[OOC]
I'm just gonna do a POV post, though that'll probably end with my doing a teensy bit of Rudy-bunnying. I'll give an explanation at the end, when the idea is fully formed. At that point, I'll await for you to confirm or deny canonicity (that has to be how you would form that word), then I'll edit, or not edit, accordingly.
[IC]
When Desert looked at the pond, he saw that the fight hadn't started yet. The little waterspider was running around on the water's surface, apparently deciding when, or possibly whether, to attack. Not soon after Desert looked that way, the creature it was deciding a course of action about, noticed all of the things gathered around it. In equal swiftness, it turned tail, and proceeded to move away from the water. The Surskit moved in for the kill... or something like that. He hit it, fast, but the clawed humanoid didn't seem fully aware of his change in position.
By the time Scrapper had walked over to them, Buzz had started blowing bubbles and gloating at the opponent. This seemed to trigger something in the sloth. It gave the spider an angry glare, which Desert considered for a moment. The real fight begins?
But no; the sloth's rage became a smiling yawn. In about the space when Scrapper tackled the downed thing, to steal some berries (It seems no civilized folk can eat berries in peace, these days), Desert began to wonder how such a thing could survive for any length of time.
It's reaction to the theft, gave him a flicker of insight. With the fastest movement he'd seen from it yet, by a gross margin, the tree-dweller rent the ground open, in a manner Desert found reminiscent of Psi and Scrapper's attacks. Combined with it's apparently limitless fortitude, Desert was thoroughly distracted by what it could do with even a minimal amount of speed. He didn't notice Rudy shouting at Scrapper.
After the one outburst, it seemed the fight had nothing else of interest to offer. Desert turned to look around the town he was on the outskirts of. The sun had set some time ago, and the streets were illuminated by lamp posts, each identical to the original shape of what was mostly in the Aron's stomach. He went to examine the head that his new companion had left on the ground. At least he stopped before ingesting bits of glass. If there was one thing Desert's mother had always told him not to eat, it was.... He brushed such thoughts aside. He didn't want to taint the happiness he'd come back into, and fill his mind with hatred.
His pondering was interrupted by Rudy's appearance beside him, beckoning him back into the ball in which he'd previously dreamt peace and comfort. If he were to go there now, what foulness would he find in his mind?
He shook his head, in the manner he'd seen trainers, and some not-entirely-wild pokemon, do before.
Rudy seemed to consider this for a moment. Not wanting him to misinterpret, Desert moved to stand beside him, facing the same direction.
[OOC]
My thinking is that this would at least give Rudy pause, given that he'd already considered the potential for claustrophobia in a pokeball. Whether he accepts or not, it's still a great devise for adding to Desert's irresponsibility. Again, say the word (or... words?) and I'll edit that business out.
'Side from that, I'm ready for a gym battle (even though he's not there), and I think that Desert's certainly ready for a distraction.
Guess I'll post in the OOC thread, just to organize things.