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Introducing the Guildmaster of the Latimas Adventurer’s Guild: Flynt, the Flygon.
A seasoned and well-known explorer turned Guildmaster, Flynt is known for his easygoing nature, upbeat attitude, and unwavering dedication to the members of his guild. Whether he is coordinating expeditions or buried beneath mountains of paperwork, he Tackles every task with enthusiasm—though even he isn’t immune to the monotony of endless progress reports.
Lately, however, one thought keeps crossing his mind:
Why does Team Firesurge keep getting shrunk?
This amazing artwork was created by
sokz
The following story was written by myself.
Experience a typical morning for Flynt…
…and one that begins underfoot for a certain Totodile and Charmander.
Alternative Story Title: Under the Guildmaster's Sole Supervision
It was yet another busy morning at the Latimas Adventurer’s Guild. The Guildmaster, Flynt, had just finished conducting the morning briefing and was on his way back to his office.
Something was strange, however. Cress wasn’t in his room, yet it looked like he’d been in the middle of documenting all the new relics brought back from the Ashroot Caverns expedition.
Perhaps he’s taking a walk outside to clear his head, Flynt thought.
Then there was that matter of those two rookies ditching Firrin during an urgent mission. Earlier, Flynt had asked Kai, their Alolan Raichu transportation specialist, to give him a lift back. He wasn’t quite sure how Kai always managed to get the guild members or even the clients back quickly and safely, but whatever he did it was undeniably efficient.
Thinking back on the morning address, Riff seemed to be in high spirits, an unusual attitude for the Pokémon. Flynt couldn’t recall a time he’d seen the Toxtricity this cheery… he’d have to ask him later if he made some kind of discovery or maybe he just had a good night’s sleep.
“Oh, Guildmaster, there you are.”
An Alolan Raichu floated up to the Flygon, a smug expression plastered on his face as he struggled to withhold a laugh.
“I delivered Firrin to your office as you requested, sir.” As he said this, his toes gave a little scrunch of delight, which went unnoticed by the dragon.
Flynt smiled. “Great! Thank you, Kai! I don’t know how you do it, but you always get them here quick.”
Kai just chuckled, gave a lazy nod, and floated off.
Flynt waved and continued toward his office. When he opened the door, he looked around, confused to find that Firrin was nowhere in sight.
“Huh? Maybe he stepped out for a moment?” the Guildmaster innocently thought aloud as he entered the room.
He sat down at his desk and booted up his computer with a sigh, curling his toes beneath his desk. The one thing he hated most? Reviewing paperwork. Budgets, bills, endless expedition reports. The only ones he truly enjoyed were the summaries from Cress’s archaeological findings. After all, Cress had a unique perspective and knowledge that no other Pokémon had.
After reviewing the reports for a few moments, Flynt yawned, propping his head up with a hand. His thoughts drifted towards Team Firesurge.
Where were those two, anyway? he wondered as he skimmed through one of the dry expedition reports, a bit bored.
A few moments earlier…
Kai floated into the Guildmaster’s office through the window.
“Guildmaster! I’m bac—”
The Alolan Raichu scanned the room, noticing that the Flygon wasn’t at his desk yet.
“Oh, well~” he shrugged.
He lifted his foot sideways to see Firrin still plastered to his tail, but with a surprising twist. Somehow the Charmander had gotten even smaller during their trip.
Kai’s smirk widened. “Looks like someone shrank even more on the way here. Lucky little guy~ Never seen someone react like that to a Minimize Seed before.”
He just shrugged again. “Not my problem.”
He moved his foot in front of Firrin, just as the dazed Pokémon was coming to his senses to spot a massive white toe looming in front of him.
“Special delivery for Guildmaster Flynt~”
Before Firrin could object, Kai flicked him with a toe—slingshotting the fire lizard off his tail and under the Guildmaster’s desk.
Firrin found himself faceplanting into one of the tiles beneath the desk as the Raichu floated out of the window with a chuckle.
“I hate that Raichu…” Firrin muttered, his limbs sprawled out on the ground.
“Firrin?” a voiced echoed nearby.
The Charmander turned his head, groaning, and saw a blurry blob of blue racing toward him. As it got closer, his vision cleared.
“C-Cress?” he blinked in disbelief, pushing himself upright. “What the hell? Why are you small, too?!”
“W-Well, i-it’s a long story,” Cress stuttered, looking away and rubbing the back of his head. “Uh… Vera somehow activated that Mew figure and well… I had to get Riff’s help.”
Firrin stared at Cress for a moment, eyes half-lidded. “And?”
Cress froze. “I-I really don’t want to talk about it. It’s… degrading. A-Anyway! I’ve been down here for the last hour trying to figure out how to get on top of the desk and—”
Before Cress could finish, the floor quaked.
Both of them turned toward the door as two massive green feet stomped into view, each step shaking the ground like an earthquake. With a loud creak, the Guildmaster’s chair groaned as the Flygon sat down, his colossal foot looming above them.
The two stared upward in stunned silence as this toes curled casually in the air.
Cress began to panic. “W-We have to get aw—”
SMACK.
Flynt’s foot came down with a loud thud, pinning them instantly. Both Pokémon were smooshed under the Flygon’s sole, utterly trapped.
It looked like it would be a while before the Guildmaster realized where those two he’d been thinking about had ended up.
