Beginner Run: Sapahn (Ruined Palace)
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Post #6

Balance thrown off, Abigail begins to plummet, casting a flurried Peck at the Alolan Rattata. Beak lands dangerously true, stabbing into the side of its small muzzle, just barely short of the eye. Startled by the hit, the mid-bite creature instead gives a screech, and pushes off of the Pidgeotto. Black body thuds onto the ground as it fails to land on its feet, but it quickly wriggles back onto its feet.

Meanwhile, Abigail frantically beats her wings to try to keep herself from falling down into her Trainer's waiting hands. She manages to right herself at the end of the plummet and with a surge of her wings, she manages to keep from falling completely into her Trainer's arms--instead, she touches down briefly on Marcus' shoulder and uses it to springboard back off and plunge toward the Alolan Rattata. Admittedly, she gives Marcus a face full of flurried feathers as she does so, and casts back an apologetic caw in the moment before she moves to attack.

Her right wing, the same one that had nearly just become a Rattata's snack, is overtaken by a bright white glow, similar to when she'd used Quick Attack. She shoves the wing forward as she dives down to the hissing rat and gives it a solid thwack against the middle of its bodice with the wing, sending it flying back and into the overgrown grass with a cry. Abigail banks back to hover above her Trainer. The grass is still--though they can't see through the overgrowth, it lays stunned and dazed among the blades, and it'll take a second for it to recover.

With the threat at least temporarily subdued, the ancient statue of a Ranger shuffles forward and around the bush that Marcus had unintentionally intruded on. At first glance, she didn't see anything, but then she noticed a small glimmer in the dead grass at the bush's base. She shuffles the debris out of the way, unveiling a small golden amulet.

"Ah," she thinks aloud, "It's been hoarding shiny things." Another shuffle and she finds more things beneath it--a broken glass that catches the light, a silvery scrap of aluminum foil. It was probably collecting materials for a flashy nest that would attract a mate. She casts her gaze back to where the Rattata had flown into the grass. She can't see it just yet, and where it landed hadn't begun moving, so she assumes that it's either waiting or was dazed. "We can move past it if you'd like, it probably won't chase us once we get away from what it's guarding."


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Rattata-Alola / ? / ?? / ??? / 62% / [CON]
It's stunned!

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Abigail the Pidgeotto / F / Bashful / Keen Eye / 94%
Used Wing Attack!

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#12
Spitting feathers out of his mouth, Marcus forced a smile back at the apologetic Pidgeotto before she soared in with her Wing Attack in retaliation. Marcus winced as he realized it was her right wing she used for the attack. He watched as she returned to his side and noticed she was favoring the injured wing, making her flutter somewhat lopsided. She must have pulled a muscle fighting against Rattata's weight.

"Abigail, please don't hurt yourself over your pride," he spoke with a sigh. This could make things more difficult and he certainly didn't want Abigail to wear out more than she needed to, especially with Asher the way he was.

Meanwhile, Babbs finished her quick inspection of the bushes while Rattata remained silent. Marcus relaxed when she announced her conclusion.

"I think that's a good call," he answered before turning to his partner. "Abigail, I need you to stay on the ground for a bit. Your wing is injured and you need to let it rest."

With a nod, Abigail descended to his feet as gently as she could. Marcus began to walk toward the bushes, minding to sidestep where Rattata and its treasure lay. Behind his back, Abigail glanced briefly at where her opponent disappeared before following her trainer on talon.

"I hope it'll be okay," Marcus mused on his way through the underbrush. "It could be attacked while it's unconscious, couldn't it?"
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#13
Post #7

They manage to snake past the territorial rat and safely continue down the shrub-covered path. Babbs relaxes a little once they're a safe distance away, and turns with interested features at Marcus' mutter of concern.

"He won't be out for long enough," she reassures calmly, certainly. "There aren't big enough bullies out here to be worried about it." Even as she says it, while looking back at Marcus she catches sight of shifting grass in the distance behind him, near the spot where the Rattata had fallen. The black shadow scurries out onto the path, stares at them for a moment, then scampers back into the underbrush.

As they walk, trees begin to sporadically crop up. The path around the courtyard stretches around in a wide circle, and their short excursion should take them all of the way around it. On the opposite side, they can already see the hunched forms of the orchard's fruit trees, barren in the chill of the season. On this side, a dry fountain sits up ahead, tiered with three large bowls, decreasing in size as they runged up the fountain's supportive stone pillar. A larger retaining wall races around the grounded base. Skeletons of withered plants drape lifelessly from the various tiers of the fountain, showing the extent of its abandonment.

Now that they're in a more clear spot, Babbs turns her attention to the grounded Pidgeotto. "Is her wing alright?" she inquires, glancing toward Marcus. The Alolan beast had managed to do a little bit of damage before Abigail could shake him off, but he'd gotten some nonetheless; bird wings weren't typically known for their sturdiness. Babbs sits on the lip of the fountain's basin, extending a hand toward the injured avian to volunteer to give it a look.


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"I'm not sure," Marcus answered hastily, "so it's probably best to keep her off it."

