Agent of change || Training || Grassland 1

[Joseph Alvarez]

POKEMON

[/i] to the idea of being given Pokemon rather than earning it, but as soon as he saw the tiny steely-eyed fairykitten who glared up at him scathingly from the cool marble floor who'd been about as excited about this particular assignment as a person would have been going to a dental appointment, it became fairly clear as to the reason why the creature had been forced upon offered to him in the first place. 

Joseph Carulo Alvarez did not trust Psychic type Pokemon; It was half the reason he'd opted to adopting a Murkrow as his original partner, that distrust borne from his knowledge of the darker side of police interrogation tactics that specifically used creatures like codename Siegfried to extract intel with or without the victim's consent. He'd been on the receiving end of the hallucinations and the subtle feeling of fingers prodding and caressing the back of his mind to abhor the feeling, the strange sense of nakedness having his his thoughts unwillingly revealed to strangers intending to use it against him and his horror and realizing that he couldn't get rid of the voices in his head until days after the ordeal. 

Yet here he was with one of these creatures in his care, a creature who it would seem given the fact that treats and pats had been refused or coldly accepted wasn't looking to be his friend, no. If anything, it would seem as though Siegfried had been placed with him for the express purpose of keeping an eye on him. The idea of a Pokemon being assigned as a trainer's handler had some oxymoronic undertones to it he was sure would have been amusing if it had been anyone but himself on the receiving end. 

"So why'd they send you to me then? They think I'm gonna step outta line?" 
The ex-con flatly enquired of the the Ralts who was padding ahead of him by a few paces in the dry scrub of the grasslands where today's training session took them. Gambit was perched on his shoulder once more, napping in the midday heat while Jaeger was running around and sniffing excitedly at every tree and boulder within a hundred meter radius. 

There was a soft hiss from Siegfried who looked over a furry shoulder to glare at him, and as those eyes turned a brilliant purple, the mental image was harshly launched into his consciousness so hard he flew backwards several feet. 

"Keep an eye on him."
The grey-haired man's tone had been serious in nature, fingers steepled before him as Siegfried nodded curtly and mewled an affirmative before tilting his head to a side in question. It would see as though the head of the division understood what was running through the fairykitten's mind however as he leaned back in his seat, the shiny name plaque emblazoned with 'ENGEL WERNER' haphazardly placed on top of a stack of unread reports. The room smelled of cigarette smoke, something Siegfried had become accustomed to whenever this man was around---it was a strange habit that humans picked up when they were feeling pressured he couldn't quite explain as of yet, but then again humans were strange creatures. 

"He's a former convict. Gang member, multiple charges of murder, deadly assault with a weapon and trafficking contraband items. Did half his time in prison, he's out to us on good behavior and a short leash after aiding law enforcement in Unova to shut down his old gang."
Engel explained, sparing no details to the psychic feline whose brows shot up to his bright-red headcrest and whose mouth immediately twitched with dislike. 
Disgusting. 

"As far as I've been told, he's the real deal as long as his daughter is taken care of. Me, I'd like to believe that but you understand that I don't necessarily have the naive luxury of believing in ex-cons in this line of work. Regardless, he has his uses....that much is undeniable and I need you to keep an eye on him for me."

He tapped a side of his temple and Siegfried did the same instantaneously, understanding the gestures.

"Report on any suspicious behavior. Ensure he keeps in line. Looker might vouch for him, but I will not let anyone jeopardize our division's integrity or mission objectives."

Joseph blinked furiously as he stared to the blue heavens above and it took him a while to realize that he was flat out on his back on the dusty soil which was only beginning to bloom with spring, and Gambit's concerned crowning finally bid him to sit up with a deep groan as he buried his head in his hands for a bit to recollect his senses and regulate his breathing. 

"Point taken."
came the surly reply as he finally stood up and narrowed his eyes at the fairykitten who had both arms crossed defiantly. Their relationship was certainly getting off on the right foot. 

"Next time, try not to be a little bitch about it?"

The Ralt's eyes glowed a livid amethyst once more, but Gambit was quick to intercept as he flapped in front of Joseph and screeched in indignation at the psychic type who yowled loudly in response. 

'You try that again on him Sirrah and I will end you.' 

