Seth: Witness the Weedle Revolution, and as a result run for the hills
Boat -> Isle De Fairnorth
It's a long walk.
He finds himself traversing the deep woods. Some moments ago, a bunch of Natu were looking at him strangely. As if he had done something wrong, and if this narrator so chooses, also looking like they were going to beat the life outta him. He wanted to let out a cry of "I'm innocent!" but it would be both pointless and useless. So no. Instead, he continues to the point of where he's in the deep woods, hearing scrunches of leaves and suddenly...
It's also a trap.
As a multitude of both Weedle and Caterpie, who both were natural rivals but were working together simply to detain the human cause, had created a web, Seth fell right into it. "N-no problem." He said, quietly, before tugging at the strings. "What... no wait this a-"
He let out an ear-splitting shriek as a multitude of birds ran away. Yeah, that's right! You don't mess with- oh wait, he's still stuck.
Gee thanks, captain obvious. "Low, get me out of here!" Sadly, the Taillow is far too busy bringing down the apocalypse in Weedle-town, and he shuffles nervously with a pale face.
Spiders?! Are you serious?! Yes, of course, why wouldn't I be?
Good god. Infinitely cursing himself for falling in such an obvious trap, Seth begins to wriggle, but it's completely useless. Might as well be trying to...
You're out of metaphors, aren't you? Can you stop pretending you hear the narrator- uh, I mean, a narrator?
Sure thing. If you get me out of here. Yeah, sure.
Psyche.
Half an hour later, the apocalypse has ended. In a world once brimming in life, the fainted reign. Many low-leveled residents have perished, and the few residents left have evacuated to deeper tunnels. Only because of the red bird that decided he wanted a snack. And in fact, there may or may not be a Weedle in his belleh at that very moment. But that's not important. What's important is that the Weedle Resistance is there, and insistent to stop him. To take him down. To show him that they will not stand for the natural roles, and that the prey will overcome the predator. It is an uprising, in any case. Even if the only casualty was one. Or two.
Seth hangs from his web. It's just infinitely too sticky, and he tries to shuffle; but he is unable and fails. His head hangs as he gives up... until he remembers his sacred, final weapon. The power... of the buttered toast. He is in such a position that he can take it out, but barely- his hand falls limp to his side as he holds it out. And some twenty yards away, a Taillow catches it's scent, knowing it too well. And he remembers that Seth is still his trainer, and also that Weedle don't taste that great, anyways. And thus he gets up and flies away, as the Weedle Resistance finally makes it out of it's tunnels to find... Absolutely nothing.
The bird flies into the blonde's palm, as it begins to eat the heck out of the toast, eventually realizing that Seth needs to get out of his web to enjoy the Weedlpocalyse as well. Yes, totally, and as Seth looks on, relieved, Taillow pecks the sticky string and his trainer collapses, exhausted. Picking himself up, he eats a protein bar, as well as another one. "Thanks." The Taillow then tugs at it's trainer's shirt, so that it will be able to witness his victory. Which, since it's about 60 feet away, the Taillow finds. With difficulty. And as Seth is proud of his Pokemon's victory, his Taillow is hit by a Poison Sting.
The Weedle grins.
"We have found our target."
Seth's eyes grow wide as he sees his Taillow get hit, and orders a counterattack with Peck. But as he turns around, he faces a crud-ton of Weedle, all looking at him. "Damn." And with this, Low and Seth quickly run to the hills. Very quickly. Eventually finding themselves on top of a mountain as well as losing the Weedle Resistance, Seth finds that Low is not hurt, although poisioned, and feeds him an Oran Berry he had found earlier on their walk. However, it is half-eaten, which is semi-ironic if you were in the orig- oops.
ANYWAYS. Low eats the berry without contracting any form of strange disease, and Seth sits on a particularly large rock. After a short rest, he gets up to realize that there is a unique Pokemon in front of him. It is not just
any Cubchoo. It is the son of Brycen's Beartic itself... or one of it's many sons, as shown by the strange birthmark on it's side, shaped like a spade. It's small, but he is certain. And this is, without a doubt in his mind, the rarest kind of catch.
"Let's rock, Low!" It snaps out of it's semi-daze thinking about it being the amazingly awesome apocalypse-bringer, and gets ready to battle... wait. It looks at it's trainer. "Yeah, I do realize it's an ice-type, but c'mon! You're better than that."
The Cubchoo positions itself, ready to bring down the Tinyswallow Pokemon, and before Seth can call anything, dishes out an Ice Punch. Due to Low's speed, it misses, but Low is still shocked, and so is Seth.
Of course, if this truly is one of the sons of Brycen's Beartric, it would have this move... but still!
"Low, counter this with Peck!" The Pokemon swoops in and attacks with it's beak a couple of times on the Cubchoo's head, which results in a lot more flailing around than anything. The Cubchoo uses Powder Snow, which makes a huge amount of sense more than it did before, and hits the Taillow with an attack certainly worth mentioning, as it's thrown back from it's previously high perch.
This doesn't discourage Seth, but only makes him more pumped to catch it. "Growl!" The Taillow makes an attempt to lower the attack of the Cubchoo, which strangely... works. Full of itself, the Cubchoo uses Bite on the Taillow, only reeling out a bit of pain. But it makes the Taillow mad. Without Seth having to say anything, it performs the move Brave Bird on the Cubchoo, making it slide a bit far. And if you're wondering, Ice is not resistant to Flying, making the hit as pertinent as it ever would've been.
And so, Seth makes his move, throwing a PokeBall and anxiously crossing his fingers.
Flying is weak to Ice, so if this doesn't work, I'm positively screwed.
