The facade put on by the Pikachu continued—despite not getting exactly what he wanted. The pointed ears of the 'adorable little shit' twitched. Those round eyes darted upward, above both Pokémon and human a distinct Flying type Pokémon circled where they both stood—an armored bird not native to this section of the region. It called with a screech, the powerful cry echoing throughout the entire route. For the briefest of moments, the electric mouse grimaced, he knew of the Pokémon circling above them and he knew exactly who that screech of a cry was notifying. Pikachu catches himself, smiling again, taking a few steps away from the female—practically dismissing himself in PokéTalk; probably giving her 1001 reasons why he could no longer talk. After the excuses, he would turn around and begin running down the road. However, the little monster wouldn't get very far; a figure would emerge from behind a tree and snatch the fleeing Pokémon up with both arms.

"You little piece of shit! I outta sell your punk ass on the black market! I know people that know people that know people that'll pay a pretty penny for a little fuck like you!" The human exclaims, struggling with the Pokémon; Pikachu slapping and kicking in attempt to free himself from the grip of the human. That was until hazel eyes caught view of the female, the struggling between both human and Pokémon slowly died down until neither of them no longer struggled. Pikachu called out in a cute tone pointing at the women while the Trainer blinked a few times before allowing the Pikachu to free himself from his clutches. Upon freeing himself, the electric mouse perched itself on the shoulder of the Trainer and gestured for him to move forward—to go and talk to her.

"Yo, sorry that you had to witness that." Chance apologizes, typical winning smile morphing his boyish visage—pearly whites on full display to further drive the charm home. "I can see why bro here is so infatuated with you. Not many that look like you here in this region." He lays it on subtly, laying the metaphorical soil to plant metaphorical seeds. "Thanks for keeping the little shit occupied enough so I could catch him. The name is McQueen, by the way. I owe you."

✝ tag(s) - LUSAMINE .
✝ notes - WILD ENCOUNTERS [OO|O3]

Chancelor continued to lay on the charm, smiling, maintaining eye contact at all times—allowing hazel eyes to work further levels of charm, and held himself tall and proud; the biggest and saltiest chip on the shoulder Pikachu wasn't occupying. The first string of words spoken by her brought a gleam to the eyes of both Pokémon and Trainer; both feeling the exact same way and showing the very same mannerisms. She went on to give him her name, a beautiful name at that—a type of name he has never heard before; the teenager found it very exotic. Chance moved his hands down to his sides and stuffed both of them in trousers pockets, an attempt to further relax and enjoy this little conversation with the one known as Lusamine. Her following words made him cock a brow, hazel eyes finally breaking away to look skyward upon the stalking armored Pokémon. The Trainer chuckles, eyes leveling back upon the female with a head nod, showing he did agree with her odd selection of words. It was much safer to keep Pokémon within their designated devices, however, in that same regard, to spend all hours of day within one is a waste of a good life and precious hours that are never promised to any man or Pokémon.

"We're trainin'. Me, Pikachu, and bro up there." He gestures towards the flying Pokémon, Skarmory calls out with a jovial screech. "Besides, would you want to spend your life rotting away inside some little ball?" He inquires with his trademarked winning grin, eyes fixed firmly and intent upon the visage of the female. "Personally I wouldn't, y'know? Eh," broad shoulders shrug in one quick motion as a head is titled to one side lazily. "Coop me away with something pretty to look at and I might be whistlin' a different tone." Pikachu interrupts the words of the Trainer, a hand pushing the head of the male away as another waved at Lusamine.

Talk about getting cock blocked by your own Pokémon.

✝ tag(s) - LUSAMINE .
✝ notes - WILD ENCOUNTERS [OO|O3]

"you're so flattering, mcqueen. i must warn you, i'm over forty, so perhaps i'm not the right age for you... oh, step to the right a bit?"

lusamine suddenly whipped out a basic poke ball, threw it into the air, and opened it by hitting it with her elbow as it landed. a kakuna was now attached to her arm in a flash, looking like a small arm shield.