'That a threat old timer?'
Siegfried's shoulders bristled as he glared distastefully at the Krow who was of an elemental type he had no love for. 

'You get between me and my job, don't think for a second I can't take you down as well!'

"Alright ALRIGHT! Boys, be cool!"
Voice rising in alarm, Joseph stepped between both of them and held out his hands just as Jaeger finally caught up to the motley crew and bared fangs at the fairykitten who took absolutely no notice of him. 

"We're all on the same goddamn team and I know we've got our fucking differences, but let's try not kill each other on out first outing yeah? That's gonna look real messy on James Gordon's desk." 

'Who on earth is James Gordon and why should I care about him.' 
Siegfried frowned as Gambit huffed up like a feathery koosh ball before perching on Joseph's shoulder once more. 

'It's that grey-haired dude who smokes like a Torkoal. The Big Bossman.'
Jaeger whuffed as he trot alongside the ex-con once more, keeping a wary eye on the psychic type. 

'I don't get it either, but you fuck with our Boss, you fuck with both of us, you got that dipshit? You better get that, because I ain't telling you twice.'

OOC notes: Lyro I hope you don't mine me using Engel Werner here!

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A WILD POKEMON HAS APPEARED!

Gotta Catch Em All

Poochyena pokemon

Female gender

Quick Feet ability

Sand Attack		Crunch
Odor Sleuth		Sucker Punch

^{CODED BY LYRO}

[Joseph Alvarez]

The Hunt Ensues

Their exploration of the dry scrub came to a halt after ten minutes fifteen minutes of what seemed to be aimless walking until Joseph stopped in his tracks and held out a hand wordlessly to signify for the rest to fall back for a moment before crouching down to study something in the soil. 

“Pugmarks. “

He noted before giving them the greenlight to approach and Jaeger bounded forth excitedly while Gambit hopped over on his back for the ride, watching as Joseph measure the sire of the pawprint in the loose soil underneath which were red flecks that had been carelessly stepped in.

“Dog-like, smaller that a Growlithe, larger than a Lillipup. Space between each step is too small for a Furfrou.” 

The man stroked his beard thoughtfully as he ran through the mental index of canids that fell within that scope of search. Unlike most of the agents in Interpol, he’d never had the luxury of tertiary education, and what he knew of the different variations of Pokemon were solely based on what he saw rather than read. The good part was that years of illegally trafficking Pokemon around Castelia City’s ports had given him a decent encyclopedic knowledge on them even if he had a hard time pronouncing half of their names. Experimentally, he touched the dirt within the pugmarks and noted that they came off normally rather than clinging to his fingers with static. 

“Electrike’s out. So that leaves us with Poochyena or Houndour. Seem pretty fresh, if the blood in it is anythin’ to go buy. Might be feedin’ on a catch or summat.” 

He stood up straight once more before peering into the undergrowth and the many rocks and boulders which dotted the horizon, lone monoliths that could probably tell stories had they the chance to speak. 

“Aight. So I’ma brief you on our jobs in the IP, an’ it’s gonna figure into today’s session. My specialization bein’ tracking and retrieval, and you lot are gonna help with that. Gam---eye in the sky for me, homeboy. The moment you spot somethin’ of interest, mark it with with a combination o’ Nightshade and Haze---somethin’ like a flare, you dig?” 

At the word flare, the concept clicked in the Murkrow’s head as he bobbed an affirmative and flapped his wings to take flight. 

“Sig, make somethin’ useful outta them Uri Geller powers o’ yours. I’ll need a weak Psychic-telepathy field in about a five meter radius, scout for any mental red flags, alert us to the presence of somethin’ hiding in our midst.”

The Ralts’ expression soured significantly at ‘useful’, huffing up indignantly though he did exactly as he was told, holding up his paws in front of him and unleashing a low-level psychic field to carefully scan the surroundings for anything out of the ordinary. Almost immediately, a Bunnelby and Fletchling vacated the grass in a panic the waves washed over them; None were of any concern to the fairycat who merely filed them under ‘weak ‘ and moved on. 

The human had specifically stated two species which they were actively seeking out today---he knew what those two were and was endeared to none of them, though the fear most Psychic-types would have had towards their kind was noticeably absent in the young animal who pressed on unrelentingly. 

