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@Rune_AlchemistYou lifted your Pokédex, pointing the red tablet at the wild Pancham and pressing the [SCAN] option within the main menu. Just afterward, light blue text began dancing against a black background. The tell-tale voice of Professor Ficus, digitalized, began sounding off with every musical letter.
~IT DOES ITS LEVEL BEST TO GLARE AND PULL A SCARY FACE, BUT IT CAN’T HELP GRINNING IF ANYONE PATS ITS HEAD.~
~ACQUIRED 100 P FOR ENTRY: PANCHAM!~
That was an oddly specific thing to mention in a summary entry of a Pokémon. You wondered why Ficus thought it so important to mention that fact to new trainers. Nevertheless, Quill approached as shadow might near the pale of moonlight. Leaves rustled upon her approach, but she was so fast that she was no longer there when they sounded off. And yet despite the occasional noise, the Pancham continued to chew on the stem of its acorn top. It held each side with one paw. Its teeth were transfixed on the stem, as if the flavor and texture were infinitely interesting.
Sneasel maneuvered behind the maple where the Pancham rested its back. And unable to get closer, it took to the sky below canopy to unleash its ferocious claws on the playful Pokémon. To your surprise, the Pancham had begun falling to the forest floor before Sneasel made its leaping attack. Its large head, apparently heavy, weighed it down to a pile of leaves below. Sneasel’s attack was made less effective by the accidental dodge, striking the Pancham’s leg rather than the back of its head. Despite the blow, the panda-like Pokémon continued to roll on its side (mostly its head) away from Sneasel. Twisting to its feet, the Pancham grinded the stem of the acorn top between its exposed molars. Due to its explosive pupils and cartoonishly large head, the snarl was more comical than anything.
~PANCHAM WANTS TO BATTLE!~
Now stable on its feet, the Pancham dropped its heavy head and began running forward toward Sneasel. The blind charge was haphazard, as the Pancham could only see the blurry ground below as it rushed into battle. It wasn’t exactly a headbutt, but moreso an improvised, learned attack through instinct. Despite its reckless nature, Pancham continued onward, ready to plow through Sneasel and the Maple tree placed behind her if it had to.
@texYou lifted your Pokédex, pointing the red tablet at the wild Zigzagoon and pressing the [SCAN] option within the main menu. Just afterward, light blue text began dancing against a black background. The tell-tale voice of Professor Ficus, digitalized, began sounding off with every musical letter.
~IT WALKS IN ZIGZAG FASHION. IT IS GOOD AT FINDING ITEMS IN THE GRASS AND EVEN IN THE GROUND~
~ACQUIRED 100 P FOR ENTRY: ZIGZAGOON!~
True to its description, the wild Zigzagoon began to hop from place to place, never walking in a straight line for longer than three feet. Although a trainer did not command the Pokémon, the serpentine maneuver was able to outwit the brutish approach of Kaz. Moving behind the Meowth, the Zigzagoon tackled into the square of Kaz’s back. Going against momentum, it turned on its heels to return to another patch of tall grass on the other side of the road. The bush continued to rustle, as you could still hear it moving. This was a guerilla style of fighting, if you’d ever seen it. The attack left less of an impact than you would’ve suspected, but this Zigzagoon was unusually quick.
@Lasrever The Pidgey flapped its wings and repeatedly stretched its neck to the sky. Keeping its neck stretched, the tiny bird Pokémon made its way across your shoulder toward the sweet you offered. It was a miniature balancing act, the trapeze artist bird on a tight rope shoulder. The Pidgey seemed unphased by the Deerling’s glares and glances, merely shrugging off its leer. It peered over from time to time with a coy look on its face, gloating in its sweet, sweet position. And there was no way Deerling could stop it. Wings still expanded, tiny feet trotting, the Pidgey finally finished its victory dance towards your palm.
The Pidgey didn’t bother to check your face for a reaction, merely striking the food with its voracious beak. One peck after another, the Pokémon was drilling holes into the candy and making it disappear at an alarming rate. You had seen the Pidgey just consume a beetle for dinner, and now its gluttonous behavior led it to devour the sweet in your hand. The thing was so tiny, too; you were surprised it held such an appetite. Its eyes really were as big as its stomach.
Finished with its meal, the Pidgey flapped its feathery wings toward a passing cloud. It cooed in satisfaction, creating a high-pitched line to a melody that only the wild knew. Perhaps for each piece of candy, there would be a new part of the song. Finished with its singing, the Pidgey landed onto your palm with a short, double-talon hop. Turning with a half-spin leap, the Pidgey now faced you. Its eyes were dark, nearly black but with amber tint. It looked to be like other Pidgey, save for its minute size. As if on queue, the Pidgey puffed out its chest, white feathers splaying in all directions. You could almost swear that it was some sort of salute. Though the Pidgey was literally in the palm of your hand, it was still technically wild. It cocked its head, beak closed, gauging your silence.
