the bushes parted as she searched them, only to find some weird...bird thing. it had a nice smell; a really nice smell! but...it wasn't what she was looking for. "uhm, sorry, just go back to doing your thing," noelle waved the pokemon off. it seemed to, for whatever reason though, take a liking to the girl. even as the pinkette began to search elsewhere, that little perfume bird kept on following her. "uhm...no, seriously, i don't want-" big, bug eyes stared up at her, and for a moment, she couldn't help but wonder if this was what mateo felt like.

....hah, of course not! he was always happy to have her tailing after him, certainly!

"look you're...nice. and cute. and pink. but, i...this isn't gonna work out." noelle tried to awkwardly explain. with a sudden scornful and dejected look though, the fairy type eventually waltzed off, leaving the trainer a bit guilty, if not intimidated. hopefully, she wouldn't wake up to it standing murderously over her. 

"O-ow!" A sharp huff of pain came from the girl as, in the midst of her search, she tripped over something small, yet, incredibly hard. Looking down, a larvitar glowered up at her with a sharp expression. "You! You're what I'm looking-" Words of excitement were abruptly cut off in a whirl of danger. In that very moment, sharp stones jutted from the ground. Had the pinkette's senses not urged her to move, she'd very likely be skewered about on its stone edge.

"argos!" she immediately called out for the massive shelled pokemon. in that moment, the turtle appeared, crushing the stony pillars as his heavy, armored body fell onto them. understanding the situation immediately, the canons within his shell revealed themselves as they pointed down onto the tiny pokemon. "hydro pump," the command was met with movement, as a torrent of water doused the larvitar.

the move was incredibly effective, and the force sent it flying back into a tree. "and now-!" following after it, a safari ball was thrown, and the sphere tapped onto the pokemon's head before sucking it inside. 

The girl let out a soft breath of relief - the catch was a success! Bending down to pick up the ball, she blinked at the sight of the a pink...thing staring at her, rather intently. "Uhm...hi," Noelle waved at the munna, the psychic type simply hovering about before turning and disappearing. What a weird encounter...Eh, it was fine though. She had a larvitar! Smiling and holding the newly caught pokemon tight to her chest, she wasn't sure how much time she had left here in the 'zone. But, why not see what else she could find? 

Something soon caught her eyes - something really pretty. Looking down, her eyes widened at the sight of odd colored turtwig that stood before her, on edge and ready to battle, likely due to its shining coloring. It was certainly a fighter, there was no denying that. And there was certainly no way she could pass up such an opportunity!

"Uh, uhm!" She fumbled about for a pokeball in a wild flurry of her hands. Thankfully, she managed to choose the right one, as with a flash of brilliant light, August made his appearance. The bad-tempered typhlosion glowered down at the turtwig, smoke emitting from his nostrils. A bright blaze of flames shot from out of the fire types mouth.

"H-huh, august, wait, wait, i didn't order for you to-!" she was frazzled as the inferno hit the turtwig head on. though it was super effective, it didn't seem as though the grass type took any critical damage, as its shell seemed to almost glaze over...amazing! was this its ability? standing tall, a mighty swirl of leaves blew from out of its mouth in a leaf storm. unfortunately, met head on with an even hotter temperature inferno, the storm of leaves quickly burned to a crisp, and the the grass type was met with the attack head on. when the smoke cleared, the turtwig lie there, defeated.

"Geez august, you could've dialed it back a little," noelle huffed, and the typhlosion only snorted before forcibly returning himself. gosh, he had such a bad attitude...but, alas, they were the victor! with a flicker of her hand, the cameo-coated ball whizzed through the air, tapping the turtwig on the forehead and absorbing it inside of it.