"poison sting."

lusamine reached out her arm aimed her kakuna's pointed "tip" over mcqueen's shoulder, almost looking like she was aiming at him. however, the dart whizzed by his face and into an oncoming nuzleaf, who let out a cry of pain.

"there's an exeggcute there. perhaps the skarmory will suffice? string shot."

lusamine walked forward, past mcqueen, the stringy web holding the nuzleaf down before it razor leafed itself out. so it was well-accustomed to web attacks... perhaps there are a few bug-types here, too.

regardless, the nuzleaf tried to use razor leaf on lusamine, as wild pokemon tended to do, but she simply raised kakuna like a shield as the bug-type easily took the attack without any reaction. the nuzleaf took a step back, before drawing on sunlight.

solarbeam? no, the chlorophyll intake wasn't strong enough, it wasn't glowing correctly. lusamine knew what solarbeams looked like. then, it was using growth. the aether president smiled ominously before grabbing her kakuna with one hand, holding it in her open palm.

rushing forward, lusamine expertly ran at the nuzleaf in heels. the pokemon clearly wasn't expecting this, but before it could react, she'd "planted" the kakuna on the nuzleaf, it's sticky cocoon easily latching onto the grass-type.

"bug bite."

suddenly, the nuzleaf went down writhing in pain as kakuna sunk it's mandibles into nuzleaf, further anchoring it to the grass-type, until the nuzleaf was left twitching, unconscious.

lusamine sighed. there were a few razor leaves still stuck on kakuna's cocoon, which she would have to remove herself. however, a flash of light grabbed her attention, as kakuna's back ripped open, and--

two glowing, red eyes greeted her, a low buzz accentuating the rapidly fluttering wings. lusamine smiled and opened her arms wide, not for a hug, but to take in the beauty before her.

"you always go above and beyond my expectations in battle. for that, i thank you... beedrill."

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Chancelor McQueen

{ lusamine has defeated nuzleaf! }

What transpired after claiming swift victory over the cluster of telepathic eggs took Skarmory completely by surprise despite all the practice and repetition both he and Chancelor put him through. Confusion from a heavy metal body that lead to an unexplained injury? How was that even remotely possible? The armored bird screeched in annoyance, suspending itself with steady flapping wings—descending with uneasy due to a mild dizzy spell. Landing on the soft grass directly behind the young male Trainer, Skarmory remained on the ground with wings tucked in—the freedom of flight momentarily robbed due to unexplained circumstances. Uncomfortable screeches in the form of calls behind Chancelor, the armored Pokémon yelping for assistance to the preoccupied Trainer. Regardless of what transpired between the point of combat and the aftermath of said combat, one thing was for certain.



Chancelor put on his best smile when Lusamine spoke those words—he wasn't being curved, but at the same time he didn't believe her little confession either. That when the calls of the steel bird became too much to ignore, a gaze jumped from Lusamine to the stationary bird behind him. "Fainted? Not even. I dunno' the issue, but bro seems upset." He drops to a knee, eyes darting over to the approaching Pokémon, he puts a gentle hand on the armored beak of the bird and soothes it. The Trainer can feel the lack of balance within the Pokémon, Skarmory was inflected with a status ailment, and a rather annoying one at that. Taking off the traveling backpack slung over twin shoulders, Chancelor digs within the neatly organized pouches and palms a Full Heal. "This'll fix you right up, g." He assures the armored bird with soft words. With a clutched palm, the curative was shaken well before sprayed all over bird—curing him of both confusion and dizziness. Lusamine already began battling with one of the Pokémon and the walking tree crept ever so closer. "Up ya' go. It's showtime!" Chancelor says to the Skarmory as he quickly gathers the traveling backpack and stands up to face the Sudowoodo. Another screech from the Skarmory echoed through the route—this cry one of confidence and yearning to return to the sky. With opened wings, the armored Pokémon took off with phenomenal speed and got the attention of the Sudowoodo.

