Recalibration || Training || Grassland 2

[Joseph Alvarez]

Pokemon

[/i] had been met with both the worried glances quietly passed between the bookish Record Keeper (Alexa? Alexia?) and the Receptionist (Luke?) as well as snide sniggering from some of the men who were tasked with processing the request, yet all that mattered in that point of time was that he had a dog. 
Better than just a dog, a Growlithe; One of the most feared of all law enforcement animals, one that would evolve into a scale-tipping seven-foot tall monstrosity and lord forbid the damn beast still think itself of a lapdog at that stage but as Joseph looked down into the earnest golden eyes staring back at him in wonderment, it was with a degree of resignation to the knowledge that training was going to take a while. 

Especially if an animal couldn't comprehend the concept of 'Stay' for over five attempts. 
Bless the panting pup's heart however, it would seem as though trying was the most important part of the task give how he seemed terribly proud of himself despite his progress (or lack thereof). 

"Jaeger. Sit." 
came the deep baritone as he massaged the bridge of his nose exasperatedly and crouched down next to the Growlithe who, to his credit at least sat down immediately rather than needing a trainer to press his rump down. 

"Good."

The loud caw from on his shoulders directed his attention to the Murkrow perched upon it who tilted a feathered head at the situation before letting out a series of clicks and kraaaahs which as he'd learned quickly was some sort of rudimentary morse code. 
The elderly woman who ran the shelter had been raving about the avian's purported knowledge of at least a hundred communicable human words. 
Of course, what Joseph didn't have the heart to tell her was that at least a third of those had been curse words. 

'D-O-G. S-T-U-P-I-D'** 

"Look Gam, we can't all be military-issued war vets a'ight? Be cool." 
Joseph couldn't help the ghost of a smirk curling up the corners of his mouth as he scratched the corvid's chin fondly.

"We'll get through to him." 

'The fuck did you just say?' 
Jaeger narrowed his eyes and glared at Gambit momentarily out of suspicion. What the Murkrow had said sounded like broken gibberish but the human was somehow able to understand it, and it was connected to him somehow. 

'That your progress has been remarkable as of far, friend.'
said the bird smoothly with a mischievous light in his eyes as he flapped down and hopped over to the Growlithe.

'But you know, it would be better if you remained where you were when he tells you to 'Stay''.

'Man, I know it's an order, but given that it's stupid-ass order I'm electing to ignore it. 'Stay' for what when he's going elsewhere?'
A frowned creased over the pup's features as he scratched at an ear before puffing his chest out proudly. 

'A good dog always follows his human everywhere and never abandons them.'

"A'ight, let's try this again lil' man. 
Joseph finally spoke up after having dug in his pockets for a small bag of treats, one which he'd placed on Jaeger's nose. 

"I'm gonna walk all the way there..."

He gestured to the peak of a small grassy hill nearby before patting the dog's rump firmly.

"And you stay right here until I call you. You dig, peritto? Stay." 

Letting the Murkrow hop on to his shoulders once more, he stood up straight and began walking, well-aware of the alert gaze of the pup never leaving his back even as he put more and more space between them. 
The Record Keeper had been curiously tight-lipped about the circumstances from which Jaeger had been rescued by Interpol to serve as a service dog in-training, but the scars that peppered the animal's shoulders and cropped ears---a favored aesthetic of mob dogs gave him something of a clue, and part of him wondered if that was what prevented him even now from simply returning the beast and asking for one trained in basic obedience class commands. 
They were alike in some ways, and giving up on the pup felt like giving up on himself somehow. 

Well, if today was a bust, at the very least there would be a few more weeks of training before the inevitable evaluation period. 

As he looked behind him, it was to see that the pup, despite the pout on that furry face still hadn't budged an inch, and a small smile lit up the man's gaunt features. 
Perhaps progress was being made after all. 


** - Bold-Italics denote Gambit's morse code talk
* - Italics w/colors denote Pokemon talking among themselves. 



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A WILD HORDE HAS APPEARED!

