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usedstockpile) wrote2016-11-23 06:22 pm
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[Solo| Route 2]
[Gil and Bel have been bored. The creatures along the first few stretches of road have been dull and overly common. Simple birds, rats, rodents of various types. Nothing remotely regal, or worthy of his attention at the very least. At least Eevees had limitless potential to become nearly anything, but a Pidgey? Lame.
So, he still had his first five Pokéballs, set aside on the sleeping bag he'd rolled out to do inventory and a spot of laundry in a stream. Well, four, now.
....Wait. Four?] What? Bel, did you move one of the Pokéballs? We've only got five, we can't really afford to lose one right now. Wait, where's my toothbrush?
[The Eevee jumps up and is on high alert, nose twitching in the air and ears scanning for noise. Bel yips and darts towards a tree, standing near its base with a growl. In the tree on a low branch is a sassy looking purple cat. Under a paw pressed onto the branch is the missing Pokéball, and in its mouth is a bright yellow toothbrush. It looks grossly pleased with itself.]
Oh. I should've figured, really. Thieving is rather unbecoming a cat, you know. It's more befitting of mongrels and rats.
[The Purrloin frowns, standing on its hind legs to...oh, now that's just uncalled for. It picks up the pokeball and makes noises in a piss poor attempt to mimic Gil's chastisments.]
"Nyanya, nyayaya, yahyahyah. Nya!"
[It even picks up the pokeball and tosses it up to catch it several times as it mocks the boy, feeling rather safe as Bel fruitlessly tries to dash up the tree with no claws. It spins the pokeball on a sharp shiny claw, giggling to itself at Bel's misfortune.
And then it does something blindingly stupid.
It throws the ball up and, in a show of dexterity, catches it on just one claw. On the activator button. The ball pops open and sucks the Purrloin in a flash of light before bouncing down to the ground. It shakes a couple of times before stilling. Congratulations, Gil, a Purrloin caught itself.]
...Well. That just happened.