One Flew Over the Kakuna's Nest [BCC]

[Professor Oak]

Professor Oak stood at the edge of the fountain, his gaze lost in the gently rippling water. A single maple leaf, ablaze in its autumnal glory, drifted down and settled on the water's surface. It floated there for a moment, like a solitary thought lingering in the quiet of his mind before more leaves followed, each one a tiny ember falling from the sky. They gathered together, forming a fragile flotilla peacefully charting the passage of time.

The clamour and excitement of the Bug Catching Contest was a far cry from the serene world of research Oak was once accustomed to. Yet, there was a certain charm to the chaotic energy that pulsed through the park during these events. Oak's mind drifted back to the summer, to a time when the park was a lush, green oasis. This very spot, he realised, was where he'd encountered the Nymble that had won him the last Bug Catching Contest. A bittersweet smile touched his lips as he remembered the thrill of the catch and the exhilaration of victory.

A sudden ripple disturbed the water's surface and Oak's reflection shifted. There, standing behind him, was the familiar figure of Cooltrainer Nick, his vivid blue hair catching the sunlight like a streak of azure against a golden canvas.

"Well, well, if it isn't the bug catching machine himself," Nick greeted, his tone light but carrying a subtle edge of friendly competition. “Congrats on your win last time. That was pretty impressive, especially for your first contest.”

Oak blushed slightly. It was as if he were dreaming again, reliving the glory days of his youth. "Thanks Nick," he mumbled, feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment. “It was quite unexpected."

Nick shrugged, his grin widening. "Don't be so modest, old sport. Your Nymble must have made quite the First Impression on the judges. So, what's your plan this time?"

Oak nodded, his expression turning thoughtful. "This time, I decided to bring Solomiya along, my Butterfree. Her Sleep Powder might come in handy for putting some of these bugs to sleep."

Nick's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Ah, strategic thinking! If you keep this up, you might just give Bugsy a run for his money.”

With a playful wink, Nick gave Oak a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Good luck out there. I’ll be watching to see if you can pull off another win. Don’t let me down!"

As Nick’s words hung in the air, he turned and disappeared into the tall grass, his figure quickly swallowed by the verdant expanse. Oak watched him go, a sense of anticipation and friendly rivalry filling him. With a deep breath, Oak stepped forward, ready to rediscover the thrill of the hunt and make another lasting impression.

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OOC: Just for ease of reference, my entry Pokemon below:

SPOILER: Click to show

Butterfree
Name: Solomiya
Gender: Female ♀
Level: 17
OT: Professor Oak
Moves: Stun Spore, Sleep Powder, Psybeam, Roost^TM
Ability: Compound Eyes
Nature/Personality: With melodramatic flair, Solomiya floats through life with an elegance and grace that epitomises a prima donna. Her heart flutters with a thousand emotions and her very existence is like an opera, characterised by passion and devotion where every moment carries the weight of an aria.
Happiness: +2

[Caramell 🍬]

BCC Encounter

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Wurmple LV 19
HP 100% [51/51]

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Solomiya ♀ LV 17
HP 100% [52/52]

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Sport Balls Left: 15
1/5 Encounters

Wurmple [Shield Dust]: Normal
Solomiya [Compound Eyes]: Normal

SP34 Solomiya awaits Oak's orders...
SP18 Wurmple is chewing on a blade of gras...



Shiny? sa7KYM8Lp_1-42

SPOILER: Click to show

Pokemon: (rare) p_1-10 p_1-8 (uncommon) p_1-5 p_1-3 (mon) p_1-11 (level) p_7-20

1-42·1-10·1-8·1-5·1-3·1-11·7-20

[Professor Oak]

As Oak pushed through a dense patch of grass, he paused, catching a glimpse of movement near the ground. He crouched down, parting the blades gently with his hand, and there, a splash of vermilion nestled among the emerald green, was a Wurmple. The tiny Pokémon was oblivious to his presence, focused intently on a cluster of tender grass it was munching on.

Oak watched the Wurmple for a moment, captivated by the simple, unhurried rhythm of its mastication. The way it chewed methodically, its small body undulating with each bite, was oddly soothing. There was something almost meditative about the scene, a quiet reminder of the unhurried pace of nature, so different from the bustling energy of the contest.

