[attr="class","sbody"]

[attr="class","evantalk"]

She bears down on it before he can stop her, she's been on edge already anyway and he did tell her they were here to hunt. The mimikyu is as used to it as he is, having spent many of his younger years acquiring food in this manner before he got the hang of modern society, and even then it seemed odd not to hunt. Perhaps it was something else ingrained to him that he couldn't quite give a name to.

The pokemon is reeled in, pulled from the surface of the water and in an instant engulfed in shadow. He barely even gets to see what they've reeled in before the shadow distorts, her control of it terrifying in its own right. The pokemon has been with him a lifetime and a half, 2 decades of life on the road has left her with a viciousness that Evan only allows her to sate when they hunt lest she make the rest of the world too weary of her- of them. He can't blame her for it after all, he was the one that allowed it in a time of his life that he felt it appropriate to allow. Now he thinks differently, or at least tries to.

Evan does not turn away, flinch or close his eyes. He retains his presence because to do anything less would he dishonorable. Even as the shadows form along her claws, slipping under the hem of her rag disguise with a quiet precision. The pokemon slices through her own shadow and with it the pokemon bound within. The shadow releases and what is left of the pokemon falls to the surface of the water, Evan grimaces. it's hard to say anything could have even been done with what was left of the pokemon. "Too far meg, you know better than that." he scolds her, a tap of her pokeball returning her. He stands with a sigh, running a hand though his hair.

It's a waste, and he's not sure what to do about it with this one.

>>there we go ovo

[attr="class","sbody"]

[attr="class","evantalk"]

Evan doesn't get much of a chance to think it over, the commotion has attracted other wild pokemon to the waters surface and the pokemon is acceptably alarmed. The discharge of electricity that erupts from the bellow the water is not only alarming but does little to help his dilemma.

He'll have to let it go, by the time he gets the chance to do anything to currents will have swept things too far to find and at least it's in the ocean. He'd rather it return to the earth than do nothing at all. "Vince." He releases the musharna without hesitation, putting distance between himself and the waters edge. The pokemon's telekinesis brings the creature out of the water and they both seem uninterested in further interaction with it.

The cascade of bubbles come next, filling the space between them and contained by the pokemon's psychic abilities. He squeezes the area they are allowed to fill tighter and tighter until the bubble begin to pop in front of the pokemon, the splash back of the attack hitting it instead. "Let it go, but make sure it's far enough away." he tells his pokemon, the musharna does as told, replacing the squirmy pokemon as far away from them as he can reach without going into the waters himself.

Evan sighs, and decides to cast the line again, he might as well give it one more try.

>>pass new spawn

[attr="class","sbody"]

[attr="class","evantalk"]

The skittering catches him off guard because he can only imagine what turn of events brought such a pokemon out to a sand bar in the middle of the oceanic routes of Hoenn. That is why when Evan turns to look the pokemon in the eyes he asks "What in the world are you doing out here?" there was nothing of it's usual terrain out here and he imagines that it was hiding in the rocks behind him and came out at the sound of battle.

The pokemon stares at him and he thinks about how it's almost time to go anyway, isn't it? The poor thing won't find enough food for itself out here, the water types will wise up and stay away or come for it once it seems easy enough a target. Evan sighs, and begins to pack up his things. The musharna returns to his side, mellow as ever. The phone call is quick and before long a local with a small boat is at the side of the sandbar with him.

It takes a little talking, a little coaxing but he gets human and pokemon to cooperate and the wild bug is herded onto the boat, arms dangling off one side as they return to the main land. It's eager to run off once they hit land and Evan lets it.

His joltik would like be jealous if he brought home what it would one day be anyway.

>>passing + wrap it up