Sénon Game

Novak rolled his shoulders, approaching the place that had been indicated. He had heard of some people who complained of Pokemon nesting in the power lines, and this could be a problem. Oldale was a smaller town, so it was harder to get people who could fix each issue specifically. 

Of course, Novak was hardly the person who would ordinarily be called to do this. He was studied in Pokemon and their behavior, sure, but there were plenty of other people, like the Rangers, who would be willing to do the job. And, of course, they weren't part of Rocket. But, then again, neither was "Novak Hadfield," as far as the League was concerned, and Novak had wanted an opportunity to stretch his legs and break from his normal routine.

He found another person, who seemed to be here for the same reason. Good. He felt like he could manage it with his team alone, but help was always appreciated. "Hey," he said to the stranger. Olive, his Voltorb, rolled along leisurely behind Novak, and his Natu Cedar stood on his head, the tiny bird eerily still and silent. "Are you here for the nest problem?" His eyes flicked up to the top of the power line, where he could see the offending nest.

"We could probably bring it down without much trouble, but we'll have to be careful about the occupants while we find a place to move it." No Pokemon was currently visible, but there were likely eggs or chicks in the nest, and the parents were likely off hunting for food or something.

Belatedly, Novak remembered to introduce himself. "Ah, sorry. I'm Novak. Novak Hadfield." He stuck to the fake last name for now.

Sénon Game



Novak nodded when the stranger introduced himself, committing the unique name to his memory. If the way he had introduced himself was some sort of pop culture reference, it was entirely lost on Novak. He didn't notice the stranger analyzing him suspiciously, either, as he was busy analyzing the situation in front of him.

Before he could suggest a way to check whether the nest was occupied or not, Game had sent his Seviper up the pole to check on the eggs. Well, that worked, even if it was a bit risky. Still, there was no point in complaining about something after it had been done. Who knew, maybe there wouldn't be trouble after all.

"Pidgey eggs, I think," said Novak, eyeing the sample that Game held in his hand. "I have a few Pokemon with Teleport. We can probably enlist them to help get the nest down---" Novak's words stopped short in his mouth as he looked up to the top of the pole and saw an imperious Pidgeot perched atop it where there had certainly not been one before, glaring down at the two humans.

One of which held one of its eggs in his hands. Ah. Way to make a first impression...

Novak swore softly, but immediately thought of how the Rangers would handle the situation. For all the grievances he had against the League, even he looked up to the Rangers. "Hello there. We intend no harm to your egg. We only---"

Nope. Either the bird wasn't buying the excuses, or it simply had no intention of hearing them out in the first place. With an angry screech, the Pidgeot slashed its wings, creating a huge blade of air that hurtled right towards where the two of them were standing. Cedar hooted softly from atop his head, and then suddenly Novak wasn't there anymore, having been Teleported about six feet to the right of where he was previously. Novak hoped Game would be fine, and that he would avoid damage to the egg he held.

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Novak watched Game stand his ground, stating that the Pidgeot wouldn't hurt him if he had its egg. He hesitated. That was true, and he hadn't considered it previously. Perhaps if they could divert the Pidgeot's attention from Game and get it focused on him instead, Game would be able to get the nest down and move it away from the power line. 

Sure enough, the Pidgeot attacked him once more with a Twister, the miniature whirlwind tearing up grass and dirt as it spun towards him. Cedar, silent as ever, teleported out of the way of the attack once more. After this, Novak shot a meaningful glance at Game. He'd draw the bird's attention. He began to speak again.

"That's, quite frankly, a terrible place for your nest," Novak continued. The Pidgeot glared at him. "If not us, someone else will try to move it. And they might not be so understanding---"

Another Air Slash, and another Teleport. The Pidgeot seemed even more irritated than before, but that was fine. Novak just needed it to be occupied.

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Sure enough, even as Novak dodged Air Slashes, Twisters, and Whirlwinds, Game had taken the hint and sent up his Pokemon to bring down the other eggs and destroy the nest. It was sad to have to destroy the nest, but Novak understood what Game was going for. If something like this happened once here, the Pidgeot would likely be hesitant to build its nest in the same spot. No permanent harm would be done, assuming it chose to build elsewhere. 

When Game was finished with the eggs, his Pokemon knocked the bird out of the sky, blasting it with a Hydro Pump. As it recovered, Game recalled all of his Pokemon, and Novak did the same with Cedar and Olive, releasing his Ralts, Yarrow, instead. He could theoretically use Cedar, but too much teleporting was probably not good for the tiny bird, especially at such a relatively young age and with so many others. Alone, he'd be fine, but he'd been transporting Novak too. 

Novak was shocked for a split second when Game threw the egg straight upwards, but then saw the Pidgeot flying at them and understood. It was a smart distraction, and the Pidgeot would be more than capable of catching it. Pidgeot were some of the best fliers in the world.

When Game approached and asked for the Teleport, he nodded and motioned to Yarrow. The Ralts warped them away from the area, and they found themselves standing in a different part of the town. Some people were startled, but teleportation wasn't that uncommon of a sight, and they were soon forgotten by the small, slow-moving crowd.

Novak nodded at Game, recalling Yarrow with a pat on the head. "You handled that rather well," he said to the man. "It's a shame about the nest, but hopefully that'll get the message across, and that problem won't repeat itself."

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Novak felt his upper lip curl slightly in distaste. "League work... hm." He shrugged. "On this end, it's more the work of a caring citizen of Hoenn. But yes," and here his voice lost the bitterness that it had held just a moment prior. "That really was handled exceptionally. Thank you."

Game handed him a Pidgey egg, and... well, he did feel a little guilty for it. It was theft of a child. But there were so many Pidgey, it was hardly like they were an endangered species. And it was just an egg. The Pidgeot had other babies to worry about, as harsh as he felt even thinking it.

And, anyways... "Thanks, man. Guess I'm keeping this. There's no way in hell I'm going back to that demon's nesting site." He smiled ruefully. "Let's hope neither of us suffer a future encounter with the angry parent." 

Game seemed to be eager to leave. And, honestly, the Teleport wasn't as distant as he'd hoped it was, either. He was not risking another encounter. "Good day, Game. Hope I run across you sooner or later."

The parting words spoken, Novak bent down to pat Yarrow's head, and the man and the Ralts vanished in a blink of an eye.