A version with Flynt's sole and toes dirtied was posted here to once again celebrate hitting 100 watchers!
A seasoned and well-known explorer turned Guildmaster, Flynt is known for his easygoing nature, upbeat attitude, and unwavering dedication to the members of his guild. Whether he is coordinating expeditions or buried beneath mountains of paperwork, he Tackles every task with enthusiasm—though even he isn’t immune to the monotony of endless progress reports.
Lately, however, one thought keeps crossing his mind:
Why does Team Firesurge keep getting shrunk?
This amazing artwork was created by
sokzThe following story was written by myself.
Experience a typical morning for Flynt…
…and one that begins underfoot for a certain Totodile and Charmander.
Alternative Story Title: Under the Guildmaster's Sole Supervision
It was yet another busy morning at the Latimas Adventurer’s Guild. The Guildmaster, Flynt, had just finished conducting the morning briefing and was on his way back to his office.
Something was strange, however. Cress wasn’t in his room, yet it looked like he’d been in the middle of documenting all the new relics brought back from the Ashroot Caverns expedition.
Perhaps he’s taking a walk outside to clear his head, Flynt thought.
Then there was that matter of those two rookies ditching Firrin during an urgent mission. Earlier, Flynt had asked Kai, their Alolan Raichu transportation specialist, to give him a lift back. He wasn’t quite sure how Kai always managed to get the guild members or even the clients back quickly and safely, but whatever he did it was undeniably efficient.
Thinking back on the morning address, Riff seemed to be in high spirits, an unusual attitude for the Pokémon. Flynt couldn’t recall a time he’d seen the Toxtricity this cheery… he’d have to ask him later if he made some kind of discovery or maybe he just had a good night’s sleep.
“Oh, Guildmaster, there you are.”
An Alolan Raichu floated up to the Flygon, a smug expression plastered on his face as he struggled to withhold a laugh.
“I delivered Firrin to your office as you requested, sir.” As he said this, his toes gave a little scrunch of delight, which went unnoticed by the dragon.
Flynt smiled. “Great! Thank you, Kai! I don’t know how you do it, but you always get them here quick.”
Kai just chuckled, gave a lazy nod, and floated off.
Flynt waved and continued toward his office. When he opened the door, he looked around, confused to find that Firrin was nowhere in sight.
“Huh? Maybe he stepped out for a moment?” the Guildmaster innocently thought aloud as he entered the room.
He sat down at his desk and booted up his computer with a sigh, curling his toes beneath his desk. The one thing he hated most? Reviewing paperwork. Budgets, bills, endless expedition reports. The only ones he truly enjoyed were the summaries from Cress’s archaeological findings. After all, Cress had a unique perspective and knowledge that no other Pokémon had.
After reviewing the reports for a few moments, Flynt yawned, propping his head up with a hand. His thoughts drifted towards Team Firesurge.
Where were those two, anyway? he wondered as he skimmed through one of the dry expedition reports, a bit bored.
A few moments earlier…
Kai floated into the Guildmaster’s office through the window.
“Guildmaster! I’m bac—”
The Alolan Raichu scanned the room, noticing that the Flygon wasn’t at his desk yet.
“Oh, well~” he shrugged.
He lifted his foot sideways to see Firrin still plastered to his tail, but with a surprising twist. Somehow the Charmander had gotten even smaller during their trip.
Kai’s smirk widened. “Looks like someone shrank even more on the way here. Lucky little guy~ Never seen someone react like that to a Minimize Seed before.”
He just shrugged again. “Not my problem.”
He moved his foot in front of Firrin, just as the dazed Pokémon was coming to his senses to spot a massive white toe looming in front of him.
“Special delivery for Guildmaster Flynt~”
Before Firrin could object, Kai flicked him with a toe—slingshotting the fire lizard off his tail and under the Guildmaster’s desk.
Firrin found himself faceplanting into one of the tiles beneath the desk as the Raichu floated out of the window with a chuckle.
“I hate that Raichu…” Firrin muttered, his limbs sprawled out on the ground.
“Firrin?” a voiced echoed nearby.
The Charmander turned his head, groaning, and saw a blurry blob of blue racing toward him. As it got closer, his vision cleared.
“C-Cress?” he blinked in disbelief, pushing himself upright. “What the hell? Why are you small, too?!”
“W-Well, i-it’s a long story,” Cress stuttered, looking away and rubbing the back of his head. “Uh… Vera somehow activated that Mew figure and well… I had to get Riff’s help.”
Firrin stared at Cress for a moment, eyes half-lidded. “And?”
Cress froze. “I-I really don’t want to talk about it. It’s… degrading. A-Anyway! I’ve been down here for the last hour trying to figure out how to get on top of the desk and—”
Before Cress could finish, the floor quaked.
Both of them turned toward the door as two massive green feet stomped into view, each step shaking the ground like an earthquake. With a loud creak, the Guildmaster’s chair groaned as the Flygon sat down, his colossal foot looming above them.
The two stared upward in stunned silence as this toes curled casually in the air.
Cress began to panic. “W-We have to get aw—”
SMACK.
Flynt’s foot came down with a loud thud, pinning them instantly. Both Pokémon were smooshed under the Flygon’s sole, utterly trapped.
It looked like it would be a while before the Guildmaster realized where those two he’d been thinking about had ended up.
A version with Flynt's sole and toes dirtied was posted here to once again celebrate hitting 100 watchers!
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