At 13 years old, Luna was hailed the world’s saviour. The title didn’t hold as much prestige as it sounded though. It seemed, nowadays, more and more kids saved the world from their respective continent’s bad guys. Years back, it had been some kid named after a… colour? They had a mafia group hell bent on conquering the world apparently.
But the Team Skull Administrator digresses, Luna proceeded to Whirlpool her way through the newly built Pokémon league; growing stronger and stronger, like the kid didn’t already gain the approval of a Legendary Pokémon through battle. Selazzle’s Flamethrower couldn’t hold a flame in comparison to Luna’s brightness, or so she heard.
Times were peaceful for a while in Po Town. Not much news came off the successful trial-goer save the occasional sightings in every apparel shop respectively in Alola. Ever. Luna’s love for shopping was no big secret.
Furthermore, considering the strength she possessed, in addition to the amulet coin Luna was sure to have, Plumeria supposed Luna had at least some form of backbone in her reckless spending veins to rely on.
Plumeria, on the other hand, simply reverted back doing what she always did, being a Muk basically (‘and training, I guess.’). Team Skull might’ve been sponsor-less once more, but their reputation’s improved with some good words here and there by a Kahuna’s grandson- Hau- or something.
Plus, Guzma got a job.
It was later in the year, however, that one of Plumeria’s cute little brothers popped in with understandable shock, sweat running down his forehead that wasn’t from the rain. Exclaiming, “Big sis, she’s back yo! Stronger than eva’, ya girl Luna’s returned!”
Plumeria would deny till the day she died, that her eyes certainly did not pop out of their sockets, nor did she pale from the flurry of butterflies churning in her stomach… quit laughing, numbskull!
The young hero was standing by their creaky wooden doorway, body relaxed and against the rotting frame. Wearing naught but a simple white tee and a ripped pair of jeans, her pale arms crossed against her chest. Today’s contacts were blue with a nude lipstick colour. Plumeria recalled Luna’s wine-red hair looking darker underneath the flickering dim lights. “Hi.” The trial completer smiled.
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“Luna? What’re you doing here? Guzma’s by the Aether’s, if you’re asking.”
“No, I’m not,” she giggled softly. “Just defeated the champion. Ran here as fast as I could.”
“Explain.”
“What do you think about a new chandelier?”
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The new chandelier was great- not that Plumeria admitted it. The elegant frame of metal was coated gold and installed with working lightbulbs that weren’t broken. It hadn’t even a speck of rust nor any indents from a grunt’s Raticate having chewed on it.
Understand Plumeria’s shock; the new house piece wasn’t even left on the floor, blocking the right stairway to Guzma’s side of the house. Instead, Machamp workers were hired to hang it right and proper in the middle on the room, attached to the ceiling.
Faster than an Aerodactyl, the old chandelier was cleaned up and driven away for recycling. Luna hired a cleaning crew with literally one call only. Not many words were said, “I need a crew, please.” Plumeria quoted. Just like that, on the very next day, Team Skull’s streets and walls were scrubbed spick and span.
Plumeria pretends she doesn’t hear the soft cries of some of her dumb cute brothers and sisters. They mourn the loss of their graffiti. The very ones Plumeria hadn’t the heart to say were ugly (“It’s literally just a bop of paint, Plume.”) Smeargle knew what they could do with a brush and some paint.
The newly made champion then proceeded to tell her that she’d need Plumeria’s permission to do anything more than that. The offer was awfully tempting. Everything- by that, the Shady House, plus, every side home- would be cleaned. All at half price and paid by yours truly (Luna); the benefits of knowing the owner of the only cleaning company in Alola, or so she claimed.
Not one to ruin a good opportunity, the Big Sis of Team Skull made an easy decision. “Sure,” She said. And proceeded to sign whatever documents the current successor and owner of the Janitor’s association, Ace-trainer turned Janitor, Chase, handed to Plumeria.
In 6 months, every bedroom, living area and storage room in the Shady House was cleared. Not even the sad excuse of a kitchen was spared. Luna insisted in selling the honest-to-Arceus crumbling metal shelves to a recycling company. Plumeria couldn’t deny her. Team Skull knew how to be grateful, contrary to what the public thought.
Luna wasn’t one to rush, so they didn’t forget to pre-order the house before clearing everything either. On the first month, Luna made it her life’s goal to drag at least 4 members of the family to go shopping with her for furniture and beds at every warehouse in existence.
Plumeria only went for the first 2 trips. By then, it became obvious that shopping with Luna with an actual legitimate reason to shop was downright dangerous.
Team Skull grew afraid. Very afraid.
“The look in her eyes ain’t normal yo.”
“She’s lost it, man.”
“Girl, I don’t think we need more beds than we already do, yea? You gotta lay off those tables too, champ. Hey, we gotta go. We… gotta… GO?! Oh em gee. grunts, we gotta drag this girl outta here!”