The Wurmple paused as if sensing Oak's gaze. It raised its head, its beady eyes reflecting the golden light, but instead of scurrying away in fear, it simply resumed its meal, content and undisturbed.

A soft smile touched Oak's lips as he observed the little critter. He felt no urge to disturb its peaceful feast, no drive to capture it. Instead, he simply remained there, crouched in the grass, appreciating the Wurmple’s calm presence. Solomiya fluttered beside him, her wings brushing gently against his arm. She, too, seemed to understand the tranquility of the scene. The two of them, trainer and Butterfree, simply watched, their breaths synchronised with the steady rhythm of the Wurmple's munching.

After a while, Oak slowly rose to his feet, careful not to disturb the Wurmple. The little bug continued its meal, blissfully unaware of the human who had decided to leave it undisturbed. With a final glance at the peaceful scene, Oak turned away, his heart lightened by the quiet encounter.

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OOC: Skip this encounter!

[Pixel]

BCC Encounter

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Sewaddle  LV 17
HP 100% [47/47]

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Solomiya ♀ LV 17
HP 100% [52/52]

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Sport Balls Left: 15
2/5 Encounters

Sewaddle [Ability]: Normal
Solomiya [Compound Eyes]: Normal

SP34 Solomiya awaits Oak's orders...
SP24 Sewaddle is sunning in the sunshine



Shiny? E20|F3xVp_1-42

SPOILER: Click to show

Pokemon: (rare) p_1-10 p_1-8 (uncommon) p_1-5 (mon) p_1-5 (level) p_7-20

1-42·1-10·1-8·1-5·1-5·7-20

[Professor Oak]

As Oak and Solomiya continued their exploration, a peculiar sight caught their attention. They hadn't gone far when Oak noticed among the auburn foliage, a small green creature basking in the warm sunlight. It was a Sewaddle, its body curled tight like a burrito, swathed in a cozy blanket of leaves.

Oak couldn’t help but smile at the sight. “Well, aren’t you snug as a bug in a rug?” he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper so as not to startle the Sewaddle. The little Pokémon seemed perfectly at ease, its leafy cocoon keeping it warm and comfortable.

Solomiya flitted down beside Oak, tilting her head as she observed the Sewaddle with a curious gaze. Oak chuckled, gently patting Solomiya’s head. “I don’t think Powder moves will do much here, Solomiya. It’s too well-protected in those leaves.”

Oak considered his options for a moment, his eyes lingering on the peacefully sunbathing Sewaddle. It was rare to find a Pokémon so at ease, so thoroughly enjoying the simple pleasures of a sunny day. But the Bug Catching Contest was a competition, after all, and this Sewaddle could be a valuable addition to his team.

He reached into his bag, carefully retrieving a pair of Sport Balls. “Let’s see if we can catch it without disturbing its rest too much,” Oak whispered, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought of interrupting the Sewaddle’s serene sunbath. But he knew this was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up. Taking a deep breath, Oak aimed one of the Sport Balls at the Sewaddle, hoping to make the capture as gentle as possible. He tossed the ball, watching as it arced through the air in a smooth controlled motion, heading straight for the leafy cocoon.

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OOC: Sport Ball x2

[Pixel]

BCC Encounter

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Sewaddle  LV 17
HP 100% [47/47]

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Solomiya ♀ LV 17
HP 73% [38/52]

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Sport Balls Left: 13
2/5 Encounters

Sewaddle [Ability]: Normal
Solomiya [Compound Eyes]: Normal

SP34+ Sport ball (catch 44%) yRsMDZk2p_1-100
SP24 Sewaddle used p_1-4 tackle p_1-16 p_1-16
SP34+ Sport ball (catch 44%) p_1-100
SP24 Sewaddle used p_1-4 tackle p_1-16 p_1-16



1-100·1-4·1-16·1-16·1-100·1-4·1-16·1-16

[Professor Oak]

The Sport Ball struck the leafy cocoon with a soft thud and for a moment, everything seemed to go according to plan. The Sewaddle was enveloped in a bright flash of light, vanishing into the ball, which dropped to the ground. It wobbled once, then twice, and Oak held his breath, waiting for the telltale click.

But instead of sealing shut, the ball burst open with a sharp pop. Sewaddle reappeared, its leaf blanket wrapped tightly around itself as it glared at Oak and Solomiya, now wide awake and clearly displeased. The little bug’s eyes narrowed and before Oak could react, it launched itself at Solomiya with a sudden burst of energy, striking her with a determined Tackle.

