"The local 'Mons getting riled is never a good sign - they're a lot more sensitive to changes in the environment than us, really. Records pointed to the local wildlife going utterly stir-crazy before Cinnabar blew itself sky high too. Wonder if it's happening with the domesticated ones as well. Could be something big is coming. Then again, could just be me misreading the entire situation too." He shrugs.
Something to ask the egg heads about, he considered.
At the mention of the Ralts learning a new move, he whistles, impressed. "Not bad... Not bad at all. Those psychic types hit like a truck. That's as much your skill as a trainer as your Ralt's desire to protect you, I suppose? Not had much fieldwork experience with that typology but the 'cops with psychic types did tend to have really good rapport with their 'Mons. I'd assume the same holds with you."
He notes the shared laugh with an inward smile. As expected. They've basically bonded.
"Winston's fine. The lug was a bit worn out yesterday after so many scrums, but he's doing much better after a night of sleep. The bug there answers to 'Moran'. Sort of. Ran into him in the wild yesterday and ended up making the capture. We're still getting used to each other at the moment, but we seem to be off to a decent enough start."
Winston tilts his head slightly at the mention of his name but remains seated, staring at the Ralts. Meanwhile, the Paras scuttles around on the floor nearby, the food bowl still clutched in one claw.
"As for me, I figured I'd wait around to see if the crew would turn up. Not for much longer though. I'm famished. Either way. Hope Shiva's able to help you with... whatever it is."
He taps the Pokedex gently. "Anyway, I'll offer you the same thing I told the Doc. You're a good trainer, but shoot me a call if you're heading out of town. With the roads looking like that, it makes sense to travel in groups. Besides. I promised the Prof I'd keep and eye on you folks, and I may not be many things, but I'm a man of my word."
Something to ask the egg heads about, he considered.
At the mention of the Ralts learning a new move, he whistles, impressed. "Not bad... Not bad at all. Those psychic types hit like a truck. That's as much your skill as a trainer as your Ralt's desire to protect you, I suppose? Not had much fieldwork experience with that typology but the 'cops with psychic types did tend to have really good rapport with their 'Mons. I'd assume the same holds with you."
He notes the shared laugh with an inward smile. As expected. They've basically bonded.
"Winston's fine. The lug was a bit worn out yesterday after so many scrums, but he's doing much better after a night of sleep. The bug there answers to 'Moran'. Sort of. Ran into him in the wild yesterday and ended up making the capture. We're still getting used to each other at the moment, but we seem to be off to a decent enough start."
Winston tilts his head slightly at the mention of his name but remains seated, staring at the Ralts. Meanwhile, the Paras scuttles around on the floor nearby, the food bowl still clutched in one claw.
"As for me, I figured I'd wait around to see if the crew would turn up. Not for much longer though. I'm famished. Either way. Hope Shiva's able to help you with... whatever it is."
He taps the Pokedex gently. "Anyway, I'll offer you the same thing I told the Doc. You're a good trainer, but shoot me a call if you're heading out of town. With the roads looking like that, it makes sense to travel in groups. Besides. I promised the Prof I'd keep and eye on you folks, and I may not be many things, but I'm a man of my word."