He detached Abigail's Poke Ball from his belt and anxiously began fidgeting with it as he walked along. As much as he wanted to recall the injured Pidgeotto to keep her away from further harm, he knew doing so would stall the healing process. If there was any hope of her recovering on the go, she needed to be free as she was now.

The boy's thoughts were interrupted when he noticed Abigail come to an abrupt stop at his side. He looked up to see Babs seated on the fountain before them with a hand outstretched toward the Flying-type. While Abigail stood stiff with her gaze fixed on Babs's hand, it took Marcus a moment to realize what was going on.

He hesitated before speaking again, "No offense, but do you know what you're doing?"

He was eager to get Abigail help but he wasn't certain of the Ranger's capabilities. They could just wait to visit a Pokemon Center afterward whereas Babs could cause more harm than good due to inexperience for all Marcus knew. Meanwhile, Abigail wasn't budging and Marcus couldn't blame her. In addition to her Trainer's uncertainty, she most likely didn't have a clue as to the meaning of Babs's gesture.
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#15
Post #8

Babbs chuckles at the Trainer's skepticism. She doesn't blame them, and it's probably a sign of a smart Trainer to not trust the eccentric old lady with the fragile wing of their companion.

"No worries, laddie, I was just gonna make sure that if it bit her, it doesn't get infected; I've got spray to help with that. They shouldn't carry diseases or anything, but you never know what a Rattata's been chewing on." Her tone is good-natured. She doesn't mention the fact that she's patched more Pidgeotto wings than she had wrinkles on her face. Regardless, doesn't want Marcus to be uncomfortable, so she rises and gives him a smile. "It's alright, though, if you keep her in the ball, she should be fine. Ya've got a good reason to be concerned."

Babbs turns her gaze down the tree-lined path of the orchard route. She heaves her old bones off of the hard stone with a grunt, leaning on her cane for support, then giving a spry little shuffle of boots beneath her long garb to head towards it.

"Shouldn't be much further; let's see what else is out today." As if summoned, a cacophony rises from the trees. Several bird type Pokemon scatter to the skies from the trees, but the cause of the disturbance is unclear from this distance. "Well, kiddo, that's our cue," she chuckles, beckoning him onward. They'd best check it out.


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There's a disturbance further down the path!

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With an excited caw at the sight of the fleeing flock, Abigail spread her talons and, slowly, her wings. Her injured wing didn't stretch to a full wingspan, but she kicked at the ground regardless. The scrape of her claws against cobblestone alerted Marcus from his hypnotized glance at the disturbance, causing him to turn around in time to see the first flaps of his partner's wings.

"No, Abigail! Stop!" he blurted, firming his grip on her Poke Ball. His shout was enough to startle the Pidgeotto into a brief stumble, which she regained her footing with a few more beats of her wings before closing them again.

With a sigh, Marcus pressed the button on the ball. It burst open and absorbed Abigail in a red flash and snapped shut. Despite Babb's assurance, he still wasn't sure this was best, but this latest event in addition to her somewhat reckless tendencies in the previous battle was warning enough not to keep her out this time around. He shook his head as if to physically clear it while attaching the ball to his belt.

The tree the birds had fleed from certainly wasn't hard to miss. In the dead of winter, one of the tallest evergreens in the courtyard easily stook out like a sore thumb. The bare trees around it were packed enough to darken the path forward, so Marcus looked up at the palace looming over them. Three towers dotted the side of the building facing them that could possibly be made out atop the leafless branches. It was difficult for Marcus to tell from here how far along this evergreen was, but at least the towers would give him an idea of how far along they'd be: if they reached the last one, on the corner of the building, they'd obviously gone too far.

It wasn't perfect, but at least it was something. With a deep breath, he made his way into the shadow of the trees and watched the first tower disappear behind him before glancing forward for any sign of the second creeping in against the overcast sky. All the while, he took care to soften his steps on the dead leaves littering the trail to help his ears make out any noise over his own.
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#17
Post #9

Babbs casts a sad glance down at the poor Pidgeotto, watching as the beautiful tan bird scrabbled against the stone. She gives a small smile of reassurance as Marcus withdraws the Pokemon into her ball; it was an unfortunate necessity. Her eyes follow Marcus, watching as he benchmarks their location against the landmark towers and moves toward the commotion.

The old Ranger shuffles quietly along behind him, her boots landing in the right spots to keep her surprisingly stealthy, the only sound coming from the light tapping of her cane and the occasional scuff of her boots on the rocky path. They disappear beneath the skeletal branches of the orchard, stretching over them like the black fingers of an eerie cage. Babbs watches the benchmarked towers as they head toward the signature evergreen further down.

However, they don't need to--the flock of birds that had risen from the evergreen has curled towards them, dipping back down through the treeline and straight up the path toward them! As they come closer, Babbs identifies the rosy flurry of wings as belonging to the most common Rattata hunter in these parts: Spearow. The flock isn't angry, however--it's terrified, frantically flapping away from something. Babbs ducks and captures a glimpse of the pursuants.

