Roland
Guzma let out a short laugh at the question. "Picked the guy clean up off the floor and threw him across the room. I ain't never been so proud of anyone before *Or* Since." He smiled, looking over at Golisopod again fondly. Something about seeing his little buddy go from being so small and scared to being able to throw a grown man over a couch from eight feet away was nothing short of magical. Having a hand in helping train him up to that point made it that much better. 

"How about you, huh? Seem to remember your past ain't all sunshine an' rainbows either. How you been holdin' up?" While he remembered that Agnes had issues, unfortunately he didn't quite remember what they were. Likely something to do with their parents too, what with the way they seemed to be identifying with him. He felt bad for not remembering, but given that he had the unstable pasts of more than 20 kids listed in his memory, some of the older stuff was bound to get lost.
Teresa
Agnes let out a small chuckle as they rubbed their hands knuckles together, "I always knew the little guy would pull through." They said with a smile.

Their smile fell a little though when he questioned them, "How've I been holding up? By a thread really." They let out a weak laugh, avoiding eye contact, "Most shit probably went south when my dad decided to get a little too testy with an imported ||drug||... Not a pleasant sight to see on a Thursday morning." They spoke with a dry laugh, "I was.. Pretty much fine though, I was already desensitized to all that shit so, what was really different that time around?" They shrugged softly. Falling silent again, it was a flat out lie about being 'perfectly fine.' They looked over at Poppa, who at the time was only a sandile. A wave of guilt washed over them, remembering how the poor thing had to watch them breakdown in a congested bathroom..

"But i mean, things leveled out after that for the most part, sold the house and moved in witha Friend.. Fargo- and we held up fine, it wasn't the lap of luxury but- hey i was happy so I didn't care." They said with a weak laugh, this time actually being able to swallow their tears
Roland
"Imported shit, huh...? It's either really good, or *Really* Bad. Must've drawn the short straw." He sighed. 

He didn't believe for one second that Agnes was really fine. 'Fine' translated to 'I don't want to talk about it'. He'd heard it enough times to know that well. 

"Not livin' in the lap o' luxury... Yeah, know that feelin'. But we do what we gotta. Glad shit levelled out for you." He said, looking across at them. He could see they were on the verge of tears, but he didn't mention it. That was about the most he could do.
Teresa
The hummed softly at his word, "I was pretty much counting the days, so I can't sit here and say I'm suprised." They said with a chuckle.

"I am too, for the most part at least, my pokemon are happy, and honestly its one of the biggest things keepin' me going. It's why i spoil them so much." A small laugh escaped them as they fiddled with the brass and silver rings on their fingers, most of them were fargo's. They inherited just about everything from him once he passed, including his pokemon and sanctuary which puts a dent in a lot of their savings, but they can't bring themself to sell it off to anyone else.
Richard
The fresh breeze flew through the air as Valiente entered the Park. He stretched out hoping to enjoy himself for once and to get ready for his upcoming exhibition match.

"Finally, a nice walk in the park to enjoy myself. Who knows! Maybe I might run into a strong trainer here," He'd say to himself. He walked along a pathway and enjoyed the view around himself
Roland
"I ain't happy with how much I feel that. Livin' for your Pokémon, makin' sure they're livin' their best lives... Not worryin' so much about your own." He sighed, taking his sunglasses from his head for a moment and running a hand through his hair. He ruffled the already messy white strands, then replaced the glasses once he was satisfied it was only as messy as before. 

"Guess I'm guilty o' that too... I spend more time than I should polishin' Scizor. Probably why he's such a dick. Spoiled rotten." He snickered, looking at the steel type. The grumpy Scizor was indeed quite shiny - and currently glaring daggers at the approaching stranger from his position beneath a tree.
Teresa
Agnes let off a soft laugh, "Right? There's times i sahve money off of food for me just to get em stuff that makes my pokemon happy, and dont even get me started on how many times Aeidi has kicked the ladder out from under me while I was washing her." They suddenly felt the Aeidi, their scolipede, loom behind them once again, "Accidentally, of course." They said with a chuckle, reaching their hands up to greet their scolipede again.
Kathy
The air of in the sky was clean and clear. The breeze smelled amazing as chris sat up straight, taking it all in. She closex her eyes, smiling as the wind caught her hair. 

"Isnt it beautiful midas?" She asked, for the charizard to puff out smoke in responce. 

She looked down at the park below, eyes skimming across the scape. They stopped though when they saw some familier red hair,"Midas, its val!" Chris excitidly patted his shoulder, pointing down to the dragon type user.

Midas rolled his eyes, huffing again. "Come on, lets go down and say hi!" She said.

They had somewhere to be. She *Knew*They had somewhere to be. Midas rolled his eyes. Fine. If she wanted to go say hi, she could go say hi. He waited till he was lower and above val... And then suddenly spiraled. 

Chris hadden been paying attention. Next thing she knew they where turning, and she was holding onto nothing, falling to the ground.

"HOLY FUCK, MIDAS, NO!" She screamed,"TO HIGH, TO HIGH!"

Midas let out what was deffinatly a charizards version of a laugh, diving down after her
Richard
As he was making trail, he noticed the whole thing happen above. "Holy shitalking Dragonair!" Val cried out. He sent out Acidstorm, his Shiny Noivern, and hopped on its back. "Fly, Acidstorm! Fly!" He ordered. The Noivern let out a shriek and began to fly up. Just as it was approaching, it slowed down thinking that the Charizard would be able to catch her. Even with that, however, They didn't let their guard down.
Teresa
Agnes perked up at the sudden yelling, and the sudden frenzy their Hydreigon was sent into, scrambling over to them as it burried its head into Agnes out of fear, knocking the wind clean out of them.

Agnes technically didn't catch their Hydreigon. They offered to take him from Kukui, after discovering it had a rather bad vision impairment. In most cases Hydreigon was a mellow pokemon, but when when you scared him, he would grow skiddish

"Sweet Archus Haku-" Agnes wheezed trying their best to comfort the scared pokemon, but it was kind of difficult when they can't even take a deep breath without a stabbing pain.
Roland
Guzma looked up at the sound of a voice screaming. He sat upright from his half reclined position, watching intently at the scene that unfolded all of a sudden out of nowhere. 

"I know sometimes I feel like doin' that too, but I didn't think I'd be seein' someone actually go ahead an' do it today." He muttered, knowing there wasn't anything he could do. If she got low enough for Golisopod to catch her, she'd be moving too fast to save anyway. And it wasn't like Masquerain or Ribombee were big enough to fly up and catch her.
Kathy
"MIDAS, STEEL COMIT!" Chris shouted, realizing he wasnt gonna reach her in time. Midas used steel wing, wrapping them around himself as he went into a spiral, dropping far faster then before. She looked back, ground getting close fast. Oh dear arceus, this is how it ended, wasnt it. 

Midas cut it close, opening his wings in time to catch her last second, pulling her in as he closed the shiny metal again, sending them both crashing into the ground, kicking up dirt and grass.