“Jaeger, take a good whiff of ‘em prints.  Odor Sleuth and see if the trail ain’t run cold just yet. Whatever you find, do NOT engage unless I tell ya to, you got that perrito? Y’remember our last outing don’t ya? Ain’t want a dead body every time I let you outta the ball; It’s messy, and there’s a fuckload of paperwork I gotta deal with when we could be doin’ good shit on the road. You catch me on this?” 

Joseph crouched down to the Growlithe’s level after the initial sniffing imprint of the pugmark was done, gaze leveled onto the pup’s golden-eyed stare as he held Jaeger firmly by a handful of scruff. The russet-furred canine went completely quiet, licking his jowls as he gave the human the smallest of all nods which was reciprocated with a friendly thump on the rump. 

“Good boy. Sit.” 

The dog did exactly as he was told, tail wagging as he tilted his head to a side. 

“Stay.” 

He took several steps away from Jaeger until there was at least twenty feet between them, glare hard as he kept an eye on the creature who was fidgeting impatiently in place, but hadn’t moved an inch. Running his tongue upon chapped lips, he lifted his hand high above his head before bringing it down swiftly once more. 

“Go!” 

The ‘O’ had barely passed from his lips as Jaeger shot forth like a furry bullet, completely smashing through much of the undergrowth in his wake and Joseph found himself both marveled and exasperated by the pup’s instinct to simply bulldoze over everything. 

Together, the motley crew began to scan the entire grassland, the series of clicks and caws from high above alerting Joseph to whether the coast was C-L-E-A-R or D-A-N-G-E-R. If it was a dog Pokemon as he’d suspected, should they manage a maimless capture, the creature would be a decent addition to their ranks---he wasn’t shy about professing his love for the particular subtype---even if taming it would prove to be a task that he was novel to. 

He’d trained Pokemon before, which was to say Pokemon who had human contact, who were domesticated or at the very least bred in captivity. There was a hundred plus years of careful selection gone into the process, and to expect the same results from an animal snatched directly from the wild would be folly. 

Regardless, it would prove to be an interesting challenge.

“Anything registering, Sig?”

There was a singular, non-committal mewl he assumed was an apathetic ‘no’ as the fairykitten continued plodding through the shrubbery though he immediately stopped a few minutes later wearing the most perplexed expression he’d ever seen on a Pokemon’s face. 

“What?” 

The Ralts blinked furiously, as though trying to make sense of the thoughts coming his way, blasting another weak wave of psychic at a forty-five degree angle from where they were and just when he did that came the morse code caws from Gambit whose trajectory swerved in the same direction. 

“S-O-S”

The clicks came in clear and crisp and Joseph stopped in his tracks for a bit. SOS? 

What would prompt the bird to spell that out? Was a life at stake? 

“S-O-S!” 

The thought half-formed in his mind was brought to a screeching half as Jaeger’s booming barks echoed through the stillness of the dry scrub-land. Barks that were punctuated by sharper, shriller snarls from something clearly canine---Poochyena if the ominous wailing laugh was anything to go by---and something else that made his blood run cold. 

The cry of a human baby, and it was a sound that prompted his legs to run the hardest they’d ever run in recent times, more so that he remembered the Poochyena’s pugmarks bearing flecks of blood. 

Human blood? 

“MOVE IN! SEPARATE THE TARGET FROM THE CHILD, THAT IS YOUR PRIMARY OBJECTIVE!”

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[Joseph Alvarez]

BATTLE

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The stench of death had been strong that day as she’d passed the site of where a terrible fight must have taken place if the scuffing in the dirt, the torn-off hand and arterial spurting which painted macabre strokes all over the sand was anything to go by, and as much as her curiosity piqued her to seek out where the dragmarks led, there was something which stopped her in her tracks as she saw the footprints ahead which were far larger than her own. 

Snatching a free meal from a bigger predator was always a calculated risk, one she would have taken had it not been for something else which stirred another instinctive emotion in her as her ears perked up to search out the faint sound of crying. 

There was a child here in the bushes. A child, perhaps a few months old---she knew because this one couldn’t walk yet, and she watched the infant flail around in the bundle for a bit before letting out a gentle whuff and cautiously approaching it. 

