed, "yeah, big time. Those two brats have been interfering with everything."
Many electric, dark, and rock-type Pokémon were seen following behind other members through the halls. The grunts greeted their colleagues as they chatted on their way to make a report.
The scrawny grunt nodded his head, "yeah they've been a real pain in the ass—"
The grunts stopped abruptly when they nearly bumped into a Team Xûl executive, Vraxx.
"S-Sir we were on our way to report to you," the bully grunt stuttered.
Vraxx's green eyes stared down the two grunts, reading their energy. He got a rise out of seeing his subjects cower in his presence. Something about feeling the power he never had as an ex-grunt of Team Magma.
Vraxx cleared his throat, "seeing you two here, I will assume everyone made it back from the mission in Jubilife?"
"Y-Yes Sir!" The scrawny grunt said.
A sly grin appeared on Vraxx's face, he then stepped between the two grunts not making eye contact with either one.
"Had our mission failed, because of your incompetence I would've seen to your immediate release...permanently." Vraxx heard one of the grunts gulp and it fed his ego.
"No more slip-ups in my unit. You want to run amuck, join Scarlett's unit. Weakness won't be tolerated... Am I making myself clear?" The grunts nodded repeatedly.
"Carry on," Vraxx finished. They sped walked away and joined the nearest group of members. The sounds of clicking heels echoed through the hall. Vraxx noticed that annoying noise anywhere and it didn't sound too friendly of a walk.
"Speaking of the devil," he whispered as he spotted her aggressively twisting with each step. She locked eyes with him and he knew whatever she had to say was important.