Solomiya was knocked back, fluttering to regain her balance. Her wings flared, catching the sunlight in a dazzling display of iridescent colours. Without waiting for a command, she retaliated with a Psybeam, her eyes glowing as she unleashed a beam of multi-coloured light. The Psybeam struck the Sewaddle head-on, sending it tumbling backward into the grass.

Oak winced, his heart racing as he watched the battle unfold. This was not what he had intended. The Sewaddle, though small, was tenacious. It struggled back to its feet, shaking off the effects of the Psybeam with a fierce determination. Oak could see that capturing this Pokémon was going to be more difficult than he’d anticipated.

Reaching into his bag, Oak grabbed another Sport Ball. He glanced around and noticed another trainer nearby, furiously hurling ball after ball at a Durant that kept breaking free with every attempt. The trainer’s face was flushed with frustration as he continued his relentless barrage. Oak couldn't help but wonder how many attempts it might take to catch this Sewaddle. He had enough Sport Balls surely, but he knew each failed throw would make the Pokémon more agitated. He needed to act quickly, before the situation escalated further.

With a determined look, Oak took aim and hurled another Sport Ball at the Sewaddle, watching it spin through the air. The ball struck the Sewaddle, and once again, the Pokémon was enveloped in a flash of light. The ball hit the ground and began to wobble violently, each shake a test of Oak’s nerves. Would this one hold and if not how many more would it take?

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OOC: Psybeam and then another Sport Ball!

[Lamont]

BCC Encounter

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Sewaddle  LV 17
HP 70% [33/47]

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Solomiya ♀ LV 17
HP 60% [31/52]

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Sport Balls Left: 12
2/5 Encounters

Sewaddle: Normal
Solomiya [Compound Eyes]: -2 SPD

SP34 Solomiya used Psybeam!
SP24 Sewaddle used Tackle!

SP++ Oak threw a Sport ball (catch 62%) PcAa8|rSp_1-100 | Almost had it!
SP24 Sewaddle used String Shot!

1-100·1-4·1-16·1-16·1-100·1-4·1-16·1-16

[Professor Oak]

The Sport Ball hit the ground, shaking violently as the Sewaddle inside fought to break free. Oak held his breath, his pulse quickening as he watched the ball shake once, twice, then, with a sharp snap, it burst open, releasing the Sewaddle in a flash of light.

The small Pokémon reappeared, landing firmly on the grass with an indignant chirr. Its leafy cloak was slightly ruffled but its determination was unwavering. Oak could hardly believe it. Despite the Psybeam and three attempts to capture it, the Sewaddle remained defiant, refusing to be caught. Unexpectedly, the bug shot a thick, sticky strand of silk from its mouth. The String Shot flew through the air with surprising speed, wrapping around Solomiya’s delicate wings and binding them tightly.

Solomiya let out a startled cry as the sticky webbing tangled her wings, dragging her down toward the ground. “Solomiya!” Oak called out, his voice filled with urgency. But Solomiya wasn’t giving up. Her eyes narrowed with fierce determination, and with a powerful flap of her wings, she strained against the sticky bonds. The silken threads stretched and creaked as she fought against them, her entire body trembling with the effort.

With a final burst of strength, Solomiya shattered the webbing, sending fragments of silk flying in all directions. Her wings flared out in a brilliant display of colour and she ascended into the air, free once more. “Psybeam, Solomiya! One more time!” Oak commanded, his voice steady with renewed confidence.

Solomiya’s eyes glowed with a fierce intensity, and she unleashed another Psybeam, the multicoloured light streaking toward the Sewaddle with pinpoint accuracy. The beam struck the Sewaddle, enveloping it in a dazzling array of colours.

Oak clenched his teeth, feeling the pressure mounting. He met the Sewaddle’s gaze, a silent challenge passing between them as he reached another Sport Ball. “You’re a tough one, I’ll give you that,” Oak muttered. “But we’re not done here.” Steeling himself for another attempt, Oak prepared to make the throw, knowing that this next moment could make or break his chances in the contest.

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OOC: Psybeam and then another Sport Ball!

