"There." Gavin points out a poor, innocent Cherubi.

There's a brief squabble between the three heads, seemingly unable to decide which move they want to use to assault the poor creature. They decide, at last, upon a tri-attack — three different-coloured beams fire from three shrieking maws, and the Cherubi drops from the branch upon which it had been hanging. Thankfully, they'd all hit their mark and avoided damaging the environment.

"Good," he praises, "but do be careful not to target the trees. I'd really like to not be fined."

Or, worse, barred from the safari zone. Aliases could bypass that, but they were a great deal of effort to replace.

CATCH!
4/4 SAFARI BALLS

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[attr="class","wildtitle"]A WILD TOGEPI APPEARED!

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[attr="class","wildtabox"] MALE	[attr="class","wildtabox2"] SUPER LUCK
[attr="class","wildtabox"]METRONOME	[attr="class","wildtabox2"]CHARM
[attr="class","wildtabox"]LIFE DEW	[attr="class","wildtabox2"]DOUBLE-EDGE
[attr="class","wildtabox"]MORNING SUN	[attr="class","wildtabox2"] ---

[attr="class","wildtag"]Cillian Quinn

[attr="class","wildnote"] 3/4 SAFARI BALLS REMAINING!

YOUR CAPTURE ATTEMPT WAS SUCCESSFUL!

Gavin's eyes gleam as he spots their next target.

Click.

Trigon's three heads pause a moment in their squabbling to acknowledge the sound, a command. While not as well-versed in his non-verbal communications as some of his more veteran shadows, the command is simple: attack. Without being given specifics, they squabble for a moment until the left head snaps its beak at the middle and then they're moving, quick as that, descending upon the Togepi with high horsepower.

There's a brief, weak flash of the morning sun as the baby Pokemon tries in vain to heal itself, but it fades with the little thing's consciousness.

"Well done."

He marks another off his list, readying a ball.

CATCH!
3/4 SAFARI BALLS

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[attr="class","wildtitle"]A WILD NIDORAN-F APPEARED!

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[attr="class","wildtabox"] FEMALE	[attr="class","wildtabox2"] HUSTLE
[attr="class","wildtabox"]FURY SWIPES	[attr="class","wildtabox2"]CRUNCH
[attr="class","wildtabox"]DOUBLE KICK	[attr="class","wildtabox2"]FLATTER
[attr="class","wildtabox"]POISON TAIL	[attr="class","wildtabox2"] ---

[attr="class","wildtag"]Cillian Quinn

[attr="class","wildnote"] 2/4 SAFARI BALLS REMAINING!

YOUR CAPTURE ATTEMPT WAS SUCCESSFUL!

Gavin stops on a small bridge for a smoke break, fishing the lighter from his pocket and cupping his hand around the flame to shield it from the wind. He's too distracted to notice the Nidoran peeking out from the grass nearby.

Trigon is not.

One of the Dodrio's three heads snaps at another, gathering the attention of both, and they turn their focus upon the Nidoran. She sniffs at the air, twitching her large ears, but being downwind of the threat senses no danger.

She sees them, rather than smells them, but is taken down in the pursuit and pinned beneath the Dodrio's talons.

Gavin, puffing on his cigarette, glances over at the commotion. Ah. Excellent.

Another one for the list.

CATCH!
2/4 SAFARI BALLS

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[attr="class","wildtitle"]A WILD FLETCHLING APPEARED!

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[attr="class","wildtabox"] MALE	[attr="class","wildtabox2"] GALE WINGS
[attr="class","wildtabox"]ACROBATICS	[attr="class","wildtabox2"]ROOST
[attr="class","wildtabox"]FLAIL	[attr="class","wildtabox2"]QUICK ATTACK
[attr="class","wildtabox"]FLAME CHARGE	[attr="class","wildtabox2"] ---

[attr="class","wildtag"]Cillian Quinn

[attr="class","wildnote"] 1/4 SAFARI BALLS REMAINING!

YOUR CAPTURE ATTEMPT WAS SUCCESSFUL!

A quick trip, Gavin reflects as he palms the final safari ball. I'll need to buy another ticket. There were several species he'd seen that were not a part of his collection for Rocket.

He'd need at least two of these little birds, for instance.

He clicks his tongue, and gestures to the Fletchling.

Trigon pounces on it, catching it mid-takeoff with a high jump kick and driving it back to the earth. A sharp whistle calls the Dodrio off before they can execute their catch, the three heads squawking their irritation but nevertheless obedient to command.

Gavin smiles to himself as the miasma swells around them.

CATCH!
1/4 SAFARI BALLS