It’s gender was something unknown to her, given how the only method to which she could tell was hidden behind something which smelled absolutely rank, but it was the flecks of blood on the human cub which made heart skip a beat;

There were no injuries on the little thing which made to grab her nose as she sniffed the rest of it curiously, but the blood was clearly human. Perhaps of its’ parents?

Was that what had died a bloody death out there in the Savannah today? 

She didn’t know, but she’d borne a litter before and the mother in her wouldn't allow the mere idea of leaving the helpless infant to the elements, more so if whatever had sent its caretakers to meet Arceus was still roaming the area. 

She would take care of it. She would try. 

Evidently trying was a lot harder than she’s initially assumed, given that the rank-smelling garment that clad the child’s bottom had easily been disposed off (cleaning after it was a chore, but she learnt quickly how to deal with it) and water had been no problem once she’d found the empty husks of some low-lying fruits to serve as a container for the stream nearby, but food? 

The infant looked nowhere near old enough for solids, and she was dry. 

There was no milk to be had. 

By the time of the second sunset that she’d begun taking care of the infant, hunger was becoming a real problem as the wailing kicked up and she’d forced herself to leave the den in which she’d hidden her---the human cub was female---to hunt. 

The unmoving carcass of a Doduo was haphazardly parked outside the den, a large chunk of it torn off the thigh to be brought inside as she chewed it to a cud and tried to place some in the child’s mouth.

It was how she weaned her pups, surely it would work? 

As the baby coughed and spat out the half-digested meat however, her heart fell and she pinned her ears back in despair. 

What would she do now? How would she feed it? 

‘Don’t cry! They might hear you!’ 

The louder the infant became, the more predators would be attracted to the sound….perhaps even the killer of its parents and it would seem that her worst fear was confirmed when she heard a commotion from the outside. 

Footsteps breaking haphazardly over branches and dry leaves.

Angry barking. 

A vicious male something. 

They would not hurt the infant. 

‘OI! GET THE HELL OUT HERE BITCH, WE KNOW YOU’RE DOWN THERE!’

‘I’ll be back.’ 

She promised the child who blinked at her wide-eyed before hurtling out of her den with her fangs bared. 

‘THIS IS MY HOME!’

Came the snarl as she let out a wild laugh that made the Growlithe who stared her down falter in his steps. 

‘GET OUT OF HERE! GET----OUT!’ 

The last scream tore out of her throat just as she launched herself at him, slamming into his side in a Sucker Punch that left him winded and flung aside several paces.

‘GIVE US THE CHILD!’

 The harsh crowing made her whip around to face a large black bird who was flapping in her face furiously, attempting to shield her from the den’s entrance. 

“Gam, fend her off with Wing Attack! I need cover!”

This wasn’t the lone effort of a single predator, this was the calculated movements of a team and the wild, desperate laugh kicked up once more and she tried to bat the Krow away to run for the den entrance only for a hard slam of the wings to knock her back head over heels. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she could spot more figures approaching the den---one a psychic feline of some sort and another a human who had thrust both hands into the hole in the ground and the child’s wailing grew louder yet as her wrath surged like a breaking wave. 

‘YOU WON’T HAVE HER!’

She barreled straight for the tall human male who cradled the infant in his arms, jaws wide open to snap over his face when the Growlithe darted right in between them to take the assault and she tasted blood as she clamped down hard on his side instead to the loud yelp of pain which turned into a hiss as he bared his teeth at her in dangerous fashion and embers began to fill his mouth to the brim. 

The shrill howl of pain that pierced the air as flames burned her left paw and she was forced to let go of the male dog made Joseph turn around to full view of the battle that was half raging on without him and immediately his attention was set on the Growlithe whose shoulders were bristling in an all-too-familiar manner, the gob of drool hanging off the animal’s jaws icing on the cake as he whistled to get the team’s attention. 

Something didn’t add up, and he wanted the Poochyena in one piece and well enough to walk on her own. 

“Jaeger, fall back!” 

The man’s booming baritone echoed through the scrub as soon as he was done soothing the baby girl in his embrace, he jerked his head sharply at Siegfried whose ears swiveled forward, clearly picking up what was to come next via his thoughts. 

“You, get in there. I know what you can do---Disarm her, then Hypnosis!” 