[Tiki]

BCC Encounter

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Sewaddle  LV 17
HP 30% [14/47]

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Solomiya ♀ LV 17
HP 40% [24/52]

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Sport Balls Left: 12
2/5 Encounters

Sewaddle: Normal
Solomiya [Compound Eyes]: -2 SPD

SP34 Solomiya used Psybeam! 4R6RLMadp_1-16p_1-100 CRITICAL HIT!
SP24 Sewaddle used p_1-4Tackle! p_1-16

SP++ Oak threw a Sport ball (catch 62%) p_1-100 

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Solomiya +3 levels, now Level 20!
+1 happiness, now +3!
She can learn Whirlwind, delete a move?


Sewaddle was captured!
[img src="https://play.pokemonshowdown.com/sprites/xyani/sewaddle.gif" alt=" "]
[b]Sewaddle[/b]
Name: [choose]
Gender: [choose]
Level: 17
OT: @admin
Moves: Tackle, String Shot, Bug Bite, Razor Leaf
Ability: Swarm or Chlorophyll
Nature/Personality: [choose]

1-16·1-100·1-4·1-16·1-100

[Professor Oak]

Oak’s hand trembled slightly as he gripped the Sport Ball, determined to make this throw count. He exhaled slowly, focusing all his energy on the task at hand. With a smooth, controlled motion, he tossed the ball, watching as it arced through the air. The ball struck the Sewaddle squarely and with a flash of light, the tiny bug was drawn inside once more.

This time, the Sport Ball didn’t quiver or shake as violently. It rocked back and forth on the ground before finally, with a soft click, the ball came to a stop, sealing the Sewaddle inside.

Oak’s shoulders sagged with relief. “Got you,” he whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The tension that had gripped him during the battle slowly began to melt away. He knew this wasn’t the strongest or rarest Pokémon he could have caught but it was a catch nonetheless — an entry for the contest and a testament to his persistence.

He turned to Solomiya, who was hovering beside him, her wings still shimmering despite the rough encounter. “You did great, Solomiya,” Oak said, his voice warm with affection. But as he looked closer, he noticed the her wings were slightly tattered and worse for wear. She had fought hard, but the battle had taken its toll. Realising she needed rest, Oak carefully picked up the Sport Ball containing the Sewaddle and tucked it into his bag. “Come on, let’s head back to the fountain. You’ve earned a break.”

The two made their way back through the park, the excitement of the encounter fading into the background as Oak focused on caring for his partner. When they reached the fountain at the centre of the National Park, Oak knelt beside the clear, rippling water. He reached into his bag and pulled out an empty bottle, filling it with the cool water from the fountain.

With gentle hands, Oak offered the bottle to Solomiya, who fluttered down to perch on the edge of the fountain. She drank eagerly, her delicate wings glistening in the sunlight as she sipped the refreshing water. Oak watched her with a quiet smile, feeling a deep sense of contentment. Whatever the outcome of the contest, this moment of peace and companionship made it all worthwhile.

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OOC: Pass on learning Whirlwind. Using Fresh Water to heal Butterfree to full health (self-updated).
Looking for the next encounter!

[Lamont]

BCC Encounter

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Venonat LV 18
HP 100% [55/55]

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Solomiya ♀ LV 20
HP 100% [60/60]

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Sport Balls Left: 11
3/5 Encounters

Venonat: Normal
Solomiya [Compound Eyes]: Normal

SP39 Solomiya feels refreshed!
SP26 Venonat is also looking for some nice fountain water.

[Professor Oak]

The tranquil sound of the fountain’s bubbling water drifted languidly on the autumn breeze as Oak and Solomiya took a moment to recover from the tension. Solomiya perched delicately on the fountain’s rim, her wings gently fanning as she soaked up the sunlight. As they sat, enjoying the peaceful ambiance of the park, Oak felt a strange prickling sensation creep up his spine. He straightened, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. Slowly, almost unwillingly, he turned his head.

He squinted and there, barely visible among the blades of tall grass, two ruby-red compound eyes peered back at him. The creature began to make its advance, slinking out of the grass towards them with a predatory glide that oozed sleaze. With what could only be described as a twisted grin on its face, the Venonat sidling up to Solomiya, eyes roving over her delicate form with a licentious gleam.

“Alright, luv, you're a right proper catch, ya know?” the Venonat said in a vulgar tone. “A real stunner, with those wings and all. How ’bout you an’ me go for a little flutter, eh? I’ll show ya a real good time, I will.”

