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[attr="class","gardenBG"]

[attr="class","evantalk"]

Evan recognizes the hissing of the vaporeon instantly, drawing him away from the plant he has been tending while the pokemon watches over and helps him water the rest of the garden.

"Poise" the sternness in his voice is one the pokemon is familiar with as he receives it more often than anyone else in their growing gaggle of pokemon.

It turns to grimace at him over his shoulder. "Put out the fires but give it a moment." The vaporeon resigns himself to following the fire squirrel around, dowsing whatever flames manage to try and take purchase before they can do damage to anything and it is obvious the creature thinks he is above this. Even when he thinks he will put the pokemon out of its misery Evan intercepts the behavior knowing it will happen ahead of time.

after awhile, the pokemon seems to tucker itself out, Evan allows it a berry or two of its very own to munch on and short after bops the pokeball on its head. The pokemon seems like it could use a good home to go back to instead of continuing to wonder around.

>>caapping

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[attr="class","gardenBG"]

[attr="class","isratalk"]

Hesitation is not something her pokemon are taunt to have. Patience yes, the ability to sit and wait fro the right moment, to see it in the movements of their adversaries, to know it in themselves just as well, the many skirmishes between them all in the garden serve well to teach such a thing. And perhaps that is why the noise of the foreign entity in their midst earns such a response. Isra does not have to tell anyone to deal with it.

The offcolored noivern down not hesitate, he is swift to encroach upon the flight patterns of the other pokemon, quick to descend upon it but he does not strike with attacks that might harm the plants bellow. He seeks only to distract the vibrava, talons sinking into flesh and seeking wing, forcing it to tumble in the sky with him. Forcing it to face him.

Once it does he dragons it away, screeching and furious. The dance they make through the air filled with the deafening burst of attacks and wings beating furiously against the sky.

When finally a body plummets it is not the bat that takes his place at her side, chest filled with air as much as pride as he settles into the space beside her. The small praise, the affection of her scratching the top of his head enough to let him know it is a job well done.

Isra tosses the ball, because there is interest to be had in the night's prey, and if it should choose so brazenly to strike her garden then it is only fitting it repay her for the action just as well.

>>capturing <3

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[attr="class","gardenBG"]

[attr="class","isratalk"]

It is spotted well before it can make a decision, before it can seek out the berries growing in the small garden that the lady of the house tends to carefully at the end of each night. The one the bat has watched her sit in many a morning as the sun begins to rise over the horizon.

Well before it can pluck a berry from the trees that grow within the bat descends. Samuel is unlike the others, he does not descend with ferocity, he is silent and he is calm.

Instead of the pokemon plucking a berry it itself is plucked from the garden with ease. The talons of the noivern sinking in around it and lifting it into the air as if it is nothing at all. Well before the pokemon is truly given the chance to process what has happened it finds itself in limbo above the ground, held before the tall stone fence that encases the estate.

The bat throws the pokemon like a toy over the top, returning to his perch with the same nonchalance he had plucked up the pokemon with. He sits and he watches again, waiting for another to make the same mistake, like a gargoyle guarding something far more precious than a handful of berries.

>>no capture

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[attr="class","gardenBG"]