Gotta Catch Em All

Exeggcute & Exeggutor pokemon

Seven (7) number of pokemon

Chlorophyll ability

CHOOSE: GENDER, ABILITY, EVOLVED OR NOT		THREAD MUST END IF YOU CAPTURE FROM HORDE
EVOLVED: Choose 4 LVL 1 - 30 MOVES		NOT EVOLVED: Choose 4 LVL 1 - 50 MOVES

^{CODED BY LYRO}

[Joseph Alvarez]

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The seconds seemed to tick away into as eternity as Jaeger's tail thumped on the ground from furious wagging, a tic rising in the side of his face the longer he watched his human climb the hilly knoll. The urge to get up and run after him was almost too much to bear---Arceus knew how hard it was to find a master who didn't abuse him when he'd done wrong, who didn't leave him chained up for hours on end, who didn't force him on unwilling females to make pups he would never see and were destined to live out the same life he did, and to watch them walk away was the hardest thing the primal part of himself could come to terms with. 
He closed his eyes and tried his best to imagine home, home being the tiny two-bedroom apartment and the floor and carpet next to the hearth which wasn't much yet it was home compared to cages and the sterile environment of the shelter. 
Tried his best to think of the tiny human, his human's pup who brushed his fur and slipped him scraps from her dinner (His human did not like this very much) and drew pictures of him she tacked up on the fridge; That he was worthy of being depicted, of being cherished in such a way was novel to him, and the wilder side of him felt like grabbing it by the throat and never letting go. 
He wasn't going to go back to his old life. That had been a fear of his in the Interpol-run shelter, that no one would want second-hand, damaged goods like himself, but humans were strange creatures for whom logic did not necessarily dictate their actions, and here he was with one who would ensure he never had to go back. 
It was with that in mind that something flipped in his mind as strange, new scents invaded his nostrils and what was left of his ears perked up immediately as he spotted something moving in the undergrowth on the grassy knoll his human had just climbed, and before he knew what he was doing, the stocky pup had barreled towards the source of disturbance at the speed of a bullet, completely disregarding Joseph's alarmed shouts to crash into the shrubbery like a wrecking ball so what were hidden within slowly creeping up to the man scattered like bowling pins. 

'SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKERS!'

"Fuckin' Arceus---"
The Interpol Agent swore under his breath as a massive clutch of what looked like eggs rolled away from the Growlithe who was straddled on what look like a large tree reminiscent of a palm and a baobab that bore fruit which starkly resembled human faces if human faces were doughy and malformed. It was unnerving to say the least, more so the shrill shriek of psychic indignation which was ringing in the back of his head as dozen plus beady little eyes glowed a bright amethyst, and he'd been on the receiving end of enough Psychic attacks from P.Is in the old days to know exactly what that meant. 

"Opening Gambit, buddy! Set up a NightShade to rattle' em and Wing Attack to the one closest to our homeboy!"

A loud KRAAAHHH of affirmation and the bird immediately shot into action as smoky, swirling dark energy began to emanated from his body to form a thick, noxious cloud of something that seemed almost sentient as it overshadowed the entire battlefield to creep and tendril up the backs and sides of the clan of Exeggcutes whose shrieks of fear rang through the woodlands. The clutch closest to Jaeger and the struggling Dali-like palm tree however were unluckiest as stiff wings caught them hard to send the entire group of them scattering to the sound of shattering eggshells. 

"Jaeger get your damn ass to rights! Come!" 

A sharp whistle stopped the dog from attempting to Crunch up one of the hanging heads as he let out a booming bark and lopped for his human amidst a barrage of Bullet Seeds from the surrounding Exeggcutes, several of which dug into his flesh painfully yet withered into burnt husks before any major damage could have been done just as Gambit made a sharp u-turn mid-air with the expertise of a seasoned aerialist to trail his heels. 

The air around them crackled with psychic energy as Joseph noted the spiraling blast of glowing waves from the Exeggutor's open maw which distorted the reality of everything in its path and was headed for a dead-on collusion with the dog who was running as fast as pawpadded feet could take him. Given that Psychic types were favored by interrogators, his reasoning for choosing an old, battle-worn Krow as his first Starter was born out of self-preservation and that of his team more than anything else. 

"Gambit, intercept!" 

Without question, the sable-feathered avian hurtled downwards like a missile and spread his wings just in time to catch the wave of Confusion full-force, and the fear written on the Exeggutor's slack-jawed features was palpable as it watched the psychic energy simply cast aside like water off a Ducklett's back. 

