Lusamine has taught him the basics of Pokémon training and battling, but the true test comes in the form of capturing one. Apparently you can’t fight them even with a sword (and the things her face did when he asked her that were worth the stupid question) but she’s handed him a Pokéball and told him to let her know whenever he sees a Pokémon he wants. She’ll help him catch it.
Of course he’s not about to let things be that easy. He’s going to have to learn everything about this world on his own isn’t he? He might as well catch his first Pokémon by himself as well.
(She warns him that he absolutely cannot take a sword to a Pokémon and if he does she’ll have some strong words for him. He’s lucky enough that she’s letting him carry a sword around in the first place!)
They’re making their way through a route to get somewhere (some larger city, from the sound of it) when he sees the Pokémon he wants. “That one!” He points a sharp nail at it, reaching out for Lusamine’s arm to stop her.
She turns a bit and studies the Pokémon in question, then looks at Gangrel in confusion. “That one? A Grubbin?”
The Pokémon in question is probably some kind of grub, yes. It looks like a particularly large, cute beetle of some kind, with large orange pinsirs on the front of its head. “Yes, look at it!” Gangrel continues to point at the bug and the slightly smaller bugs it has gathered around it. “It looks like the leader, doesn’t it?”
Lusamine lets out a small sigh, but she releases Clefable from her Pokéball. “Be careful not to hurt it too badly, dear,” She warns her Pokémon and Clefable nods before preparing her attack.
“No, wait!” He holds out a hand and the Pokémon and trainer turn to him. “I want to catch this on my own!”
“Do you remember what I told you about the sword—”
“I’m not going to stab it!” Gangrel complains and reaches for the Pokéball he’s been wearing on his belt since Lusamine gave it to him. “I’ll handle this without violence!”
The trainer lifts an eyebrow, but she rests a hand in front of her mouth and doesn’t interrupt.
Gangrel takes a step closer to the bugs in their nest and holds out his hands. “Bugs, listen up!” To their credit, the Grubbin all look up at him curiously. “I am Gangrel, former King of Plegia! I intend to capture your leader and reign over you all—”
That’s when one of the bugs launches a Tackle attack at his face. Lusamine gasps as he goes down and Clefable jumps in to take out the bug, but Gangrel’s laughing.
“That’s the spirit! I want that one!” Clefable’s attack has nearly knocked it out and Gangrel tosses his Pokéball at it. It wiggles three times and clicks shut as the other bugs scurry into the bushes to escape.
“Are you alright, dear?” Lusamine asks, holding out a hand to help him up. Gangrel ignores her hand and reaches out to grab the Pokéball instead, looking far too proud of himself.
“I did it! I captured it!”
She looks like she’s going to say something, but eventually she settles on patting him on the head. “Yes, you did. Come, let’s get that little one to the Pokémon Center. You’ll need some ice for that bruise too.”
GRUBBIN
Of course he’s not about to let things be that easy. He’s going to have to learn everything about this world on his own isn’t he? He might as well catch his first Pokémon by himself as well.
(She warns him that he absolutely cannot take a sword to a Pokémon and if he does she’ll have some strong words for him. He’s lucky enough that she’s letting him carry a sword around in the first place!)
They’re making their way through a route to get somewhere (some larger city, from the sound of it) when he sees the Pokémon he wants. “That one!” He points a sharp nail at it, reaching out for Lusamine’s arm to stop her.
She turns a bit and studies the Pokémon in question, then looks at Gangrel in confusion. “That one? A Grubbin?”
The Pokémon in question is probably some kind of grub, yes. It looks like a particularly large, cute beetle of some kind, with large orange pinsirs on the front of its head. “Yes, look at it!” Gangrel continues to point at the bug and the slightly smaller bugs it has gathered around it. “It looks like the leader, doesn’t it?”
Lusamine lets out a small sigh, but she releases Clefable from her Pokéball. “Be careful not to hurt it too badly, dear,” She warns her Pokémon and Clefable nods before preparing her attack.
“No, wait!” He holds out a hand and the Pokémon and trainer turn to him. “I want to catch this on my own!”
“Do you remember what I told you about the sword—”
“I’m not going to stab it!” Gangrel complains and reaches for the Pokéball he’s been wearing on his belt since Lusamine gave it to him. “I’ll handle this without violence!”
The trainer lifts an eyebrow, but she rests a hand in front of her mouth and doesn’t interrupt.
Gangrel takes a step closer to the bugs in their nest and holds out his hands. “Bugs, listen up!” To their credit, the Grubbin all look up at him curiously. “I am Gangrel, former King of Plegia! I intend to capture your leader and reign over you all—”
That’s when one of the bugs launches a Tackle attack at his face. Lusamine gasps as he goes down and Clefable jumps in to take out the bug, but Gangrel’s laughing.
“That’s the spirit! I want that one!” Clefable’s attack has nearly knocked it out and Gangrel tosses his Pokéball at it. It wiggles three times and clicks shut as the other bugs scurry into the bushes to escape.
“Are you alright, dear?” Lusamine asks, holding out a hand to help him up. Gangrel ignores her hand and reaches out to grab the Pokéball instead, looking far too proud of himself.
“I did it! I captured it!”
She looks like she’s going to say something, but eventually she settles on patting him on the head. “Yes, you did. Come, let’s get that little one to the Pokémon Center. You’ll need some ice for that bruise too.”