Practice Makes Perfect [Mission]

[Xav]

Rory had been so eager to join the Resistance, so happy to be doing something to help fight the tyranny of the Night Police and actually do something for the greater good. Sure, not all the people of the Sol Resistance were exactly cheerful folks, but he imagined that when you were fighting such overwhelming odds it could be hard to remain chipper. Especially seeing as he was a stranger in their midst, just given his first pokemon and as of yet untested. Well he was going to change that quickly, it was time to put himself to work!

He had taken a few minutes before he went looking for missions to meet his new partner and find out what exactly a 'Gothita' was, and he couldn't help but be a tiny bit disappointed. His new pokemon looked like a toddler, albeit a purple-skinned one, covered in bows. Sure they weren't actually bows but they sure as hell looked like they were! Still, it only took a little bit of awkward fumbling with the Gothita before they settled on a name and Rory was able to figure out what sort of move pool his pokemon had. Psychic-type at least was cool and he had to cut the Gothita, newly nicknamed Azul, a little slack. Level five pretty much amounted to a baby after all, right? It would outgrow the bow-wearing baby look when it evolved... Whenever that was. He'd figure that out later! For now he just scooped up the little pokemon and headed for the Operations tent, on the lookout for something he could do to lend a hand. He had thought he'd find something simple, like fetching firewood or something, but the missions that were posted were a bit more intense than that. Still, one was about catching pokemon and he needed to figure out the whole battling and capturing thing /anyways/. Two birds one stone in his eyes. And even if he couldn't manage to scoop up three pokemon like the mission asked for he was sure that even just one or two would help out a bit. So he quickly went in for his briefing and was on his way to Winchester Town.

This was definitely where that Arcanine DNA came in handy, he was happy to say. Where it might have taken another operative without some sort of transportation days to make it to Winchester Town from the campsite it was just a matter of hours for Rory. He didn't bother pushing himself too hard but he was still maintaining a speed that an average person could only dream of. He was sure his talent for running would get a lot of use in the Resistance as well, he always made for a great messenger. Not needing a vehicle meant he was able to stay off the streets and pick a more stealthy way to his targets, as well as making him hard to catch. Perhaps when he had gained the trust of the higher-ups, but for now he was happy enough with little grunt work like catching pokemon for other newcomers.

He slowed to a walk as the town came in to sight, looking around for signs of life as he released Azul from his pokeball once more. The Gothita took one glance around before he shifted closer to his trainer, trusting the relative safety of his barely known trainer to the unknown of his surroundings. "Come on Azul, it's fine. We just need to find some pokemon... Fighting them will also make you stronger. We should probably stick to the outskirts of the town, probably more pokemon out here." Rory was trying to be encouraging but it didn't really help- Azul would rather worry about being safe than strong. But his trainer was already moving forward and the Gothita had no choice but to follow, sticking as close to his feet as he could without just latching on and letting the Arcanine 'morph drag him. He certainly wasn't as excited about this whole journey as Rory seemed to be...

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Mareep -

♂ - level 4
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"Look at all that grass!" The Mareep said to no one in particular as it darted over to the patch of brown grass that had been revealed by the melting snow. It was the first grass he had found that was still completely undisturbed. The few others that had started to show were already filled with prints of various other Pokémon, upturning the earth and making the whole patch muddy and gross, no way he could get his satisfying first bite of the year from those.

It suddenly hit the Mareep that he had to be careful. Other Pokémon were sure also looking for the grassy blotches. He quickly whipped his head around as he looked for anyone close. Not finding any, he calmed himself with a deep breath and started approaching the break in the snow.

A soft grunt escaped his throat as he took his first bite. For the past few months he’d had to survive on dry, hay. Stupid, gross hay. Even worse, it was second-hand hay, having no owner to take care of him. And even though this grass was still a dirty brown-green color from being covered by the snow for so long, it tasted better than any hay he had ever had. He continued chomping and chewing, eating as if it was the best thing he had ever eaten in his entire life, too preoccupied with the food to keep an eye on his surroundings anymore.
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[Xav]

What luck that they managed to stumble across a pokemon in no time at all! Rory had never really seen a Mareep up close and personal before and there was an absurd desire in the back of his head to try and... Herd the pokemon? How strange. Seemed the sheep pokemon managed to kick up some of those more Arcanine instincts of his. Luckily it was nothing he couldn't dismiss to the back of his mind, instead trying to focus on the pokemon itself. It was distracted, hadn't even noticed them, which probably meant that he should attack it now and get a cheap hit in... But that didn't exactly sit well with him. It was a wild mareep foraging for food after a long winter, he was sure that underneath the wool it was skin and bones. He needed to capture pokemon but he could still be nice about the whole thing.

"Uh, hello there! Nice weather, isn't it? You seem rather hungry. Might I offer you some more filling food?" Bribery seemed like a good way to go- he had plenty of food for Azul that sharing it wasn't something to sweat over. He moved a bit closer to the Mareep and offered a smile, ignoring the soft huff his actions got from Azul. The Gothita knew /exactly/ where the food the Mareep was going to get was coming from and he wasn't too happy about it! He resisted the urge to give the other pokemon the stink eye though, probably because he knew his trainer wouldn't appreciate it. He was really a goody two-shoes type of guy, that much was obvious...

Rory stopped to pull a handful of the pokemon food from his bag, bending down to drop it on the ground before he took a few quick steps back, not wanting to startle the pokemon away. Nothing about the mission said he had to fight the pokemon to capture them, if he could avoid a battle he was more than happy to. Especially against a pokemon he felt rather sorry for... He knew farmers tended to have herds of Mareep, perhaps this one had just gone wild?

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Mareep -

♂ - level 4
Static
Tackle

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The Mareep froze mid-bite. There was something behind him and it was talking to him. At least, it seemed to be talking to him. He rebuked himself for not being more careful and forgetting where he was. This was Winchester Town, a dangerous place where everyone could suddenly lurk up to you. And steal your food. He really wanted to keep this food. Still, whoever it was also offered him food, better food even. Or so it said.

Slowly, he turned his head towards the sound and then moved in front of his patch, as if they would forget about it if he blocked it partly from view. Then he saw there were two. One human-looking form and a small Pokémon. A gust of wind allowed him to smell them better. He recognized a psychic type but also something else.. Like, a dog. It frightened him. They always tried using dogs to chase him to get him where they needed him to go. He didn't like that. Still, he had to try to defend this place. Instinctively his wool bristled and expanded by the sense of danger.

Only then he saw, and smelled, the brown biscuits of Pokémon food the trainer had put on the ground. They didn't look particularily appetizing, but their smell more than made up for it. "Ooooh" he moaned softly, his mouth starting to water. "T-that smells so good."
Danger almost forgotten, he took a few steps forwards, his eyes on the food. It couldn't hurt to eat it, could it? It was just lying there.. He took a couple more steps. Then the scent of dog invaded his nose again. The Mareep froze, confused for a second before shaking its head vigorously. He almost did it again, lost his focus around food.

"Wh-who are you? I won't fall into your trap! What are you doing here? Don't steal my food! You won't like it!"[/blockquote]

[OOC: I am gone for easter break until most likely Sunday, chances are I won't be online until them. Hope that's okay!]
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