'A valiant attempt, Sirrah. Shall I tip up my chin and offer you a second chance then?'
Gambit's tone was full of civilized taunting as he tipped his head back with a loud caw and Joseph merely smirked at the sight of the Murkrow's well-earned confidence. It made him far more valuable than a novice Pokemon who never had a taste for battle despite his age and disability. 

"Enough playin' around with him, Gam. We're gonna Light Brigade up this motherfucker, 'cept we're gonna win."
The ex-con spared a glance at the Growlithe who finally skittered over to his side and was steadfastly picking out seed bits from auburn fur before turning his attention back upon the Murkrow. 

"Double battle against the Omlette Armada, back to back boys. Ride or die. Set up a Haze cover for limited visibility!"

The temperature dropped several degrees around them as Gambit spun midair like a top swiftly, his movements combining air, dust particles and water droplets to form a thick blanket of white haze that spread across the battlefield like a blanket. 
All for deathly quiet for a moment, each side playing their cards carefully though Joseph's eyes narrowed distastefully as he spotted the  bright gleam of something like plexiglass in the distance which immediately disappeared. 
That he could suddenly make out the Exeggcutes and the Exeggutor slipping in and out through the cover if only because light was Reflecting brilliantly off their bodies at certain angle made his brow furrow in deeper concentration. 

"Looks like they've got their shields up, so we've got to play this right, Perrito. Odor Sleuth and seek 'em out, then raze 'em to the ground with Flamethrower. Check?" 

Before Jaeger could offer an affirmative bark, the deafening explosion that rocked the ground right next to them threw both man and hound aside though it was by their luck that the Haze cover had managed to skew up the Exeggutor's aim and around them the terrain crackled with psychic energy once more, this time tinged with mounting frustration. 

Shooting an A-OK gesture as the Murkrow circling overhead, a wordless pat to the rump sent the Growlithe padding silently through the cover and Joseph could almost taste the tension hanging in the air, tension thick enough to cut which was broken several seconds later as the shrill screeching kicked up in the back of his head again. Why became clear enough as a blast of white-hot fire lit up the battlefield like a burning Christmas Tree and a second clutch of wailing eggs set aflame tumbled out of the battlefield and over the knoll. 

"B-Y-E F-E-L-I-C-I-A"
came the clicks and caws from the Krow from high above and Joseph afforded himself an amused snort---god, what he wouldn't give to find out who the bird's former owner was---though the amusement lasted for all of two seconds when explosions began to rock the ground once more, except these were smaller that hat had sounded like napalm going off next to them earlier but judging from the intensity to which it was being deployed tolf him that the possibility of being maimed by it was much higher. 

"Gambit!"
Two of the egg-grenades from the Barrage exploded square in the Murkrow's left wing and chest as he let out a strangled squawk, unable to keep himself aloft. On sheer instinct the Agent dashed forward, leaping just in time to catch the downed avian before he slammed into the ground headfirst at neckbreaking speeds though the act came with a price, one in the form of another egg-grenade that sailed right on top of Joseph who stared at it like a Deerling in headlights and the howl of pain ringing in the wake of the explosion across the terrain set something off within the Growlithe who had been hastily trying to make his way back to them. 

The deep growl that rolled from his chest was guttural, deeper than any dog his age had a right to and it made the remaining Exeggcute clutches shudder with the knowledge that they had awoken something that would be the face of their demise. 

'You hurt my human'
The tranquil monotone went against the feral light of rage gleaming in Jaeger's eyes as he turned around and spat at the Exeggutor who flinched for the first time in the battle. 

'I'll kill your children. You get to watch.' 

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[Joseph Alvarez]

BATTLE!

[/i] but as he took a good look at the angry red welt that had exploded across his skin, it was with some degree of relief that he noted the injury to be mostly superficial. Then again, had it been his face or Gambit's, things could have been radically different. 

"Doin' aight Scuttlebutt?"
He murmured at the Murkrow nestled in the crook of his arm when the loud, unearthly yowling and howling that sounded not of any animal he knew made both man and avian whip their heads to the source concernedly. The fog was finally lifting and it allowed them ringside seats to the display of unbridled ferocity from the Growlithe who was surrounded in a blaze of blue energy and whirling around like an out-of-control dervish in his Outrage, ripping everything in paths to shreds. It hardly resembled canine behavior at all; The madness was more draconian than anything else as the Exeggcutes shrieked wildly in their death throes, crushed in his jaws and trampled underfoot and reduced to wet, embryonic yellow stains on the ground as their faces were shattered to pieces like broken china dolls. 

