MISSION: Matriarchal Meltdown

Leon's grip on Spooks tightened ever so slight as she mentioned the word stylus. No, that can't be right. He quickly ran his eyes over the flyer again and paled as war flashbacks began to run through his head. He hated ranger styled pokemon calming, it made him want to pull out his hair. Internally screaming, he looked back at Darcy as she awaited his response. 

"I...Yeah, seems like it. Well I have mine somewhere around." If he wanted to be honest, he would have told her that he threw his in a corner and let it collect dust. He had to build a bridge and get over it, he had to repay her back for those delicious cookies. 

His face felt warm as she linked arms with his. He never been this close to a girl before and now that he got a better look, Darcy was cute. Shaking his head, he looked forward and focused. "Ah Darcy, could you wait at the front, I need my Styler." He just hoped he could find it without making her wait any longer than she needed to. 

Leon rushed back to his room and began the frantic search for his styler. He turned his bedroom upside down but it was no use. Pacing, he couldn't think of what to do. Spooks watched his trainer stress and chew on something as he did. Leon paced back and fourth before stopping and slowly looking at Spooks who had the Styler in his mouth the whole time. "WHY?!" He grabbed it and rushed back to Darcy at the entranced, completely puffed out.

"Got ...it" He said, holding it up with some drool on it. Don't ask.

The forest was supposed to be calm but as they walked deeper, the damage around the area proved something was wrong. Leon wasn't too scared given how many angry pokemon he had encountered but he could sense Darcy wasn't as confident. "Here." he offered her a lemon drop candy to calm her nerves, it always helped him.

He kept an eye out for the strange pokemon and was ready to grab his pokeball.

"You make it sound like you want them to ambush us." he chuckled as they walked. He glanced down at the footprints for a moment before noticing some dirt moving. Looking up, he turned around and saw a horde of angry Nidoran charging towards them. Grabbing Darcy, he moved them both out of the way before they were trampled.

The Nidoran skidded to a halt and faced to duo, angered and ready to used their spikes to poison them. Leon quickly pulled out his pokeball and released his Frillish, Queenie to battle.

Such grace and skill. Leon could barely look away as she used her styler with such style! He shook his head and approached the Nidoran as they calmed down. "That was amazing. I'm glad I didn't try otherwise we would be pin cushions." he sweated before reaching out and checking on the health of the pokemon. They were in good condition, tired but good.

He reached out and started to unclipped the amulets from their necks to free them. Once he removed the collars, they skittered off into the bushes. "I wonder how many are there we have to tame." He mostly meant Darcy because Leon knew he would either anger the pokemon more with his dance styler moves or poke out an eye he was so uncoordinated with it.