The mechanical clicking noise indicating a successful capture was music to Iruzja's ears. From what she saw in the battle, Dustox was a very capable fighter; one who would have outclassed her own Swablu were it not for the type disadvantage. Regardless, she walked over to where the Pokeball fell and picked it up, all the while Swablu stared with curiosity. "Dustox, show yourself," Iruzja commanded, opening the Pokeball. A bright blue beam shot out of the red-and-white sphere, and the beam subsequently materialized into Dustox.
"Dust...?" The Dustox mumbled, his bewildered eyes darting from Iruzja, to Swablu, and back to Iruzja. Now that he wasn't trying to rip Iruzja's head off, she could finally get a good look on him. It seemed Iruzja's knife had cut a fairly big slit through Dustox's upper left wing, and the wound oozed out some kind of white liquid. Dustox made it quite obvious that the wound was painful by making several hissing noises, and Iruzja picked up on his hints.
"You're not any good to me dead," Iruzja said coldly, slipping her hand through her coat slit and retrieving a Potion from one of her seemingly countless coat pockets. "Hold still." Iruzja sprayed the purple medicine on Dustox, using up about three quarters of its contents, before turning her attention to Swablu. After using up the rest of the bottle's contents on the cotton bird, she disposed of the bottle behind a tree and sat down on the forest floor, leaning against said tree. It seemed that this area of the forest was quite sparsely populated, as aside from Dustox she had seen neither hide nor hoof mark belonging to another Pokemon. The perfect place to replenish their empty stomachs.
Iruzja laid out a bag of Rations on the forest floor and opened it to reveal a large quantity of berries, a small loaf of bread and a generous amount of jam. She dumped the berries to the ground for her Pokemon to eat, while she sliced her bread and predictably smeared the jam all over it. It was not very filling without the berries, admittedly, but Iruzja was used to suppressing her hunger on her various explorations. In the back of her mind, she felt slightly proud over the fact that, most likely, few of her competitors could make the same claim.
After the group finished their meal (consuming a bottle's worth of water in the process as well, of course) it became apparent that neither Swablu nor Dustox were very keen on the idea of overeating, as their pile of berries still had quite a number of leftovers. (A/N: Being vague on purpose :p) Iruzja scooped up these remaining berries and stored them in her coat. They would still be good to eat come afternoon, and maybe these were one of those specific kinds of berries her Pokemon encyclopedia mentioned; the ones with curative properties should they be consumed by the Pokemon...well, she would have to seek another's confirmation as she hadn't really paid a lot of attention to their physical characteristics. In the meantime, though, she would pay a visit to Route 1.
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>> Location: Route 1 <<
"Dustox, use Confusion and hold it in place. Swablu, Peck," Iruzja said in a string of commands. The two Pokemon were fighting against a Bulbasaur, one of the many Pokemon they designated as their training targets--victims, if you will--following their arrival on Route 1. The Bulbasaur, after a long and arduous struggle, finally gave in to its exhaustion, letting Swablu's beak drill through its green skin. The impact of the attack broke the force of Dustox's Confusion and sent Bulbasaur flying, before it eventually met a tree bark and fell down onto the ground, unconscious.
"Good, that's enough for now," Iruzja announced, recalling both of her Pokemon into their respective Pokeballs. Dustox and Swablu proved competent enough for Iruzja's tastes, so she eliminated the choice of releasing either of them for the time being. However, the training did tire her, and it's been a while since she last slept, what with all the researching she did on the boat from sundown all the way until sunrise. A small nap wouldn't be such a bad idea, right?
Iruzja strayed away from the main road and climbed up a slope on the right side, in search of a remote location for her to rest undisturbed. In time, to her silent delight, she would eventually reach a clearing through which a fresh water stream flowed. After refilling her empty water bottle at the stream, she found herself a nice, flat bed of grass for her to lie on, and did just that. Iruzja listened to the calming sounds of trickling water, chirping birds and blowing breezes before slowly drifting to sleep. She would wake up at the lightest of anomalies as she was trained to do, of course; but at the moment, only the soothing nothingness filled her mind.