Lars
he / him / his
thirty-three
july 26
alto mare, johto
don’t know, don’t care
ranger & courier
ex-head ranger
humanitas [safari]
POSTED ON Sept 21, 2019 22:14:12 GMT
[attr="class","lars"] pokemon tag @tag words 427 notes 2 of 2 Ralts, now what tf is he gonna do? XD | Thankfully, this Ralts went along without getting into a violent fight. Now he wonders why the small one is pointing excitedly in a particular direction. “What? What is it?” he asks, before he suddenly feels a tingly sensation spreading through his body.
Little did he know that his first Ralts knows Teleport, and so they were whisked away from where the Metagross was waiting for Lars. Back where the big blue hulking beast was expectantly waiting for his human companion to return, he lets out a grating noise of alarm because where the hell did Lars go?!
The Ralts had taken the human somewhere, to another part of the Safari—specifically, to where this Ralts’ crush was.
Wait, what?!
Anywho…
Lars feels his feet slam into a rough patch of ground and he almost falls off-balance. Wait, how did he end up—?!
“Where did you take me?” he asks, before the Ralts points again, this time showing him that there was another of his kind nearby. From the way this one moved, he would have to take a guess…
“A girl?” he asks, and he gets a very excited nod. “What do you want me to do now?” he asks, humoring the Pokémon this one time.
After several minutes of confused yet enthusiastic gesturing, he gets the hint and begins to look for some Berries. While he’s found some, they’re not as big as the ones he brought along with him, but they would have to do. “What, same thing?”
A shake of the head.
“You want to bring this over?”
A nod from the Ralts.
“Alright, can’t stop you… go do your thing, charm her,” he says with a hint of a grin on his face. In that moment he’s reminded that he’s alone—but only because he made this choice himself. Watching the interaction unfold, he can’t help but admire the tenacity of the first Ralts he’d captured.
Gee, I’m outclassed by a Pokémon. What the hell? He thinks to himself, holding in his mirth as his Ralts feeds this other one with the Berries he was floating with his psychic energy in an attempt to show off. While one of the Sitrus berries bonked on the first Ralts’s head, the second one didn’t seem to care.
After they both had their feast, the first one Teleported back to where he was waiting, Safari Ball in hand.
“Sneaky shit,” he says with a grin as he walks over to where the now-sleeping Ralts is and drops the second Safari Ball on its slumbering figure…
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