The sudden billowing of dust however blinded them all as the Poochyena whirled about like a dervish, kicking up sand as she lopped straight for the feline who was something she knew from her hunts to be weak to her kind. 

He would fall, and then the human would be unattended, and she could grab the child back. 

The flash of fangs however Crunched in thin air to the odd BAMF of air suddenly being displaced before she felt a sudden weight on shoulders, turning around only to see the Ralts leering at her from her shoulders as his eyes glowed a deep amethyst and he grabbed her face. 

‘This ends now, female!’ 

The shrieking blast in her face that sounded strangely like the laughing, lilting voices of her former pups---how was this possible---to their howls of agony almost snapped her neck back as something made every bit of fight leave her body, her knees giving out like paper from underneath her weight and her head felt heavy…so heavy.

‘No……child….please…’

She crumpled to the ground in a heap, feebly trying to crawl to the man who held the infant and managing to place one paw on his boot before finally dropping into a dead doze halfway. 

There was silence from the team who were beginning to realize the real reason she’d stowed away a child in her den, and it made Jaeger’s ears pin back in distress as he whined at Joseph who let out a sigh and picked out a Pokeball from his messenger bag which he tossed over to the Poochyena who was in deep sleep. 

“Kid’s gone for a bit without food. We deal with this first, then we’ll deal with her.” 

He nodded at them a mute thanks just as the Poochyena disappeared into the confines of the ball and Gambit fluttered over to pick it up and place it in his free hand. 

This he handed over to the burbling baby as he set down his bag and began pulling out some supplies. 

There wasn’t much to go on, but there were packs of Pedialyte and dried milk in his supplies (he’d despised the usual creamer for his coffee) and that would have to do for now. 

“Got questions for her later I need answering before I call in the Rangers for this one.” 

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Battle log

Poochyena used Sucker Punch on Jaeger

Gambit used Wing Attack on Poochyena

Poochyena used Crunch on Jaeger

Jaeger used Flamethrower.

Poochyena used Sand Attack and Crunch on Siegfried (Crunch missed)

Siegfried used Disarming Voice and Hypnosis 

Catch attempt made!

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. . . !
Congratulations, POOCHYENA was caught!
One Pokeball has been removed from your inventory!

THE GOOD STUFF HAS APPEARED!

4/20 Blaze It; this spawn is special due to the day! 

Oddish pokemon

Male gender

Chlorophyll ability

Toxic		Moonlight
Sweet Scent		Giga Drain

^{CODED BY LYRO}

[Joseph Alvarez]

[/i] being the operative keyword given how the animal clearly was at a loss of how to feed her if the globs of regurgitated meat on the toddler’s clothes had been anything of an indication.

The canid had tried to feed her like a cub. For all good intentions there had been, it was sheer luck they had stumbled across the odd duo in time. The bigger question of where her caretakers were however shadowed over his mind though he still couldn’t help but crack a half-smile as he felt tiny hands reaching out to map out his beard and the Murkrow on his shoulder kraaaah’ed at the child in a friendly manner.

As a rollicking squeal of amusement followed, the ex-con chuckled lightly as he watched Gambit pulled on a variety of expressions to appease their young charge, and it wasn’t long before the sound had attracted of Jaeger who had been resting at Joseph’s feet.
With a bark, the Growlithe had stuck his nose into the bundle that held the child, tail wagging furiously and Joseph scratched his ears before noticing Siegfried who had been silent throughout their entire period of rest staring at the baby unblinkingly.

”You picking up something that can help us, Sig?”
The agent-in-training ventured out cautiously and the Ralts licked his lips nervously and nodded. Tapping the side of his head, Joseph’s brow furrowed as he locked his gaze with that of the psychic type who frowned in the manner of forcing on concentration.

”That thing that you did earlier. Show me.”

The first time that Siegfried had hit him with a blast of psychic energy, he had been hurled off his feet.
This time however he was prepared, gritting his teeth as he bodily felt something being shoved into his head, nausea kicking up in the back of his throat as images began rapidly flickering across his consciousness like a silent film.

The trouble was that children, especially those who were less than four years of age not only couldn’t remember much, the way they perceived the world was far different from that of an adult persay---one of the things he’d learnt while belatedly studying up on how to be a father---and he hadn’t been prepared for just how vivid they were.

