Alex / Lexy
he / him / his
thirty
december 22
Mistralton, Unova
homosexual demiromantic
sanctuary owner
civilian
TAG WITH @alexei
Alexei Ivanov
vody [wild, solo]
POSTED ON Dec 24, 2018 14:37:42 GMT
[attr="class","alex"]  pokemon       tag @tag words 602 notes why hello there. You're coming home... with ME! | It didn’t take too long for the Lapras to come upon another sight—this time, on what appeared to be one abandoned island… wait, why was there a turtle shell there?
Calling his attention to the lone passenger on his back, Marius hummed a few moments and tilted his head in Alexei’s direction, catching his attention as he’d just finished misting the egg in the Incubator once again before motioning at the turtle shell that was on the lonely islet.
“Hm? Marius, what is it?” he asked, before catching sight of said turtle shell—and then at the same time, his PokéGear began going off; alerting him to something he realized a few seconds later. “You can’t be—“ he began, looking down at the liquid crystal display and seeing that the notification for one of his ‘to search for’ Pokémon was going off like mad.
“Can you… get us closer?” he inquired in the Lapras’ direction, to which the Pokémon agreed, inching as close as possible. Thankfully, the small islet was wide enough to have him alight off the Lapras and slowly approach the shell—and tentatively poke at the shell with his left hand once he’d set the Incubator down on the sand nearby. Wondering if the shell was empty, it took him rapping n it a few times until the head of what he recognized to be a Squirtle emerged—but it wasn’t looking for a fight, at least.
It wasn’t until he’d noticed the dried blood on its forehead did he see the gravity of the situation—had this Squirtle been abandoned to die out here, without food? That… didn’t sit well with him. “Whoa,” he muttered, shuffling around as best as his left arm could (curse that stupid cast on his right arm, if he moved it suddenly it would hurt like fuck) and eventually pulled out a small towel and began wiping down the blood from the Water-type’s forehead.
“Who left you out here?” he wondered aloud, slowly and gently removing any trace of blood on the Water-type’s forehead—and then seeing that its shell was much darker and redder than normal. “What attacked you?” he continued, before leaving the towel atop the shell for a bit and sending out his Riolu, Vincent. He knew that the Fighting-type had a better chance of communicating with the Squirtle than he did.
Once the jackal-like Pokémon had emerged, alarm spread across his face at the sight of the blood on the Squirtle and immediately approached it, reassurance seeping out from its aura as he continued to clean the Water-type’s shell down as best as he could manage. All the while the two were communicating with each other, and once Alexei was done his Riolu approached him, yipping in his direction.
“What?” he began, before the Fighting-type began making gesturing movements, before patting the Squirtle’s shell as gently as it could manage. “You think?” he added, and got a confirming nod from the Riolu. “Are you certain?” he confirmed, just to be safe.
Searching his pockets, he then said to the Squirtle, “Look, you’re going to die out here. If we don’t get you off here, you’d be as good as gone. I can keep an eye on you, though…”
Before the Water-type could protest, it let out a feeble noise of what he guessed was thanks and bopped the Pokéball he was about to bonk on the Squirtle’s head softly in return, watching as it was sucked in by the flash of red light.
“Well… that was unusual,” he remarked in Vincent’s direction as the Riolu yipped appreciatively.
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