Lars
he / him / his
thirty-three
july 26
alto mare, johto
don’t know, don’t care
ranger & courier
ex-head ranger
ciriatto [wild, solo]
POSTED ON Mar 3, 2019 16:22:40 GMT
[attr="class","lars"]  pokemon       tag @tag words 452 notes it's small but it's a start. | The Metagross continued its patrol around the area, completely and thoroughly nonplussed. Wondering if it would be able to spot something of interest, Ro continued to wander just close to the edges of the farthest point from where he’d left Alpha with Lars.
Back where the lone human was still immersed in that cloud of minty vanilla, the thinning haze forced him to look up—wondering why the hell the smoke was continuing to blow away, and it wasn’t until he shook the pipe out did he realize that he’d run clean out of leaves.
A frustrated sigh escaped his lips, and just as he was checking the depth of his jacket for the little pouch he carried with him he heard a fluttering of wings coming from up above. At the same time he looked around, Alpha’s eyes flickered open—and quickly followed the flight of the Flying-type that came into view. Circling around the area, it took a few moments before landing close to where the Lucario was still seated—and then for a few moments, the Pidgey stared the Lucario down, before picking at its wing and then suddenly falling over a few moments later.
“Luca,” the dual-type said, turning to where Lars was still exhaling those faintly-vanilla scented clouds of smoke.
Before the human could react, the dual-type got up from where he was sitting and walked over, picking up the passed-out Pidgey before heading back to Lars and holding it out for him to look.
“…what?” he said, blinking a few times and looking up at the Lucario, who then gestured down at the Flying-type it was holding in his paws, before he noticed it—one of the wings had been bent almost out of shape and there was dried, matted blood on it.
“Do you know where it came from?” he asked, to which the Lucario pointed with its snout in a certain direction—he was pretty sure that Ro had gone the opposite direction, and wasn’t where he heard the fallen tree crash down on earlier.
Staring at his companion, Lars then reached into his shirt and pulled out a thin whistle, giving it a single puff—while the Lucario winced at the noise, he knew that Ro would hear this, and eventually return—levitating back a few minutes later.
“Got to get moving. Got an injured Pidgey here,” he said, having already taken the Flying-type from Alpha’s paws and watching as Ro hovered closer. “We have to get going, get it treated,” and with that he was astride his Metagross’ back, the other dual-type following close behind.
Whoever had done this to the Pidgey was an idiot, and if he caught them out here…
It injured. Catching it and taking it to the Center. (Friendship cap, I guess?)
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