"Dio bono."

The anguished wailing of Exeggutor, the 'mothership' of the clutch could have been heard for miles as it trampled around Jaeger, attempting to find some sort of opening to stop the carnage though the remaining clutches invested their energy in billowing a cloud of noxious green spores towards the enraged dog who took a huge whiff of it and spasmed as though in the midst of a Paralyzing seizure. 

"Shit shit shit---Gambit, you good to go?" 

The Murkrow looked up at him and nodded mutely as he cocked his arms back with the bird in tow as though he was about to hit a homerun. 

"Aight, Pursuit on the one closest to him. Make it look like a Wing Attack, once it runs, you take it down!" 

With an almighty heave he flung the avian like a javelin towards the epicenter of the battle, watching as Gambit spread his wings to feint a Wing Attack, and it was enough to send a clutch of psychic eggs scurrying for cover. There wasn't a beat missed as Gambit's eyes went pitch black and his wings tucked against his body like the angry snap of a fan and he hurtled full-speed towards the clutch, smashing into them beak-first so they were sent tumbling over the knoll to scramble after their brethren who had also taken the wisest choice of admitting defeat by leaving the battle before they were reduced to yolk stains on the grass. 

"Jaeger----stop!"
The Agent bellowed as he breached the red zone in the heat of battle, unsure of what to do given that the dog could barely hear him over the din---his mind snapped back to the sniggering guards who found some malevolent amusement in his being assigned this particular dog, and it made him panic at the thought of something similar happening during a covert mission or worse. 
Be that it may that he took pride in battling, overkill was not something he professed to. 
Another whirling flash of fur and fangs and fire, and the sound of smashing eggshells made him grimace as he tried to reach out for the dog but the Exeggutor was faster, finally throwing all caution against the win to slam into the Growlithe and Stomp hard on the exposed-cream-colored belly much to the painful yelping of a creature who just realized in the throes of its madness that he wasn’t as invulnerable as he thought.

“Get out---GO!”
The Agent yelled at the remaining clutch of eggs who were unsure of whether to run or stay and fight for their mothership, and as much mercy as he was affording them now, outside of those close to him Joseph was not a patient man.

“Gambit, Wing Attack and send ‘em packing!”

‘You heard the man!’
The Murkrow squawked harshly as them, a slam of his wings forcing the badly-injured clutch into a hasty retreat and all that remained was the mothership who also turned tail and began to run after what remained of the original brood.
At the sight of the Growlithe writhing away uselessly on the ground however, vengeance was the name of the game as the Psychic palm tree fired up another shot of what looked to be ESP waves except resembling shocking thunderbolts in design. 

"Gambit, cover for him and Night Shade!" 

The bolts, fired full-force came a hair's breadth to smashing into the the paralyzed pup and was strong enough that the Murkrow who swooped in just in time to take the shot was hurled backwards as well even without the damage, and the look on the bird's face was one of wrath. Around him the shadows swirled once more, forming what resembled a banshee which completely enveloped the Exeggutor who howled in terror and agony both, leaving a massive trail of broken vegetation in its attempts to finally escape the situation. 

For a moment Joseph closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that the systematic carnage had bene brought to a halt but the smile he wore vanished as quickly as it came when he saw the flash of stripey fur which had somehow regain all motor control running through the undergrowth to tackle the Exeggutor from behind.

“JAEGER! LEAVE IT!”

He broke into an open run, watching with a sense of horror and mounting futility as the Growlithe clamped heavily-fanged jaws over the gaping mouth of one of the faces, breathing fire into its body so intense in heat that he could see the creature’s three hearts beating frantically within its ribcage just as the smell of burning wood caught his nostrils and the crack-snap of a tree caught in a wildfire preceded the explosion of splinters, burnt vegetation and the singed husks of what used to be the Exeggutor’s faces; gaping holes where the eyes used to be and mouths contorted in a hideous deathmask.
There was nothing to be said for the seconds that passed the end of the battle, the palefaced Agent at a loss for words more so that Jaeger’s tail wagging furiously in triumph meant the dog had no comprehension of what he had done.

