[attr="class","spiral"]"She said it's stealing her Tauros in the night, isn't that kind weird," she's lowered herself down to Bubbie's level to continue the conversation at this point, knees bent at a 45 degrees angle and arms hanging over top of them, "I mean, now that I think about it it must be kinda tough then, right? I mean Tauros are big if I'm remembering right . . ."

This directionless chatter continues, and when paired with the focus Birdie is giving to Bubbie (who is now seated in the grass, or as seated as a Dewpider can get) blinds her to the approach of the stranger here to help her. It's not until he lets out a heavy sigh that Birdie jumps to her feet and turns to face him. Expecting a professional looking (hopefully veteran) trainer; she can't help but be a bit disappointed in what she sees.

Yeah, sure, she's not exactly a picture of strength herself, but this guy looks . . . lazy? Sloppy? His loose body language and the sullen chuckle he lets out just scream "slacker" to her.

"Uh, yeah, I guess . . ." she replies to his question, failing utterly at keeping her disappointment under wraps. Seriously, how much help could this dude be? "Let's get al--" Her words and any other negative thoughts she was sitting on are cut off by the arrival of the stranger's pokemon.

It is big, and menacing, and it sends a chill right down her spine just looking at it. Even with her lack of knowledge there's no question the thing is strong. She can tell that Bubbie feels the same way. A sudden weight on her right leg lets her know he's scuttled up onto the bottom of her pants.

[attr="class","spiral"]Any worry on Birdie's face turns to wonder as she watches the other trainer expertly handle this massive pokemon. Drifter will hardly let her brush against his feathers without getting indignant, so watching the interaction with "Indra" is no less than awesome in the most literal of senses. She is in awe.

Her perception of the man flips on its head in that moment. Far from the negative impression from earlier she now sees someone infinitely more experienced than her. She has so many questions -- how does he do that, how long have they been together, does he have any badges?

Unfortunately these questions are put on an indefinite hold as he brings up their quarry for the evening. It's hard not to flush with embarrassment as she realizes she doesn't know one way or the other whether his pokemon has an advantage against this Beh-he-yehm.

"Um, uh," her brain races for a path to an answer. What type could Indra be? Well its colors are kind of similar to Drifter -- lots of black, some dark blues and purples he definitely doesn't have but they're in line with a more gloomy aesthetic. So maybe it's dark type?

"Right since Indra is . . . a dark type . . ." and what's that strong against? There's only a couple, right? Her eyebrows knit together with the effort behind her thought, "Then Beh-he-yehm is a ghost type! Right! Yeah, she's totally strong against it!"

There's a pride that removes all the weight of confusion from her face as she believes she's cracked the code. That's how it's been getting the Tauros! Possession, no doubt! She's so sure that she doesn't even give him time to respond before jumping onto his next question.

"I haven't seen the Pokemon or anything, but I mean the Tauros haven't been going over there," on 'there' she points to a corner of the ranch eerily unoccupied by the milling pokemon, "Follow me! I bet there's a clue or something!"

Bolstered by her unearned confidence she takes off for the vacant bit of grass, jogging with Bubbie swinging loosely from the back of her jacket. Apparently he'd been climbing during all of this.

[attr="class","spiral"]Birdie reaches the bit of empty grass she pointed to earlier before waiting patiently for the other trainer to catch up. Full of renewed energy (riding the high of being accompanied by an ace trainer and remembering her type advantages) she can't help but bounce from one foot to the other while the man takes his time walking after her.

"Well, uh, Red," she follows his naming scheme once she also realizes they hadn't properly introduced themselves, "I guess?"

She crosses her arms as she thinks about the question.

"I mean, I don't know what else I'm going to do out here, right? I might as well try," she replies in a thoughtless tone, with the same amount of energy you might expect from someone applying to bag groceries. Birdie knows she doesn't have any great passion (or talent) for pokemon training, but what else is she going to do? Her options are limited . . .

