Mikasi had studied the pokemon he would be choosing from before the day had come. As he walked along, charmander trotting along beside him he questioned his choice. The pokemon was supposed to have great potential in his mind by his abilities and flying was sure a plus. However its cheerful attitude and since of naivety was grating on him. His rise to greatness was a serious matter but all the pokemon seemed to feel was a way to have fun.
Still, he had decided to keep it out for now. It had nothing to do with a desire to make friends or enjoy watching it play but instead a desire that it learn what was expected of it. He wasn't throwing out commands but waiting to see if it was attentive enough to pick up on Mikasi's mood. So far the thing was oblivious to the somber nature. If it didn't learn in the next few days it would get a lecture over the facts of its new life.
As they waded through some of the taller grass he glanced over at Match, "Hey, watch out for anything useful." No friendless in his tone, just a straight forward order.
"Char!" the clueless pokemon gleefully replied.
How much help it was giving was debatable. Whatever. They were just beginning the journey, there was still time for it to learn things. Hopefully the other pokemon he found would be quicker on the uptake.
Maybe one day Misaki would learn the true wonders of having a Pokemon, or maybe they wouldn't. It was hard to say with trainers, some forgot or was ignorant to the sound of befriending Pokemon. If only those Trainers knew how powerful a bond can be, maybe then we wouldn't have so many evil teams in the world like Team Rocket. People in the world can only hope and keep trying to stop these bad teams, would Misaki join Kanto's evil Team Rocket? It was too early to say at this stage. But if there was any hope, it would be in their first Pokemon, the charmander. A starter, a man's best friend or for most anyway.
All thoughts would then be interrupted as there was a rustling sound from nearby. Was it from the grass, maybe, it was hard to see anything. The brand new charmander match would try and pear over the grass to try and see anything, but nothing. Then there was a shine, a sparkle from the sky, the charmander quickly looked and saw something flying down at it. "Charmander!" Match cried out as they quick moved out the way. The flying thing landed and turned around, "Pidgey Pi!" was the cry as it looked at Match. It wings spread out wise and eyes never leaving from Match's direction. This Pidgey has this look to it, almost it was shouting out, 'fight me'. This Pidgey seem angry, or hurt, it seemed like a normal Pidgey. Maybe it just wanted to fight and get stronger?
As the grass rustled Mikasi's eyes scanned quickly trying to find the source. Charmander was jumping back as the bird landed and caused a small smug smile on his face. He'd always imagined pidgey's are the passive birds and fearows the ones that had the aggressive streak. Either he had been wrong or this one was just a better specimen of his species. "Perfect."
"Alright Match. This is your chance to get me to acknowledge you as worthwhile. All you gotta do is win this battle." If it didn't do good then he'd have to decide if it was even worth training this one or if he should try to trade it in for something better. Even if he had no notion of becoming friends with Match he had a grasp of how praise and threats could influence growth. No reason to tell it the truth of what was at stake here.
"Go Match. Scratch it." There was a firmness to his voice, no hesitation here. Mikasi was keeping careful eyes on the wild pidgey hoping it didn't rethink this idea and flee before the match even started.
"Char!" It still sounded happy but it was charging forward with an attempt to scratch the little pidgey.
Both pokémon were determined to claim the victory. Each staring intently at one another, though the pidgey held a glare of daggers. What exactly had set this one off was a mystery, but it was no secret that it was angry with the pair. The fluffy bird puffed out its chest and let out a high-pitched squawk that was supposed to sound intimidating but came off as a croaking song-bird. Match's eyes narrowed at the unfortunate sound, priming his claws and setting forth a second later.
The fiery lizard was much faster than the baby bird. Even so, the pidgey didn't even try to run. It unfurled its wings and tried to look as big as possible. A folly of course. The expanse of feathers only made the wild pokémon an easier target. Match's scratch came down upon it harshly, leaving stained trails where his paw had cut across the flesh of his opponent. Pidgey immediately hopped back, screeching its pain but not changing its demeanor. With what could be conceived as a huff the young avian launched itself forth without hesitation, tackling into Mikasi's starter pokémon and bringing them both to the ground.
Match was easily able to roll away and recover. The pidgey wasn't so quick to stand back up.
Wild Encounter Weather: Clear
LV 2 HP 50% [7/14]
LV 5 HP 80% [16/20]
Pidgey: Normal ... Used Tackle! Match [Blaze]: Normal ... Used Scratch!
Match had obeyed and done a decent job for their first attempt to work together. Mikasi had wondered what he'd do if the Charmander had proved to be worthless but apparently it might not be a concern. Now it was Mikasi's turn to come to a decision however. Did he have Match attack again or just throw the pokeball?
Charmader was clearly capable of going in for another round, but did he need to? The books could explain strategy but they couldn't explain exactly how much fight was left int he pidgey before it fainted or if it could still flee. Something important had already happened regardless. He had seen that Match could serious up and be dedicated in a fight. That was already a win in a sense.
Mikasi pulled out an empty pokeball, grit his teeth as he realized that taking time to decide would be giving the pidgey more time to be prepared. "Hang on Match, lets see if thats all it takes." The pokeball was thrown out at the pidgey. Mikasi liked to feel he was mature but inside his mind was a young boy watching in delight to see if he'd caught his first wild pokemon.
The wild Pidgey had indefinitely picked a fight it was bound to lose as the human's pokemon looked basically unscathed after a round of attacks while the avian pokemon had certainly seen better days. Pidgey was attempting to put a brave face on after Match's Scratch attack, the fire type pokemon's move however was a very effective attack that had left the bird pokemon wondering how much fight it had left in it. Pidgey looked on prepared to keep fighting until it couldn't do so any longer, it seemed that wouldn't be the case however as the human that had been commanding the fire lizard tossed a red and white sphere towards it that upon contact sucked the avian pokemon inside. Inside the pokeball the wild Pidgey continued to toss and turn in an attempt to escape, it was to no avail however as the pokeball tossed from side to side three times before stopping moving entirely as the red light in the centre of the ball disappeared to signify that the capture had been successful.
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"Yes!" Mikasi grinned proudly as the pokeball went still. He had caught his first pokemon. "We got it." He jogged up to where the pokemon ball lay, picking it up and looking at it intently as if he could see his prize inside.
"Char, ChaChar!" The little pokemon was just as excited with his victory.
Something about Match's excitement reminded Mikasi about his own enthusiasm looking more childlike than he was supposed to be acting. He worked on replacing the grin with that more somber look, putting the pokeball up. "Well done Match," said in that matter-of-fact tone. Still, inside the boy's mind was still cheering for himself.
"Come on Match, lets move on to cherrygrove."
(Moving ahead to cherrygrove - do I need to put [c] on this thread? Wasn't sure if I should until you looked at it for updated poke info)