‘Ha. Toldja I’d kill you, touch my human again asshole? I think not.’
The dog huffed, shaking the debris of battle off his body as he flopped down to lick at his ribs for a bit though looking up, he saw Joseph looming over him with a hand raised. Instinctively his eyes grew wide and he backed away slowly---he knew what it meant when humans lifted their hands the same way his human was doing now, and what he knew of it usually hurt.

‘….Boss? Boss what did I do?’
The inquiry was as bewildered as it was pained as his tail was tucked underneath his body and his ears were flattened. What did he do wrong?

‘I got him for ya. I got him for ya good! That’s what you want isn’t it?’

Joseph’s eyes were hard---but he could see them softening slightly as the man lowered his hand, a spark of something like realization creeping over stony features.

“…….Your old humans. That’s what they wanted from you, yeah? That's how they taught you to fight?”
The man's deep baritone was devoid of any anger, only regret as he massaged his temples wearily and felt the gentle grasp of claws on his shoulder as gambit landed on his favored perch. Now it made absolute sense why adopting this particular dog brought up both concern and derision from those he now had to call his colleagues; If this had been a league battle, no doubt Jaeger would have been put down afterwards----god knew what would happen if the dog had been given to an unassuming owner who would then get into a scuffle with an unassuming victim who would have been torn to shreds there and then. 

There was no reply to be had from Jaeger who merely stared up at him, licking away at droopy jowls with all the bafflement of a child who had no idea what they had done wrong. There was a tilt of the head however, signifying that the animal was either agreeing with him or listening intently. 

He got knelt down in front of the Growlithe, mouth set in a grim, terse line before slapping the dog's snout in light reprimand. It made Jaeger blink back furiously but the wide-eyed gaze told Joseph that he was still being receptive at the very least. 

"I want you to listen, and I want you to listen real carefully to me, perrito. No. No. No. I am not your old human and I don't fucking want this." 
Gesturing to what was left of the Exeggutor, his tone was stern, harsh yet empathetic as he placed a heavy palm on the dog's head, plying both to his status as the dominant in their working relationship and a measure of trust. 

"When I tell you to stop, when I tell you to leave it, you fucking drop it, do you understand? This ain't no pitfighting ring. This is the law and as much as I get usin' deadly force when you have to, I didn't take you out of that shelter just so you can kill a bitch when you feel like it. That ain't how this works." 

He sighed deeply as the Growlithe's ears drooped as the undertone of disappointment. 

"Let's get cleaned up. Got a long day and more training to go to before I log in our progress for the day." 

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BATTLE LOG: 

Gambit used Nightshade + Wing Attack [Super Effective]

Jaeger used Crunch [Super Effective]

Exeggcutes use Bullet Seed on Jaeger [Not effective]

Exeggutor used Confusion on  Jaeger [Negated, intercepted by Gambit]

Gambit used Haze [battlefield cover]

Exeggcutes set up Reflect [Halves physical damage]

Exeggutor used Egg Bomb [Missed]

Jaeger used Odor Sleuth + Flamethrower on Exeggcutes [Super effective, unaffected by Haze cover]

Two Exeggcutes down. 

Exeggutor used Barrage on Gambit

Jaeger used Outrage on Exeggcute [Phase I]

Exeggcute used Stun Spore on Jaeger

One Exeggcute tries to Run

Gambit used Pursuit [Super Effective]

Two Exeggcute down. 

Jaeger used Outrage on Exeggcute [Phase 2]
Exeggutor used Stomp on Jaeger

Gambit used Wing Attack on Exeggcute

All Exeggcutes down!

Jaeger is paralyzed and can't move! 

Exeggutor used Psychock on Jaeger [Negated by Gambit's interference]

Gambit use Night Shade

Jaeger used Flamethrower. [FINISH HIM]

Exeggutor is killed!

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[Joseph Alvarez]

AFTERMATH

[/i]and remained still while his human tended to him.

"Be fine in a bit. Some bruising but ain't no worse than that I figure. Can you move your legs?"

