as he stood underneath an oran berry tree. he could feel something scuttling onto his neck. "oh, spin! hey, there you are!" with a single pokemon food in his hand that was hidden within his coat pocket. he'd feed the spider a piece.

massaging the pokemon's head, he'd say, "there, there buddy. it's time for your examination." after sometime ian would conduct some tests. while doing that he would also take a sample of the pokemon's blood, placing it into a vial, and putting away. after having done that he would go onto say, "well, it's time to take you back to the lab. you seem to be doing well in your natural habitat, so now we bring you for research purposes." feeding the spinarak once more, he'd offer the chance to enter the pokeball on its own.



note: catching.

"fish buddy, you have to calm down!" palpitoad began to panick. dancing in place as pattering feet showcased rising anxiety. what was he to do? what could he do? and that's when a memory invaded his mind. this memory was from his trainer, "water is bad for fire, water is bad for ground." and that's when a plan had been concocted.

quickly palpitoad ran to his fish buddies who were unable to leave the water. calling upon them, it would plea for help. "fire bad, put it out with water!" directing half to deal with the raging flames. palpitoad would direct the others to conduct a unison HYDRO PUMP upon excadrill. "fish buddy, you need to cool off!" and leading the charge, together, they would utilize a synchronized water move directed toward excadrill. would it be enough to "cool him off" had yet to be determined.

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though the corvisquire had invaded the professor's space, it was the professor who invaded its. "wow, wow, wow, it's been awhile since i've seen one of these." examining his beak, wing, and corvisquire's eye, he knew just from his analyzation what this pokemon was capable of.

it was his gift, after all. the professor was a walking pokedex. "the raven pokemon that possesses the capability think and make precise action when in battle or a dangerous situation. they're great to have!" leaning to the side, due to corvisquire blocking his view, ian would casually speak to Billi Marsh, "your corvisquire's going to be a great asset to you in the future, never forget that. it's going to get you out of a lot of trouble kid!"

standing from his position, ian would come to place his hands within the pockets of his lab coat. removing from his left pocket was a lighter, the other a spliff. lightning the item, he'd take a single whiff. with one inhale came an exhale, his back would come to be turned toward Billi Marsh. but that didn't mean the professor was done speaking with him. "you seem like someone with a lot on their mind, blondie." once more a whiff taken, "why don't you tell this stranger all about it?"

Billi Marsh

"drillbur!" tympole shouted with fright. his new best fish buddy was in trouble. he needed his help, but what could he do? he was just a simple fish in the water. but his friend was in trouble. what if he was seriously injured? drillbur needed him!

"help, help!" he cried, "somebody help!" he'd squirm in the water, splashing for assistance. but no one came. there was no one there to answer his cries.

and that's when the playground bully turned to him. with a huff and a puff, tympole stared back. this time with ambition. his fish buddy needed him, and dammit all to hell he would abandon the drillbur. so he was going to do it...he was going to touch land for the first time. "with all my fishy might, i move!" he'd jump out of the water and onto the grassy land.

squirming about, the tympole would gasp for air. it felt as if it couldn't breathe, but that's when it would halt to take a deep breath. in and out, in and out, in and out, when suddenly...he began to glow! the tympole started to shift, his shape becoming something anew. upon touching land for the first time this would cause a sudden reaction within his evolutionary dna: tympole was evolving.

"haha, palpitoad!" a new form bestowed upon it through evolution. with a glaring stare palpitoad would say, "step away from my friend or prepare to get h2-hoe'd!" he heard the professor once say that before! palpitoad wondered if he said that right.

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drillbur, so that's their name! "and tympole is tympole!" the pokemon responded merrily. watching the drillbur emerge from its withdrawn space. tympole eyed the creature slowly, carefully. enamored by what would happen next.

he touched the water.

but before tympole could say anything, a bellsprout suddenly offended the drillbur by hurting it. tympole was very confused, honestly in shock of what had just occurred. "well that wasn't very nice." it responded in place of the drillbur. "maybe that's their way of saying hi?" tympole tilted in confusion. just what was that all about?

"are you okay, drillbur fish buddy!?" tympole asked with worry.

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"no wet fur?" tympole copied. he was confused, bobbing his left and right. trying to get a read on the drillbur. "my trainer taught me that there were certain pokemon who hated water! i'm guessing you're that kind! he showed me a lot of pokemon that preferred dry, rocky areas! especially the ones who enjoy digging, hey!" with realization, it began to flaunt about with glee.

like a child the tympole giggled with enthusiasm. "i think i know you, you were on the picture! you're one of them!" tympole uttered with amusement, "hey, hey, so what's it like being able to walk on land!? oh boy i wish i could walk on land, i'm so jealous. you're so cool! i've never been outside of the water before." the thought of being able to touch the earth filled tympole with curiosity, and yet hesitation.

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"come on, lucario. for a fighting-type you sure lack vigor. where's that sense of adventure! don't you also wanna find that wormhole and visit ultraspace?" in his hand ian possessed a strange device that was hand built personally by him.

the name? wavefinder.

a device that was use to detect unconventional waves. ian hoped to have found a path that would open a portal soon, but as he emerged from his previous scenery. what ian would come to find would be something even better: heaven. he would come to be halted by the baking body that lacked proper sunscreen. unsure as to who the woman (evangeline) was, he couldn't exactly see her face and expect it to be the famous actress evangeline .

with a clock to the noggin by his lucario, he'd shout, "yowch!" rubbing his cheek. "that was just uncalled for, i was admiring art. this isn't somethin' you get to see everyday, y'know!" he was unaware of how loud and disturbing he was being upon scolding and informing lucario about the importance of being a "man". "now if you'll excuse me..." clearing his throat, the professor would come to slick back his hair.

bearing the face of a himbo, he'd lean upon the tentacruel, and with the smile of a goof, said, "like chemistry—baby—if i were a particle and you were a quantum potential, would you allow me to inspect your classically forbidden regions?" little did he know the woman was no stranger. "hey, lucario, it seems i've found some beryllium, gold, and titanium; because she is be-au-ti-ful!" lucario groaned in disgust, but ian didn't care.

eat your heart out, lucario.

again he bypassed pokemon after pokemon, but he hadn't found the one he was in search of. "where could they be? it's not like this place is that big enough." ian would turn toward the entrance, "could they have gotten out? they've always been a slippery one."




note: skip.

ian searched for the next pokemon his list. they had yet to appear. for now he continued to roam the area.




note: skip.

splash!

the spray of water had been made by the tympole. it was so great that it practically reached all the way toward the drillbur who had seemed to hav been lost in thought. the tympole, like a child, merrily shouted, "hello!" it greeted, nodding his head vertically due to the lack of appendages. "did i get ya, did i get ya?!" the hyperactive tympole asked.

"you looked lonely and sad, so i thought water would cheer you up!" the tympole wiggled with glee, "everyone likes water! you should come on in and play!" the water-type insisted. little did he know, there was a potential chance the drillbur wouldn't like that. but only its response would determine that.

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