[attr="class","illie"]

[attr="class","illie b"]

[attr="class","illie i"]the walk, so far, is uneventful.

not a single bulbababy in sight... what a shame.

she does, however, stumble upon a larvitar. the ground-type startles at her approach. it lets out a soft wail and darts into the bushes. a pang of guilt rises and she has to will herself to keep from straying off the path. they're here for a purpose, no matter how badly she may want to comfort the poor larvitar.

safari.
passing!
4/4

[attr="class","illie"]

[attr="class","illie b"]

[attr="class","illie i"]finally, the first part of the hunt for bulbababies begins.

it starts with her ninetales stopping to sniff the air. a new scent detected, perhaps. at first, illeana pays it no mind. there's no way they could find a bulbasaur within the first ten minutes of their walk. she expects to find one in the last stretch for her luck is terrible.

and yet, as the ninetales shifts toward bushes, she sees a telltale bulb and she's practically prancing over.

"cutie," she coos, lowering herself until she's on her knees. the bulbababy turns and stares at her, its tongue sticking out in a small blep. oh god, it's so cute...

she can't bring herself to attack it. instead, she simply lays on the ground with the bulbababy. it wanders closer, licks her cheek, and tries to eat her hair.

eventually, she drags herself up off the ground and begins to wander off to the next portion of the safari, the bulbasaur clutched safely against her chest.

safari.
CMERE BULBABABY!
4/4

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[attr="class","illie b"]

[attr="class","illie i"]realistically, she could probably just walk out of here now... she got a bulbababy and the purpose of their trip has already come to fruition.

and yet, she keeps walking, bulbasaur kept close.

a bronzor darts into their path, then, and she's startling slightly at the sudden appearance of blue in her vision. it's too close, staring at her with wide, unnerving eyes. she has to glance away after a moment.

her ninetales grumbles slightly at her side, red eyes narrowing. she doesn't need to utter a command for the ninetales to knock the bronzor down. no, the fox moves of her own accord. a will-o-wisp escapes her mouth and down the steel type goes, eyes now shut as it meets the ground. she's quick to throw a pokeball.

safari.
capturing bronzor
3/4

[attr="class","illie"]

[attr="class","illie b"]

[attr="class","illie i"]after collecting her newly filled pokeball, illeana shuffles on to the next spot. the bulbababy coos, shifts, and settles back against her chest. it's fast asleep by now, tongue sticking out slightly in what she is sure might be a signature blep.

her ninetales startles as something shifts in the ground beneath her paws. a low growl follows and illeana's pausing to turn with a curious look.

a drilbur pops up a moment later, sheepishly staring up at the silver fox from its little burrow. and just as quickly as it popped up, it vanishes in a spray of dirt.

the ninetales huffs and steps over the hole to keep walking beside her trainer.

safari.
passing!
2/4

[attr="class","illie"]

[attr="class","illie b"]

[attr="class","illie i"]it's not a bulbababy but... it's still super cute.

the pumpkaboo floats in as if summoned by the scientist. and maybe her specific hunts have carried on the autumn winds long enough to drag it here. it comes closer, close enough to feel her breath fan out across its little face.

and then, it giggles.

she smiles, warm and sugary like melted chocolate drizzled over a fancy dessert. whatever the pumpkaboo sees, it must like. it wiggles in a happy sort of dance and she's reaching a hand up to offer a pet.

the pumpkaboo squeals, shifts closer, and nuzzles up to her open palm.

new friend: secured.

safari.
capturing cutie pumpkaboo!
2/4

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[attr="class","illie b"]

[attr="class","illie i"]she's about to call it a day when something waddles over.

and oh god, it's an eyesore. is that a bird or a traffic cone?

either way, she's staring at it and the cramorant clearly has not a single thought behind those eyes. it stares back, as if peering into her soul. god.

a shiver claws down her spine and she's letting her ninetales leap forward before considering otherwise. anything to stop that stare...

ninetales ushers out a quick feint attack, knocking the bird on its ass. as soon as its head hits the ground, it's out cold.

she tosses a pokeball without hesitation and knows damn well it'll stay locked away in a drawer somewhere if she can't pawn it off onto someone else.

safari.
capturing cramorant!
1/4