Building the Bond [WILD]

[Mickey Fairbourne]

Shortly after leaving the lab, his new pokemon in tow, Mickey had decided it'd probably be best to head out of town for a while and try to do some training with Maton. "Try" was the operative word, given the grookey's attitude. He'd tried to take the pokemon with him outside of his pokeball, but getting smacked and scratched enough had finally made him admit defeat, and reluctantly recall the grass type for the sake of reaching their destination.

He couldn't even fault Maton for being so aggressive and distrustful, given his history, but that just made it all the more important that he try and get some training in. Maybe they could start to understand one another? Once they were a decent distance into the grasslands, but still close enough to Seabreeze that they could get back easily in an emergency, he sent out the Grookey. "Okay Maton, time for you and me to do some- hey, wait!"

The Grookey had scowled at the boy and run off shortly after being released, scampering away. <"Shut up! I don't need a trainer!"> He growled as he ran off. The nerve of this kid, thinking just because he was nice to him, that he might actually be his friend. He was tough enough that he didn't need any stinkin' trainer to get strong, he was better off on his own! He definitely didn't need some human bossing him around and pretending to be his friend, just so he could abandon him when he got bored. Not... that he cared. Leaving him at the lab was the best thing his previous trainer ever did for him.

"It's not safe for you to just run off like that!" Mickey called, unaware of his defiant pokemon's intentions. He chased after the Grookey, who just redoubled his efforts to get away from the boy.

Well, this was certainly getting off to a great start.

[Persian]

Strangers! Well, that wasn’t saying much. Everyone was a stranger. Er, not everyone. Mom and Mama weren’s rangers. Brother, Sister, and Baby weren’t strangers. Okay, okay, so everyone wasn’t a stranger but a lot of people were and these two WERE strangers! Which only meant one thing: he had to figure out what their deal was!!

True enough to Mickey’s warning, something would lunge at Maton. Furry paws would pat everywhere as someone’s Frisk ability activated. Though, given that Maton didn’t have a hold item, the effort would be in vain.

Chattering in delight, the cinnamon-and-chocolate pokemon jumped back from Maton. The way his head bobbed was more like twitching; his gaze shifted between the grass type before him and the human trailing after.

“Hiii! Hi, hi, hiii! New neighbors? Old neighbors?! Mama let me go s’plorin’ today, so hiii!”

Well, here was Mickey’s first encounter in the wilds! A very refreshing and youthfully enthusiastic pokemon!

SENTRET

#af7249

level 4 | 40/40 HP

male with the frisk ability

MOVES: scratch, foresight, defense curl, double edge

[Mickey Fairbourne]

Maton was flabbergasted for a moment by the sentret's sudden appearance, shocked by how boldly it'd searched him for items. It didn't take him long to recover, and point the business end of his twig directly at the youthful pokemon's face. <"I'm not your new neighbor or old neighbor or any other kind of neighber! I outa knock you out for frisking me like that!"> Even as he said it, though, he faltered. This pokemon... was really young. Young and naive, and even Maton couldn't bring himself to be too hostile towards him if only because he remembered when he had once been like that.

This moment of hesitation from the Grookey allowed Mickey to finally catch up with him, taking a moment to catch his breath before looking up at the Sentret. "Oh, hey, did you make a new friend?" He asked, kneeling down so as not to startle the normal-type. He was very familiar with this particular pokemon, given how prolific they were back home in Johto. Still, he took the moment to scan him with his pokedex, if only to add the entry. 

After pocketing the device, he gave a big grin. "Hey there little guy. I'm Mickey! Were you playing with Maton?"

<"No he wasn't!"> Maton huffed indignantly, crossing his little arms. 

[Persian]

The sentret clearly wasn’t registering how upset Maton was as the normal type smiled just as cheerily as ever at the blunt end of the grass type’s twig. Instead, he gasped with his little paws against his cheeks at the mention of knocking out.

“Oooh, you’re here with a hum’n! Fer battlin’ ‘n’ stuff!”

Believing this to be true (and perhaps not entirely wrong) the sentret chittered delightly as Mickey addressed the little guy. The brown pokemon scrambled over to Mickey’s feet, tail bottle brush puffy with excitement and swishing quickly with thought. The human’s words didn’t quite mean anything to the sentret. He wasn’t that familiar with the typically two-legged creatures yet!

“No he wasn’t what?” he asked Maton. “Was your hum’n askin’ ‘bout battlin’? We can battle! That’s okay!! Mama said battlin’s okay!! It’ll get us both stronger!! I wanna be strong. Don’t you wanna be strong?!”

As he chattered away, the sentret left Mickey to circle around Maton in a series of excited hops. Someone sure had energy!

SENTRET

#af7249

level 4 | 40/40 HP

male with the frisk ability

MOVES: scratch, foresight, defense curl, double edge

[Mickey Fairbourne]

Now the little pest was speaking Maton's language. The Grookey grinned, taking up an aggressive stance. <"I'm already strong, but if you wanna battle, I'm happy to. Lets see if you battle as good as you can run your mouth!"> At the very least it'd shut the normal type up. He jumped back to square off properly against the opponent, twirling his branch in his hand. 

Mickey was able to quickly pick up what was happening, "Alright little guy, lets have a fun battle!" He said cheerfully, though he knew that the sentret likely wouldn't understand him. "Maton, start us off with a Growl, and then Branch Poke!" He declared, pointing at the opponent. He knew that Maton's hammer arm would be more effective against the normal type, but he wanted to try and get a feel for battling with his new partner so he'd rather have the battle go on for a bit longer. 

Unfortunately, the Grookey seemed to have other ideas. Maton glared over his shoulder, ignoring his trainer entirely and jumping towards the Sentret, raising his fist over his head and bringing it down hard towards the Sentret. <"Take this, you weakling!"> He shouted as he brought the Hammer Arm down to strike the naive little pokemon. 

Mickey winced, "Hey, Maton, that wasn't what I said!" Oh great, on top of not liking him, it seemed Maton didn't like taking his orders either.

Maton used Hammer Arm! (100BP+10SE)


Maton
100/100 HP | Ability: Overgrow
Scratch, Growl, Taunt, Branch Poke, Hammer Arm

[Persian]

A battle! This would be just like play fighting at home, the sentret was sure! The brown pokemon danced in place before recalling what he’d learned about proper battles. Opponents should face each other! He mimicked Maton’s stance as best as he could!

What was that human chattering about? Maybe cheering them on? That was nice! Who knew humans could be so cheerful and lively? This would be a really fun…

… Weakling?

The sentret let out a squeak of shock just as the Hammer Arm came down on him! That was way more than his little, budding capacity to endure battle could endure! While it wasn’t quite a proper faint of exhaustion, the little guy was down for the count. He clutched his head and kneeled on the ground.

“OOOOW, ow, ow, oooouchie!” Tired and hurt!! Not a good combination.

... That had gotten rather loud rather quickly. Maybe that noise would attract something else.

SENTRET

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level 4 | 40/40 HP

male with the frisk ability

MOVES: scratch, foresight, defense curl, double edge

... SENTRET fainted!
35 for winning + (1 post x 1 wild bonus) = 36 EXP gained.