Before she can dwell on the thought for too much longer, or an awkward air can crop up around her words, a series of shrill beeps and screeches issue from the treeline right outside the nearby ranch fence.

A shifting, purple aura wraps around the Dewpider hanging from Birdie's back and then -- woosh -- Bubbie is suddenly yanked into the treeline. He takes Birdie's coat with him. It's violently pulled off her arms with enough force to pop her joints and lay her out on the ground.

"Ah! What the fuck!?" she shouts from the dirt, crossing her arms to clutch at her shoulders. A few experimental rolls thankfully show they're still in their sockets, but they hurt like all hell.

beheeyem - telepathy
psychic // zen headbutt // headbutt // teleport


wild beheeyem appeared!
beheeyem used psychic on dewpider

[attr="class","spiral"]The studying comment rattles around in her head as she rolls about on the ground. She thinks about arguing that she has been studying, but it's probably not the time. And even if it was it's not like it prepared her for all of this.

"Agh, son of a --" she rolls onto her front before slowly standing up, arms still crossed over her chest and hands still massaging her aching shoulders, "Bubbie! You okay?"

The question is asked as she swings her head from side to side trying to keep track of the action that's broken out. Between the flashy moves and the quick decisions being made on both sides she struggles to keep up. It's only when the wild pokemon is caught by HEAT WAVE and hits the ground hard that she has a chance to think and react.

"You said you're alright, right?" she asks Bubbie again, this time actually looking at him as he stumbles his way back to her side, "Okay just a little disoriented -- fuck, my shoulders -- Infestation!"

She gestures towards the toppled Beheeyem with her head. INFESTATION, the move Bubbie used on Drifter, is the one attack of his she fully understands. It stopped her from returning Drifter during their fight, so hopefully . . .

After a moment to line up his shot Bubbie takes a deep breath and exhales. A swarm of small, nondescript insects pour from his mouth before encircling the 'mon-napper. It lets out a series of more irritated beeps and screeches as the INFESTATION begins to properly bite and pick at its hard exterior. A panicked TELEPORT fizzles out the moment it's used.

No escape, just like Birdie hoped.

beheeyem - telepathy
psychic // zen headbutt // headbutt // teleport


beheeyem was hit by heat wave
beheeyem was hit by infestation

beheeyem used teleport . . . it failed!

[attr="class","spiral"]As if the success of her plan wasn't enough, the praise from the other trainer has Birdie beaming. The earlier studying comment resurfaces in her brain. Pride swelling she shoots a cocky smile at the man alongside a double peace sign.

"That's just a lil' bit of my studies on display! Just watch!" even as she speaks she's scanning her memory for more material. If just emulating Bubbie's fight with Drifter worked once, why not twice? And the perfect inspiration strikes her as she watches the dark dragon rain hell on the Beh-he-yehm. It's probably getting frustrated about now, right?

"Bubbie, get ready to Lunge!" she shouts excitedly, and as if infected by her energy her Dewpider perks up. Bubbie makes little hops left to right as the smoke around the Beh-he-yehm clears. What's revealed is a pokemon on its last legs. Armor cracked and scorched black in places, infinitesimal bugs burrowing deeper into weak spots, it gives one last series of screeches before making a desperate charge forward.

It's met halfway by a LUNGE. It doesn't go quite as well as the INFESTATION had. The Beh-he-yehm's charge wasn't just a charge, the material on its forehead gleams with the sheen of a HEADBUTT. The gap in the strength between the two pokemon is large even at this stage in the fight; and Bubbie is sent crashing back into the dirt.

But, in the wake of the collision the wild pokemon teeters. And stumbles. And then falls. It got a good hit on Birdie's Dewpider, but it was ultimately too battered to take that LUNGE -- even if it won the trade.

beheeyem - telepathy
psychic // zen headbutt // headbutt // teleport


beheeyem was hit by draco meteor
beheeyem was hurt by infestation

beheeyem used headbutt on dewpider
dewpider used lunge on beheeyem

the wild beheeyem fainted!