Several sets of thick, leathery wings flap after the Spearow flock, accentuated by the long, gaping voids that serve as the creatures' mouths. Several Golbat chase the flock, and Babbs can't blame them for their terror; those mouths can snap up a Spearow in a moment. A particularly sonic-paced Crobat or two leads the charge, hot on the Spearow's heels with the Golbat close behind. However, a slower and smaller figure lags behind. A poor Zubat, seemingly disoriented by all of the wing noise echoing off of the stone (and without the eyes to help it echolocate what is what), beats frantically behind them. It seems weaker than most, and the group doesn't wait for it even as it trails more and more behind.

"Seems we've got a straggling runt," Babbs says empathetically, offering a smile. At the sound, the Zubat seems to pause in mid-air, realizing it was flying close to whatever omitted it. It spins in mid-air, searching, giving off a small screech to try to figure it out.


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Zubat / ? / ?? / ??? / 100% [CONFUSED]
It's trying to find Marcus and Babbs with its echolocation!

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A distant sound of flapping wings and piercing caws grew closer, breaking Marcus's searching gaze along the orchard's canopy just in time for him to glimpse the line of Spearow cut between the thick tree trunks... in a beeline heading for them, he instinctively noted and dove out of the way. Leaves crunched and clung to his jacket as he rolled to a stop before hitting a tree next to him. The prey and their pursuers were already past before Marcus could reorient himself He looked up as Babs spoke, spotting the lost-looking Zubat she spoke of.

A chill ran down his spine as he watched the searching bat Pokemon. The brisk breeze around him wasn't the only culprit: he had a decision to make now. Abigail was in no condition to fight after the damage their last opponent had done, and Asher - he gulped, surveying the dead branches around them - could be pretty risky if he got too excited.

Gut turning and heart racing, Marcus quickly snapped up a Poke Ball from his belt and glared at the Zubat. He just had to be confident. Without a word, he dropped the ball and the small camel appeared, glancing around fiercely.

"Asher, use Ember on Zubat," the boy whispered. "But hold back. Just get the Zubat's attention." At the last bit, Asher turned to Marcus with a scowl. Marcus grinned and, with a wink, added, "Go in with your strongest Take Down attack, too."

Asher nodded and turned to face Zubat, the hump on his back glowing a dim orange among the yellow and green fur. A small ball of fire burst from the hole of his hump, hurling through the air and gradually losing strength as it approached its target. However, it was a different story for the Numel charging headlong behind it, ready to kick off the ground and tackle the lost flying Pokemon.
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#19
Post #10

The Zubat whirls in frantically-flapping circles, it's face twisted eternally into a fanged scowl. It alerts at the thud of the Numel materializing, its small weight resting on the crinkly leaves and crunching on the scattered dead branches. Its blue body begins to flutter toward the noise, but sensitive ears cup the bubbling whisper of the nearby Trainer. It doesn't have the time to move toward that one, though, as the spitting embers burst from the Numel's humped back and up toward it.

The slowing Ember gets close enough to draw the little bat in with the heat, close enough to feel... and then suddenly a comparatively large body crashes into its tiny, fragile form as Asher delivers a solid Take Down! The Screech that bursts from its maw in response is deafening, causing Babbs to clap her hands quickly over her ears and Asher to stumble as he lands. The two tumble to the ground, the impact sending the little bat rolling away from the volcanic camel.

It flops on the uneven paved stones like a Magikarp tossed from the water, trying to rise but unable to figure out which way is up in its disorientation. Asher sways a little from side to side as he recovers, before snapping himself out of it, though he can't help but feel a little bit of a disorienting, aching throb in his temple from the harshness of the sound. The Numel casts a quick glance back at his Trainer... This thing... wasn't really putting up a fight.


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Zubat / ? / ?? / ??? / 81% [CONFUSED]
Used Screech! It's... pitifully confused...

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Asher the Numel / M / Hasty / Oblivious / 100% [DEF-2]

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Marcus felt his heart leap as he eyed the sparks shave past the frantic bat. With the plantlife around them dead from the winter chill, he had hoped the attack would land. Fortunately the petering embers disippated, briefly basking tree bark in an orange glow. The abrupt screech from the Zubat as Asher's tackle made contact alerted his attention back to the battle. The two Pokemon tumbled to the ground and the Numel winced as the frozen dirt scraped his feet upon impact and the harsh noise breaching his ears.

Ears ringing, Marcus returned Asher's glance. For now his partner didn't seem as eager to charge in as he usually did, which was a good thing as he found himself uncertain of what to do next as their opponent flailed helplessly before them. It was obviously too energetic yet to be captured but to continue to attack felt wrong. Asher must've known this too.

Remembering the items he had been given by the park's gate attendant, Marcus reached into his jeans' pocket and retreived a dark red cookied wrapped in clear plastic. The attendant had mentioned to him that it was made with an ingredient found to help cure Pokemon of ailments. He wondered if it would help the Zubat. If not, a treat might at least help it calm down.

He looked to Asher again as he approached the floundering bat. "Be ready," he spoke, to which Asher gave a firm nod. He broke the wrapper and pulled out the cookie before kneeling next to the Zubat and holding it closing as the its constant flapping would allow him to.
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