Flying at high speeds, Skarmory made circles around the Imitation Pokémon. Rock after rock after rock was thrown at the armored Pokémon, a few hitting only to bounce off the steel hide of the bird, but most missing due to the extremely speed in which he flew. Dizziness self inflected dizziness quickly overcame the fake-tree, steps become staggered as twin rocks were thrown completely off target. "Now's the chance for a steel wing!" The Trainer calls out, Skarmory crowing in obedience; another bird of prey-esque dive down upon the Imitation Pokémon. The steel wing struck like a samurai blade: swift, calculated, and true. Sudowoodo dropped to a knee while Skarmory flew behind it with razor sharp wings beating at the wind—gathering it underneath and within blade like feathers for a final attack. Then, in two fluid motions of the wings, twin slices of air traveled towards the still dazed Sudowoodo and sliced the barky skin of the Pokémon for critical damage. And, like the tree it Imitates; like a lumberjack chopping down a great tree, Sudowoodo collapsed forward duly defeated.

Skarmory went back to claim the open skies while Chancelor and Pikachu returned to the female, twin sets of eyes upon the rather aggressive looking Snubbull. "Funny that you mention that because seeing how I am interested in you I had half a mind to give you my," he added extra emphasis on the 'my', "number. Though, if you're willing to give it to me, how can I decline such an offer, y'know?" Again, another winning and charming pearly white smile as he pulls out his PokéDevice from a back trouser pocket. He taps a few times on the screen to bring up contacts and awaits for Lusamine to sing those very sweet digits he is so eager to hear.

✝ tag(s) - LUSAMINE .
✝ notes - WILD ENCOUNTERS [O2|O3] +2 for Skarmory. Skarmory is now level 5 .

a wynaut appeared next. it seemed that lusamine had found herself in a hotbed of wild pokemon. the ecosystem of johto really was a marvel, wasn't it? so active. and there were so many different pokemon, after the many visitors from sinnoh and hoenn. perhaps she should look into importing alolan pokemon through aether...

though, knowing wicke and her son, that's not currently a possibility. understandable. in any case, the wynaut seemed to put up a front, but like a good member of the wobbuffett line, it waited for it's "prey" to come to it, first, and then counterattack.

lusamine didn't even look as snubbull sunk her teeth into the wynaut as the blue pokemon struggled uselessly. splash? perhaps she was the runt of the group, who didn't know how to fight.

the president crossed her arms as snubbull toyed with wynaut, waving the psychic in her teeth before throwing it out, onto the ground. the wynaut struggled to get up, but kept growling at snubbull.

well. that was enough damage for a weak runt of a wobbuffett pack. still, with conviction like that...

she threw a pokeball at it, capturing it, but not catching it.

the pokeball bounced back into her hands with the wynaut inside, and lusamine began examining the sphere in question, like holding an apple to her lips. all the while, she maintained conversation with the gentleman who was so very interested in her, despite their gap in age. the pokeball actually shook a little in her hand, indicating a struggle, but--

veins popped on lusamine's hand. her knuckles whitened, and there was a visible rattle in the ball. almost like a death throe. like lusamine had choked the hope out of the wynaut inside, and it was simply... caught.

lusamine smiled serenely at the caught wynaut as she pocketed it. " if you insist, my number is..." and so she gave her number, attached to a holo caster that she'd imported from kalos. as wonderful as the pokenav was, she did revere lysandre a bit more than mr. stone. "feel free to check if it's functioning."

if mcqueen called, the pokenav would automatically go to speaker, and a warning siren would blare for three seconds before an automatic message barked at him.

"THE PERSON YOU ARE TRYING TO CONTACT IS CURRENTLY UNDER PROBATION, UNDER INDEFINITE JURISDICTION OF INTERNATIONAL POLICE. PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT THIS PERSON IS HIGHLY DANGEROUS, AND AS SUCH, THIS CALL WILL BE RECORDED FOR SECURITY PURPOSES."

lusamine's smile lost it's glean for a bit. if mcqueen glanced at her hands, he'd find the same white knuckles that were there before, trembling in suppressed fury and hellfire.

"ah. i see they've changed my voice mail. how unprofessional of me..."

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Chancelor McQueen

{ lusamine has caught wynaut! }