Joseph watched for several minutes as the pup bicycle-pedaled all four paws as an affirmative before being completely satisfied as he tucked in the empty vial of Paralysis medicine back into his saddlebag and allowed Jaeger to finally sit up.
Above upon a branch of the tree that offered them respite from the midday heat was where Gambit had decided to perch, wing tended to and bandaged earlier as Joseph finally took time to tend to the psychic burn on his arm.
The atmosphere was heavy with the aftermath of their first battle as the three huddled together like wounded soldiers in a foxhole for whom the war had stopped raging for a blessed moment, and the Murkrow was the first to speak, taking note of the Growlithe's sagging shoulders.

'Are you quite alright?'

'Huh?'
Jaeger's response was sluggish and absent-minded as he raised his head from his paws to look at the Murkrow who hung above them.

'Yeah yeah, you heard the Boss right? I'm fine.'

'I didn't mean physically.'
Gambit reiterated carefully as he hopped along the tree's side to slide downwards to ground level before toddling towards his team and flopping down in a bundle of scrawny black feathers.

'How are you feeling?'

There was a soft hiss that passed Joseph's lips as he disinfected the burn, glancing every now and then to the pup and corvid who were conversing between themselves. They weren't necessarily close, but he could appreciate that they got along with one another without too much protestation. Then again between being abused and abandoned, it probably felt like a gathering of kindred spirits.

'I......don't know. Weird I guess.'
The Growlithe licked his chops apprehensively, tilting his head to a side.

'Weird that y'know. I don't feel bad about it? That I feel worse about being smacked than doing what I did? Is that suppose to be bad? Am I sick?'

'No. Maybe.'
The second word was added with more hesitance than the first as bright red eyes blinked back at the pup intelligently.

'You were not born sick. You were raised by sick people in a sick environment. It's all you have known. It is like drinking poison your entire life, and now being told that it is poison, and yet you don't know how to part from it because it is a part of you.'

'You always this philosophical?'
Jaeger's tone was wry, but his tail had begun wagging softly again and it made both the Murkrow and human watching their interactions smile despite themselves.

'When I need to be. My old human was rather wise when he wasn't being crass.'
There was a distinctively avian bob of the head from Gambit as his headcrest fluffed up comfortably and his tone took on more of an air of empathy like a grandfather speaking to a troubled grandchild. 

'Perhaps you are sick. But it was never of your own make, and you can get better.'

A small, hopeful grin finally carved itself upon Jaeger's features but it was dimmed slightly by the sound of something rustling in the undergrowth and even as all three of them were on hight alert, Joseph was the first to get to his feet having finished patching up his burn for now and he wordlessly held out a hand bar both Pokemon from approaching the source. They had done their share of battling for today.
As powerful as Pokemon could be, as long as it wasn't a steel or ghost-type in question it was nothing a good hunting knife couldn't fix quick when push came to shove and he whipped one out from his belt as he cautiously parted the undergrowth and his eyebrows shot to his hairline at the sight of the trail of yolk that let to a clutch of Exeggcutes----no doubt one of the six they had done battle with prior. 
There was no indignation, no want for a fight this time however as they stared up at him with dull, almost lifeless eyes; the eyes of an animal which was holding its head up high in the face of possible death. At the sight of the Growlithe who cautiously sniffed at the trail however, there was the low, feral undertone of a psychic growl as Joseph ran his tongue across his teeth in thought, looked down at the pup whose ears perked up curiously and nodded. 
They had destroyed this clutch's mothership and left the creatures badly injured and vulnerable in the countryside where it would make an easy meal for any passing predator. Perhaps no better time than now to train the Growlithe step by step in the tenets of being a semi-respectable member of society once more. Or as respectable as they were bound to bet. 

"An important lesson you're gonna need to remember for our line of work, perrito...since we're gonna need to dish it out more often than it'll be afforded to us." 
The ex-con dug into his satchel bag for a Pokeball, feeling the cool fiberglass pressed onto his palm---he had carted these around as stolen good in what felt like an eternity away, had never really owned one for himself until now. There was no protest from the Exeggutes as he lobbed it their way, watching impassively as the blinding light that burst from the inside mechanism of the holding unit engulfed the entire Pokemon whose essence was drawn into the sphere until nothing but the barest traces of eggshells remained on the grass.

"Mercy." 

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[Hanelli]

. . . !
Congratulations, Exeggcute was caught!
One Pokeball must be removed from your inventory!