[attr="class","Vgentemptitle"]A Wild Pokemon Appeared!

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[attr="class","Vgentemptitle"]A Wild Pokemon Appeared!

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ABANDONED PLACES
I GUESS WE KNOW THE SCORE ―

Sparks flickered between the bird and the brown fox. Milwaukee at the attitude-ridden eevee, his temper dipping into dangerous waters. Fran waved a hand through his line of sight listlessly, paying attention to the young man. Perhaps he was better off than she was. 

Just as her thoughts began to wander into how to prod a way out of these caves from the teenager, a wild pokemon erupted a few paces off. A beautiful stallion with flames dancing off its skin. Fran had never see a pokemon like that before. Her farfetch'd waved his stalk angrily, less impressed. 

The whole encounter was rather impressive. Such fury from the small beast. The eevee leaped into action at the command of its trainer and swiftly defeated the ponyta. That thing may have had an attitude bigger than its body, but it had a good handle fighting. Fran wasn't convinced she could train such a disagreeable beast. She turned back to the blonde-haired teenager with a blank stare. He must have some good ideas, or a strong will. 

He attempted to continue the conversation. Fran couldn't decide if she found his aimless wandering for wild pokemon brave, or ignorant. She left the thought unresolved for now. 

As the dark-haired woman was about to reply, a high-pitched bark sounded from beyond. Fran turned to face the noise, her farfetch'd steaming. He wouldn't let that bushy-tailed, punk-ass bitch of a beast one-up him in battle. He flapped his wings and descended from his trainer's shoulder, landing before a red fox pokemon. The wild monster growled. 

The vulpix quickly threw its weight on its front legs and twirled its body around, leaving Milauwkee little time to react. A tail whip landed soundly across his beak, forcing him onto the ground. 

Fran glowered. That bird was fierce and had great fighting potential, but he was too hot-headed right now. She would have to focus on training that into a more controlled temper. 

"Mil, don't freak out. Plant yourself and use brave bird," she called after her companion. Neither of the beasts had a type advantage in this battle, so Fran deducted her best bet was to use the strongest move Milauwkee had in his arsenal. 

The farfetch'd hurled himself onto his webbed feat, his energy manifesting into a powerful blue fire. The feathers on his body quivered with power; the bird's color bounced off the icy rocks, lighting up the gave in a splendid sky-hue. He flew into action, launching across the battlefield, and impacted on the vulpix's snout. The wild beast was thrown against the wall of the cave, and slumped to the ground, knocked out. The farfetch'd stood triumphantly where the wild beast had once been. He turned and flapped his wings, cooing in gloating tones. He wagged his stalk in the eevee's direction once more. 

Fran looked on at her companion, knowing he was damaged more than he let on. Perhaps it was time for him to rest. 

"Not really close to a Ranger," Fran responded to the young man, once again turning to face him. He offered her a drink of his tea. That was very kind of him, and she was feeling the cold of the ice path burrowing into her skin. "Thank you," she sounded softly, reaching for the cup. The woman let the thermos warm her fingers for a few seconds before taking her first sip. 

"We got a little sidetracked. Do you know the way back to the main path?"

581 words. farfetch'd/milauwkee +2 levels.

by sixsmith.

ABANDONED PLACES
I GUESS WE KNOW THE SCORE ―

She passed the thermos back absent-mindedly, brushing fingers with the teenager. The frosted woman reached around her hip to retrieve Milwaukee's pokeball. With a streak of red light, the farfetch'd returned to his trainer. Fran tapped the top of his ball fondly. 

Before the trainers could exchange helpful directions, a small red beast with a peculiar mouth appeared from behind a rock. The wild-haired woman's muscles tensed, feeling hostile. Her hand quickly drew to her belt. 

She released a bouldering giant of a pokemon; her onix, Detroit, was not amused. He was tired, and his foggy eyes dropped to the miniature beast before him. He grumbled lowly, and the magby started. 

Fearful and outmatched, the fire-type released a black smog from his mouth. Fran cupped her hand over her mouth as the field was swallowed by this thick, defensive cloud. 

"Detroit," Fran managed to call out inbetween coughs. "Use rock tomb!" Blinded and eager to finish the fight, the onix willed any and every rock around their surroundings toward the magby. The clearing of the smog signified the battle's conclusion.

But when Fran looked up, she noticed that the powerful attack had loosened more rock than intended. She had been completely cut off from the younger trainer. She hit the mountain of boulders now between them with her first. 

"Looks like we'll have to find another way," she sighed Her eyes fell on the small, knocked-out pokemon before her. Fran considered how long she may be wandering through the ice path. Having a fire-type may not be such a bad idea. 

The woman aimed her pokeball skillfully, launching it at the magby. The device swallowed the wild beast as Fran began to step forward. She hit on of the onix's digits playfully. 

"Look what you've gotten us into.. Let's go ya lazy shit."

303 words. capture attempt. +0 levels.

by sixsmith.