Nathaniel had been nearing one of the small beaches just outside of Mauville city when he heard it. While he had originally been in the area after a few unconfirmed reports of rare wild Pokemon sightings, the Galarian Noble hadn't exactly been expecting the scene that he walked into. Out by the waters edge Nathaniel could see a young girl in a tracksuit....screaming at the water? She was alone and not exactly dressed for the current weather so there was no doubt that she would be rather cold as well. 

Nathaniel decided it might be best to, at the very least, check on her and see if everything was alright. And so he made his way down onto the beach, realizing once more than he really ought to go about getting himself some more appropriate clothing for adventuring. The practical side of his mind was constantly arguing in favor of doing so, but another more vocal part of his psyche KNEW that style point alone were worth far more than practicality points. So the custom suit and coat ensemble stayed on for now. Still, he was getting rather tired of cleaning his shoes thoroughly nearly every night. As he crossed the beach the young girl continued her tirade against the open air, and now that Nathaniel could actually hear her words it seemed like she was trying to wild Pokemon entirely by annoying them. A peculiar strategy, but Nathaniel HAD seen stranger.  

"No luck so far I take it?" he said, while not mockingly, there was a clear tone of mirth in his voice as he spoke.  Perhaps he would join her? He had been on the lookout for a Water Type to join his team after all.

The young girl turned and looked ready to mouth off at Nathaniel before her attention was drawn back to the water's edge. A rather unfortunate Alolamola had, for whatever reason, decided it would be a good idea to leave it's natural habitat to go after the girl that had called it out to battle. Nathaniel knew well enough that even Pokemon in such a condition could still be dangerous, but that didn't mean it wasn't rather funny to see. At the sight of it the young girl called out to him, her words eliciting a twitching brow and slight grinding of Nathaniel's teeth.

"Old Man? The little brat!" he thought. In the grand scheme of things he wasn't all that much older than her. Still, there were more important things at play. The girl had sent out a Scizor of all things, landing a devastating move on the Alolamola and sending it flying back into the sea to nurse it's wounds. Nathaniel spied two small eyes poking above the surface of the shallow waters, watching the pair intently. But on seeing the pink fish get absolutely pounded, the promptly beat feet back out into deeper waters. Whatever it had been, it obviously had no intention of joining in.

"Impressive moves." said Nathaniel, a genuine complement as well.

Nathaniel watched with an amused smile on his face as the young girl boisterously declared her intentions. She seemed to make a good team with her Scizor, and though Nathaniel wasn't a Professor by any means, it was fairly obvious that her partner was in good shape. He was more than content to simply sit back and watch at this point. Young up and coming trainers were always an interesting sight.

The girl even went so far as to hand out a piece of sage advice, though it wasn't exactly something Nathaniel was unaware of, he had been travelling alone through both his home of Galar and now Hoenn for long enough to have more than enough experience with how to deal with wild, untamed Pokemon. Still, it was the thought that counted. Her next opponent, or opponents it seemed, was a Swanna and a Pokemon that Nathaniel was well acquainted with, it being a Galar native. He was more than a little curious about the rapid expansion of Galarian Pokemon Species, but he doubted it was anything malicious, just Nature being a truly interesting force.

The young girl chose to combat them with a Whimsicott, another good choice, lulling both of the wild Pokemon into a deep sleep with Grass Whistle. She ignored the Swanna in favor of the Pinchurin, though it seemed that she wasn't familiar at all with it, though that was to be expected.

"It's a Pinchurin, native to the Galar region. It tends to live in shallow waters or rock pools scattered around beaches." said Nathaniel, happy to give his young companion a small heads up about the Pokemon she had made an attempt to capture.

Nathaniel himself was unmoved by the Swanna, more than happy to leave it be for now.

Nathaniel laughed at Annie's comment after he identified the Pinchurin for her. He knew exactly what it felt like, after all he HAD stepped on one as a child and it was likely the most painful thing he had ever experienced. Though that might have just been because of how young he had been at the time, still, he had no intentions of testing that out again. He was brought out of his musing by Annie throwing out and releasing yet another Pokemon from it's ball, the brief glance he got of her new target didn't strike any chord with him. He may know quite a lot of Pokemon, but not all of them. He was immediately reminded of that when Annie's next partner was released.

The bright light coalesced into a shape far larger than Nathaniel had been expecting. To say that he was stumped would be an understatement. There was something almost otherworldly about this Pokemon, it's body a mish-mash of seemingly random parts that didn't match up with the whole. A large grey crest rose out of a boxy, almost wood-like head and the beast sported wicked looking claws on it's forelimbs. Nathaniel had never seen anything like it and reflexively pulled out his Rotom-Phone, intent on scanning the marvelous beast in front of him.

For the moment he was distracted by the unknown Pokemon moving to attack the Tirtouga, it's head glowing with a silver sheen as it headbutted the much smaller Pokemon into submission. The nearby Pachirisu that Nathaniel hadn't even spotted until now wisely beat feet away from the fighting. Nathaniel held up his Rotom-Phone and thoroughly scanned the unknown beast. The powerful device took much longer than usual to come up with any response, a buzzing error noise sounding along with a rather sad expression displayed on the screen from the Rotom within. "Error, Unknown Pokemon" Nathaniel mouthed to himself in confusion, reading the error message now displayed on the screen. He'd never even heard of that happening before. Putting his phone away for now, as it clearly wasn't going to be any use at this point, Nathaniel walked forward so as to be standing beside Annie.

"Now what is this marvelous beastie? I've never seen something like this before." he said with noticeable excitement leaking into his voice. It certainly wasn't everyday that he encountered a Pokemon that he didn't have at least a passing familiarity with.

The fact that even Annie didn't know exactly what Frankie, the name she seemed to had given the magnificently strange beast, actually was made him all the more impressive, as well as mysterious. It gave him no small measure of excitement about the possibility of discovering exactly what Frankie was, he now had pictures and some rudimentary scans, that was more than enough to start with. Still, there were other priorities to see to at the present moment, namely the next wave of wild Pokemon who had taken the challenge. Annie herself had gone after a Pyukumuku with a Luxray and as fate would have it, it left Nathaniel with a Luxio to contend with.

Finally deciding to get involved, Nathaniel's hand darted into his jacket, returning with a black and gold colored Pokeball banded with a red stripe. A casual flick of his wrist and the Pokemon inside was released. A small cloud of sand was kicked up upon Tyranitar's arrival to the beach, it whipped up around the massive green beast like a viscous aura that soon came to envelope the Luxio as well.

"Stone Edge please Tyranitar." commanded Nathaniel in a casual tone. Tyranitar nodded his head, what passed for a smirk gracing its features. A clump of sand at Tyranitar's feat levitated into the air, condensing within a few moments with a soft glow. When it faded all that remained was a sharpened rock projectile that soon hurtled towards the now panicked Luxio, it struck a glancing blow but it was all that was needed. Using Tyranitar was most assuredly overkill on a wild and ultimately untrained Pokemon, but being one of Nathaniel's strongest partners, Tyranitar often got bored and wanted to stretch his legs every now and then. The attack sent the Luxio sprawling and before long Nathaniel had sent a Pokeball flying in it's direction.