Lars
he / him / his
thirty-three
july 26
alto mare, johto
don’t know, don’t care
ranger & courier
ex-head ranger
industria [safari]
POSTED ON Aug 11, 2019 6:21:07 GMT
[attr="class","lars"]  pokemon   tag @tag words 440 notes holy shit a shiny! Catching! | After he’d left the little hamlet behind, he continues his trek inward. He doesn’t know what to expect, since he’s on the hunt for something very particular—and it isn’t until something sparkling that catches his eye does he look up. Wait a second, what—?!
He thought he saw a Swablu, but there was a noticeable difference—instead of it being the normal blue body, it was…yellow?!
Holy shit, is that what I think it is?! He thinks, before looking over at where Alpha is trailing him—and both he and the Lucario then begin to give chase to the sparkling creature. It doesn’t take long for them to catch up and watch as it alighted on a branch, poking at its cloudy feathers.
“Alpha, no,” he says a few moments later, watching as the Swablu continues to clean its feathers. “We’re not going to fight this one—I believe we can get it by other means,” and with that he reaches into one of his coat pockets. Ever since his encounter with Bryony, he’d always kept a pouch of Berries on him. Pulling the drawstring open, he then looks inside and sees that there’s a jumble of Berries, before pulling out an Oran Berry.
“Hey. Hey,” he whistles to the Swablu, who then looks up and lets out a frightened chirp at the sight of the spiky-haired human.
“Hey, don’t be afraid—I have this for you,” and with that he holds out the hand that has the Oran Berry in it.
“I won’t do anything to you, I swear—Alph, care to help me out here?” he asks the Lucario, and the dual-type nods. After some silent communication between the two Pokémon, the weirdly-colored Swablu then alights on his hand and begins poking at the Oran Berry. He can feel the feather-light weight of the Flying-type settle on his palm, but there’s no time to react as the Berry is swallowed whole in moments.
Dang, that was fast.
A chirping noise catches his attention a few moments later. “You want another one?” he asks, and getting another confirmatory chirp, a second Oran Berry is produced to be consumed.
This goes on for about five Oran Berries, before the little one curls up in his hand and literally falls asleep, having eaten its fill.
“So…you think it was hungry?” he asks Alpha, who nods.
“Well, as long as we didn’t fight this one. Would be a shame if we did,” he continues as he keeps the pouch with some difficulty, before pulling out the third of his Safari Balls and poking it lightly on the sleeping Swablu’s form.
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