Solomiya recoiled, her wings fluttering in irritation. “Excuse me? I do not require your company," she replied, her voice laced with disdain. "Your presence is quite unpleasant."

The Venonat didn’t take the hint. Instead, it edged closer, seemingly unfazed by the rebuke. “Oi, don’t be like that, sweetheart. You’re a real looker, y’are. Bet you turn heads all over this park. You playin’ hard to get, eh? I like that in a catch.”

Solomiya’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Catch?” she repeated, her voice as cold as ice. “How dare you refer to me as a catch? I'm not an object to be acquired. Leave at once, or you’ll regret it.”

The Venonat chuckled darkly, a sound that was both grating and unsettling. “What’s the big deal, luv?" it said with a twisted sort of pride in its voice. "All us bugs are catches ’round here. Ain’t that the way of the park? It’s just a matter of time before someone nabs ya, so why not enjoy yourself while you can?”

Solomiya bristled at the words, her wings flaring out in a show of force. “I assure you, I am not like the rest of you. I will not be reduced to your level.”

With a nonchalant shrug, the Venonat sneered, "Suit yourself, princess. But won’t be long before someone stuffs you in a ball and parades you in front of the judges."

At that, Solomiya’s patience snapped. Solomiya’s wings buzzed furiously and her eyes glowed with a fierce light as she unleashed a Psybeam from her antennae. The beam of psychic energy struck the Venonat forcefully, the impact sent the pest flying backward into the tall grass where it landed in a heap, twitching and momentarily stunned.

The sudden aggression caught Oak off guard, leaving him puzzled by her uncharacteristic outburst. He had seen Solomiya in battle many times before but this felt different — more personal, almost as if something had deeply offended her.

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OOC: Psybeam x2

[Tarlar]

The psybeam slammed into the venonant, who sent a much weaker wave return the other way, which got cut short when the butterfree repeated her attack and knocked it out for good.

Solomiya gains +2 levels and grows to [lv 22]!
+1 happiness, now +4!
59/65 HP after level up

(ooc: a friendly reminder to not write whether the attack hits or not, even if it is a 100% accuracy )

[Professor Oak]

The Psybeam slammed into the Venonat, who could only muster a weak retaliatory wave of psychic energy before Solomiya’s wings flared out as she intensified her Psybeam. The iridescent beam struck with finality, sending the purple bug crashing into the grass with a dull thud. As it lay there, barely conscious, the Venonat let out a final rasp, "Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a buzz."

The Venonat’s eyes fluttered shut as it finally lost consciousness, its words trailing off into nothingness. Solomiya turned away, her wings slowly settling back into a calmer rhythm. But as she did, a flash of movement caught Oak’s eye. He looked back to where the Venonat lay, only to find the spot empty – the bug was gone. The tall grass swayed lightly in the breeze, but there was no sign of the Venonat.

A chill ran down Oak’s spine as he scanned the area, searching for any sign of what had happened. His mind raced, trying to make sense of the sudden disappearance. A memory surged forward, unbidden – a flashback to a steamy jungle, where the air was thick with humidity and the cries of wild Pokémon echoed in the distance. He recalled the feeling of being watched, hunted by something hidden, perfectly camouflaged among the foliage.

The flashback was brief, but the unease lingered. Oak blinked, shaking his head as the memory faded, replaced by the quiet, sunlit park. He turned back to Solomiya, who had settled once again on the fountain’s lip, noticing the frayed edges of her once pristine wings. With a concerned frown, he reached into his bag, rummaging past Poké Balls and other medicine until his fingers closed around a Potion.

“Hold still, girl. This won’t take long,” Oak murmured as he pressed the spray nozzle. A fine mist of healing liquid dispersed over her delicate wings, catching the sunlight in a rainbow arc. The potion worked quickly, soaking into the tattered membrane, mending the small tears and revitalising the weakened areas. The ragged edges of her wings began to smooth out, the vibrant colours returning with a renewed lustre.

“There, all better,” Oak said softly, his hand lingering near her, offering comfort. Solomiya responded with a gentle nuzzle, her gratitude clear in the warmth of her gaze.

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OOC: Oh, my bad! XD Completely forgot and got carried away. Will be more mindful in the future.
Using Potion to heal to full heatlh (self-updated 5 -> 4). New encounter please!