Faces----vague flashes of a man he assumed was the child’s father, more strongly a woman in her mid-thirties mostly, smiling and cooing as a mother would.
The smile had contorted into pale-faced fear as the series of images went on and he felt his blood go cold at the notion that what he was seeing would have been a record of the woman up to her death. At one point, it was clear that she was screaming at something and the world seemed to spin as though the child had been haphazardly dropped somewhere.
And then grass. Birds. The sun shining through tree overhead for what seemed like an eternity before the dark, snuffling snout of a Poochyena finally came into view and here the psychic intrusion stopped, and there was the strong sense of whiplash as the Ralts’ yanked at the unseen rope of communication between them.

It took him a while to realize how protectively close he was cradling the child to his chest, breath harsh from realization as he immediately unlatched the Poochyena’s Pokeball from his belt and a flash of light revealed the creature held within who flopped on the ground listlessly.

”Wake up.”
Joseph called out to the sleepy creature urgently as he stepped closer and rubbed her belly so she snarfed and yapped and finally scrambled to her feet, the fur on her back bristling on its end as she realized who had roused her.

“Take it easy, we’re not here to hurt you. You helped her right?”

The ex-con held up one hand in a rare show of submission as he allowed the stout canid to peek at the bundle he held, and it was with a sense of wonderment did the animal realize upon carefully sniffing her adopted human pup that the baby was no longer hungry nor was it wailing or hurt.
Slowly, the fur on her back began to relax and she dropped her hackles before staring up at the tall man who had attacked her earlier with a mixture of gratitude and mistrust both as she took a few steps back, uncertain of where this was leading.

”You kept her safe. Thank you. I’m sorry I thought the worst of you.”

This seemed to pique her interest, her expression becoming more open as she raised her head and tilted it to a side in a manner that suggested she was listening to his words intently.

”Can you show us where you found her?”

For several seconds, the Poochyena merely stood there and Joseph wondered if she was simply biding her time to bolt but she simply trot off into the grass behind her, letting out a sharp and annoyed-sounding yip when she turned around and saw that they hadn’t budged from the den.
Wordlessly the native Alto Marean followed in her stead as did his team, further and further into the grasslands which rose to heights that made him feel almost claustrophobic the deeper they went and every now and then he had to ensure the rest of his team were present.
Getting lost in here was far too easy.

It was hard not to get a sense of mounting paranoia when all around him were stalks of grass more than six feet in height, barring from view anything in front of him save the bushy tail of the female canid who slowed down her steps so they could follow in her lead.
He’d read about the Solaceon Man-Eaters***, twin Luxio nicknamed Ghost and Darkness that had attacked and slaughtered workers who had been building railroads through the town. They hid in similar conditions, the tall grass offering excellent cover to stalk unwitting prey and prey was exactly what he felt like until they finally broke off into the light and in front of him, the Poochyena kept walking, not a scrap of attention paid to the Oddish which skittered hastily out of her way in fear.

”Is it still far?”
He inquired, only to receive a headshake from the dark-furred canine before he turned his attention to the members of his team who could sense his mounting anticipation.

”Aight. I’ve got no fuckin' idea what the hell we’ll be facing but predators got a habit o’ returning to the scene of the crime, ‘specially if they done stashed some bodies there like a larder. If we’re lucky, bodies are all we’re gonna find. If we're not…..well dukes up homies. We’re gon be in for a fight.”

*** Based off the Tsavo Maneaters

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A WILD POKEMON HAS APPEARED!

Gotta Catch Em All

Kecleon pokemon

Female gender

Color Change ability

Camouflage		Shadow Sneak
Substitute		Ancient Power

^{CODED BY LYRO}

[Joseph Alvarez]

BATTLE

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BATTLE LOG:

Jaeger used Flamethrower! Kecleon Color Change activated! Kecleon is now fire-type!
Kecleon used Ancientpower!

Jaeger used Odor Sleuth!
Kecleon uses Substitute and Camouflage to escape. Kecleon is now Grass Type!

Jaeger used Wild Charge & Dig to create a Fulgurite fence and take out Substitute.
Kecleon used Shadow Sneak.

Jaeger used Crunch
Kecleon used Ancientpower!

Jaeger used Flamethrower.
Kecleon fainted!

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