Baby, It's Cold Outside [MOD/OPEN]

As he walked along by himself, there was a rustle in the bushes that snapped Bellamy out of his daydream-esque thinking. He stopped abruptly, not walking to walk any forward until he saw what was going to come waltzing out of the snow-covered foliage. He'd heard on the radio that some Pokemon were swarming in this forest, and he especially hoped he wasn't about to encounter a hoard.

To his surprise, though, a lone Growlithe came out at him. His behavior looked playful at best, and mischievous at worst. "Hey, boy. You look a little cold out here." Jordan obviously knew that Growlithe could warm their body temperature to keep themselves comfortable in even the harshest conditions, but he thought it would sound playful. The dog's bark in response was a bit intimidating, but it wasn't enough to throw off Bellamy. He reached for a Pokeball on his belt clip, deciding this Growlithe was worth a shot. "How about a battle, huh? You look like you want to play. C'mon, Munna!"

The floating Psychic type Pokemon burst out in light, and the Growlithe was immediately crouched down, set to pounce. Bellamy called for Munna to use Defense Curl as Growlithe stared her down, using his own Leer attack. When the tiger-striped Pokemon leaped into the air baring its teeth, the young researcher immediately knew that Munna wouldn't last long in this fight if a Bite attack landed. "Dodge it, and then use Psywave!"

Munna floated upward and just out of her opponent's attack range. Before Growlithe's paws could return to the Earth, Munna was blasting pink and blue colored rings at the wild Growlithe. The passed over his body, as if he were jumping through hoops, and were causing some pain and discomfort by the grimace on the Pokemon's face. As he landed, the Growlithe looked a bit winded, and Bellamy decided his opponent was sufficiently weakened. He'd never actually captured a Pokemon, after all, so he didn't know exactly what he was doing. But he threw his Pokeball at the wild Fire type anyway and hoped for the best.

Defense Curl | Psywave | Lucky Chant
EXP: 0/15

Bellamy ran over to grab the Pokeball once it had stopped shaking. "Fantastic work, Munna," he called out behind him to thank his special partner. With her help, he had just successfully captured his first Pokemon. And it was a Growlithe - imagine that! He clipped the minimized Pokeball to himself, excited to have time later to release his Growlithe and get know it better while also studying its behavior. "Well, this little walk through the forest isn't so bad after all."

Or maybe he had spoken too soon. Because it wasn't long after they had continued their walk that another Pokemon crossed their path. Or rather, it did not cross their path. The Nidoran had fallen asleep under the snow and Bellamy did not see it before he accidentally stepped down on it. He yelped in pain with an "Ow!", startling his Munna. Looking down, he saw what he had stepped on and panic immediately set in. The Nidoran was stirring, being violently awaken by the young man's stomp. All the researcher could think about, though, was whether or not he had just inadvertently poisoned himself.

The Nidoran was not taking too kindly to having been disturbed, and turned his angry sights on Bellamy. Munna called out, trying to warn her trainer. "Munna use Psy... Psyducks are typically found in..." he trailed off, becoming slightly delirious from the trace amounts of poison entering his system. The Nidoran was preparing to Peck Bellamy, but Munna wasn't going to let that happen. She used Psywave on the Nidoran, hoping to scare it off for good. The attack did some harm and left the Nidoran weak thanks to type advantage. As it turned its new sights on Munna, the thing jumped into the air after the pink Pokemon, connecting with a peck attack.

Nidoran went back for another Peck but Munna countered with a Defense Curl. The two Pokemon were having it out while Munna just hoped her trainer could get it together long enough to help her out in this situation. Meanwhile, Bellamy was looking through his pack for an Antidote and coming to the sad realization that he did not have one. He was beginning to sweat, despite the freezing temperatures, and knew that he would, reluctantly, he would have to turn around and go back to Calitha for help from the Pokemon Center. His really great day had just taken the worst possible turn. And to top it off, Nidoran had just grounded Munna with yet another Peck attack. With no guidance, Munna was losing this battle. Fast.

"Oh, no you don't, you..." he trailed off again, beginning to lose the strength to keep talking. He threw a Pokeball at the wild Pokemon, hoping to either keep it from attacking his Munna by capturing it or scaring it away. Whichever happened first would suffice. In any case, once the Nidoran was dealt with, he would use the last of his strength to release Fletchling from his Pokeball. The bird Pokemon erupted from the Pokeball into the sky, flying much higher than Munna, who was now levitating again, could ever hope to float.

Looking up at the both of them, he said in a decibel just over a whisper, "Get help." The two Pokemon went off in the same direction to find some sort of assistance for their trainer.

Defense Curl | Psywave | Lucky Chant
08/15


Growl | Tackle | Quick Attack
00/24

Fletchling, from up above, had been the first to spot the Torchic and his trainer. He chirped in the air, alerting Munna that they needed to go just a bit due east to find help. The two would approach the brown-haired researcher in no time, given the pace they were moving at; the urgency was apparent.


When they arrived at Alexis's training site, they frantically cried out and made erratic movements in hopes that she would catch on to what they were saying. Unfortunately, communicating with strangers was never as easy as communicating with one's own trainer was. Between Munna's bellows and Fletchling's chirps, neither Pokemon was sure that the person standing before them was understanding that their trainer was in a potentially very serious situation just a few meters away.


Deciding that it might have a better chance getting through to Torchic who could then get through to his trainer, Fletchling began to talk directly at the fire chick Pokemon. He said that his trainer had been poisoned, and was beginning to get sick. We need help, he chirped finally, waiting for Torchic to try communicating the message. Munna and Fletchling were ready to lead the wake back to Bellamy, but they needed to know they would have Alexis's help first.


Meanwhile, back at the battle site, Bellamy was making poor examples of snow angels. His skin was burning up, and the snow felt good against his body so he wanted it over all of his body. He could hardly stay up on his feet, so his only option now was to wait on his Pokemon to bring help of some form. This was an early test of how much trust he was ready to instill in his team.

Defense Curl | Psywave | Lucky Chant
08/15


Growl | Tackle | Quick Attack
00/24