[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[PhantomUnderYourDesk]

By the time Nathan has explained things to Porygon2, Shiva had already witdrawn Fletchling from Bill's PC in exchange for Nightshade - safety first - and summoned the bird onto her hand. By the looks of it, the bird didn't seemed to mind resting on the PC for a while, but was nevertheless delighted to see her Master again after a while. Even more as she was offered a hand full of crumbled Pirsif Berry Cookies for breakfast!

"Haha, I'm glad to see you again as well, lil' one. Enjoy your food... And sorry that you couldn't enjoy some action outside of the Box so far. My pool of Pokemon is growing... Everyone of you is important to me for their own reasons... But sadly I can only carry six Pokemon at once. But, I promise, as soon as we settle down somewhere after the journey you all will be useful and allowed to roam free. Alright?" ... "Besides..." *affectionate stroking Fletchling under its beak* "...your aid is needed. No, not in a battle, but rather in the terms of helping a different Pokemon reaching its next stage in evolution." At this point, Fletchling took a break from picking crumbles from Shiva's hand and looked up to her curiously with a slightly tilted head. "Indeed, YOU can help with that. Sounds good, huh? However... To do that, I have to place you back into your Ball and afterwards into a Trading Machine. Listen though, you will NOT be traded, I'd never do that to you, you will just be send to one my companions... that one over there with the pink and blue digitally-looking Pokemon." *discretly pointing to Nathan to make Fletchling see* "You will come back to me right away. You will still be my Pokemon. Is that okay to you?"

After Fletching reacted to this, Nathan would come back, explaining that Porygon2 agrees. (I might edit here to respond to the reaction.)

"Already did that, Nathan. If your ready, we can start the quick trade, and head to the Gym afterwards."

I also found something back.

Made when it appeared first (or not, to GM's discretion) in the outskirts of Trillium. That tear of the paper is not intended. ._.