As the boat pulled finally pulled into the harbour, a spiky-haired young lady lazily made her way up to the deck to have a look. Slouching with her hands in the pockets of her baggy trousers, she had a face that screamed "Pssh, whatever, am I supposed to be impressed or something?" as she cast her sights on Jadeton for the first time. With no paritcular haste about her, she shrugged and returned to her quarters, grabbing a cheap-looking sack that contained her belongings and threw it over her shoulder, recklessly knocking it against the sole, peculiar-looking Pokéball around her waist. She wasn't shy about the frustrated grunt she let out as she was swept into the mass of trainers disembarking the ship, shooting a menacing snarl to one poor boy who had curiously look in her direction when she did so. Though she couldn't have been any less interested in some snore-inducing orientation, apparently attendance was a requirement to then register and participate in the Avant League, so all the sour-faced Téa could do was begrudingly follow the crowd onwards into the Pokémon Centre.
Though it may feel repetitive to say, the monotonous presentation on the Avant League's rules and quirks was predictably mind-numbing. Téa rocked back and forth frustratedly in a chair that was very clearly not designed as a rocking chair.
"Get onnnnn with it!" her croaky voice called out from the midst of the crowded room full of trainers. They were all politely listening, or at least being quiet, to this truly direly dull speech, but they were clearly just being Blaziken-shits. Like, for goodness sake, c'mon, not one of these losers had thought to ask the senile guy to even finish his sentences! 'Sink Or A-' this and 'Sink Or A-' that... sink or a what!? Why was everyone just going along with this dumb meeting when even the guy in charge of it cared even less about whatever berserking nonsense he was meant to be telling them about than she did?
Vexed though she was, Téa conceded she was stuck here for the duration. If she hadn't already drawn attention to herself with her rowdy ruckus, she'd have just walked back out the door and gotten the damn registration done with already, but she didn't want to get herself in any trouble or nothing. With an audible groan, she leaned back in her chair and felt her soul decomposing as the lecturer prattled on. Further increasing her irritation was the strange ball on belt, shaking around as annoyingly as its owner. With a grimace, she gave the top of the ball an annoyed flick. It was bad enough that the weirdo inside was disobedient in battle, but it was even unruly in its Pokéball... could she not pretend it didn't exist for even five minutes? Thinking about the partner she was stuck with for the moment only made her mood worse. Hopefully once this registration slog was done with, she could hurry out and catch something else so she'd never have to look at this... thing again...
"What are ya stupid?" she growled, "It's with a little apostrophe thingy over the e! There's no y! Freakin' 'Teyah', c'mon, seriously? You don't got schools here in Avant or somethin'?"
"Aaaand thank you for that, Miss Keahi! Now we just need to register your partner!"
The irksomely perky attendant helping Téa with her registration was met with a swift grimace. So much for the whole 'pretend that thing doesn't exist' bit she had been planning on. Despite her desperation to leave orientation and her general impatience, Téa was now one of the last trainers remaining in the Centre still filling out their forms. Her attitude hadn't been making it easy. She'd been abrasive giving in her personal info, though she'd never admit that was because she'd worry about someone overhearing and remembering her recent disasterous display at the Alola championship. Following that, after a lengthy correction on the nature of 'Sink Aura', she'd just ended up Bouffalantshitted her way through that entire section, pulling the name of her old hangout outside Po Town off the top of her head for naming her Aura. But of course, now they needed to register her Pokémon... all one of them... urgh...
Reluctantly unclipping it from her waist, Téa held up the Beast Ball and unleashed the bizarre creature within. With a flamboyant twirl, it appeared, striking a pose that may have been considered flashy if not for the fact its head fell off and began rolling away. So creepy.
"My, that certainly is a unique partner you've got yourself there!" the attendant laughed, attempting to mask their own unsettled disturbance at this sight, "What's your little bud's name, Miss Keahi?"
Téa scratched her chin. What had she named them again? It had been so spur the moment at the Alola conference, and with everything that happened afterwards, she had locked the memory away somewhere in the darkest corners of her mind.
"Th-their name..." she stuttered, "Well, they're... ya know, they're a weird... creepy little... exploding disco guy..."
The attendant stared blankly for a bit, slowly realising they weren't going to get a much better answer than that, "How unique! It's a little long though, sooooo I'll just write down Guy if that's ok with you, Miss Keahi!"
"Guy... right, that was it," Téa frowned as she watched the head of her Ultra Beast partner roll right out the Centre's door, "I was gettin' some deja vu with this..."
She let out another sigh, but this one was less of an irritated frustration and more... sad. Her mind raced back to simpler times, when naming her Pokémon had been so fun and personal. She remembered being a little kid and naming her first partner, a Grimer... her parents said that Hunkagunka wasn't a real name, but that little guy loved it. She remembered setting off on a proper journey after big sis encouraged her, and her first real capture. Gosh, she missed Abe. She missed Hunkagunka too. She missed the lot of them. Maybe her friends were right, maybe she was being selfish, running off to Avant. Was it really too late to go home and try to fix things? Things with the Aether Foundation had really gotten messy, but maybe if she just sucked up her pride and went back, she could--
Her bitter trail of memories was shaken off course by the interruption of a rabble of screaming outside.
"Aw malasadas," she scowled, shaking herself back to reality, "Sounds like someone found, uh, Guy." Indeed, she watched as the flailing body of her Pokémon scurried away from her out the door, in search of their head. She rolled her eyes in annoyance and turned back to the attendant, "Yo, put a pause on my stuff for a sec, I gotta make sure that lil' creep gets back in one piece."
"We're more or less done here anyway, Miss Keahi!" the attendant shrugged, a displeased Téa tapping her foot impatiently as they continued, "But it sounds like there might be a commotion outsi-"
"Alright, alright whatever dude!" she called as she hurried away, turning back briefly to give a surprisingly polite and mellow wave goodbye in the traditional Alolan fashion, before exiting the building right into another mess.
A swarm of unfamiliar Pokémon seemed to be attacking the town, led by a large, even more unfamiliar creature.
"Oh snap," Téa scowled with shock, "They got Totems here too? And down in their towns even!? Where the heck is that balloon-headed weirdo!?"
As some younger trainers dashed by attempting to flee, she tripped one up for trying to shove past her. Rude kid. But as they fell, she caught sight of her Blacephalon past where they had been blocking her vision. The little creep was dribbling his head like a basketball and casually prancing around between the attacking Morgrem. As always, it was just one big game to that bratty alien. Hesitant to actually chase after a Pokémon she didn't even particularly like, Téa's attention was grabbed by a sudden flashy display, as a Poliwhirl knocked one of the impish attackers sky high.
The Waterfall technique was effective, but sprayed a bit of water out around the area, some of which splashed against the onlooking trainer.
"URK! COME ON!" she roared, far more disgruntled by her slightly wet hair and shirt than the invasion of these berserk Pokémon. Her eyes darted around looking for the Poliwhirl's trainer, spotting a group of trainers nearby. Red in the face from anger and embarrassment both, (despite the fact that her top was only wet enough to annoy her, not expose her) she stomped her way over to them, not thinking enough about her intimidating gait to stop herself giving another Alolan wave, "HEY! Which one of you freakin' perverts think now is an appropriate time to go around gettin' cute girls like me all wet n shit!? You got no priorities or somethin'? Huh? We should be stompin' these chuckleheads to the curb, not startin' wet t-shirt contests! What's wrong with ya!?"
Hearing their trainer's voice, Guy's body did a cartwheel over to her side, standing upright in another flashy pose. Their head dropped down from above perfectly into place, though how it'd gotten so airborne in the first place, who could say... She chose to ignore him.