"of course it works," she exclaims, almost exasperated. curious though, is that this fletchling seems female and she's prettyyyy sure oleg's pitch had also been female. whatever. birds can be lesbians too, she supposes. 

not that it's going to get the opportunity to figure out its sexuality or whether it can get funky with a little green alien guy instead of one of its feathered kind. oleg beeps erratically and unleashes a blast of psychic energy.

feathers explode out from the startled and struck creature and despite its attempts to get away, oleg manages to slow it down just enough for sasky to throw her first safari ball.

"you're insane sometimes. you know that, right?"

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oleg is too busy laughing at himself to grab the stilled safari ball on the ground, which leaves saskia exclaiming when it's snatched right out from under them. oleg digs his fingers in her hair and urges her forward.

(she regrets letting him watch rattatatouille.)

she takes off at a sprint, crashing through the undergrowth as she careens headlong off the path. oleg psychically swings branches out of her way, droning wildly as they go. whatever took it is scared as all heck, but it doesn't drop the ball.

eventually they bust into a clearing and it - a mienfoo! - drops the ball, startled. oleg tries to tug on her hair, but she says, "i'm not going to raise my arms! it doesn't work like that, o!"

so he shimmies down her side and onto the ground and over to the mienfoo and he lifts one nubby hand and

pats its head.

the mienfoo stops shaking anxiously and relaxes like a cat, melting into oleg's lap. he plops onto the ground and beeps appreciatively, gesturing for sasky to pull another ball from her belt.

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this time there's no other pokemon there to snatch her pokeball away from her, thank goodness. she's still sore from all the labor she's had to do last week and oleg isn't exactly light on her shoulders. 

with the mienfoo safely in the ball, oleg rocks himself back up to his feet and goes to press onward. sasky sighs and starts to explain that maybe they should start heading back, but he points at the remaining safari ball on her belt and reminds her, with a beep-beep-beeeepaaaa-doooooo that she spent a good deal of her paycheck on this safari run.

she can't crap out on it again. 

so she follows him with a sigh, letting him lead her right into a heart of a bunch of...vacuums in the middle of the woods.

"what the - " she starts, but then realize they're sentient when one of them rushes towards her. she's never seen a roomba in real life (that's what these are called, right?) and neither has oleg, but that doesn't deter the silly little alien from smashing it around and presenting it to sasky for capture.

"oh. erm, okay."

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"okay, ol. i think it's time we - wait, no, leave the plant alone!!!" she yanks him back by one nubby arm and clutches him tight to her chest like a little teddie bear. he pouts as she stalks off in the opposite direction, leaving the lileep to its own devices.

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there it is! that's why they're here. the cutie patootie is foraging around for some oran berries, totally unaware that saskia and her little gremlin are looking to snatch it from this place. 

give oleg an inch and he'll take a mile. she whispers to him to please not be weird, to please not traumatize the pichu because it will make her life all the more difficult with training it, but as soon as his little nubs with their sharpied-on-pawprints hit the ground, he takes off running.

screeching, bleating, going, "ALALALALALA WEEEEOOOOOOO" as he brings down the surprise of all surprise attacks on the poor thing. when it's all over, the pichu is dazed and confused and more than likely scarred for life. 

saskia sighs and pulls out her last safari ball.

"you're such a weirdo."

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