Strikit
Procrastinator Extraordinaire
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Obviously his answer had made Jason uncomfortable. That had not been Rexa's intention, and it irked him when his own situation made others pity him. But he just shrugged. "I'm sure it's not exactly safe, but then again, neither is Pyewacket. Besides. The Pokemon in this area aren't too strong. If I'm slow and careful enough I could probably successfully catch one with my bare hands. Not that I'm going to be so stupid as to try that."
At Jason's offer he tapped Pyewacket's ball with his fingernail thoughtfully. "I think I can handle it, though if you don't mind sticking around just long enough to make sure I don't get mauled I would appreciate it."
With that he crept with surprising stealth toward the underbrush. He knew there was a nest of Taillow nearby, and he wouldn't mind having one of those on his team. The bandages on his arms made them stiff, but he tried to ignore that. He would just have to make up in stealth what he lost in speed.
The chirping in the trees grew quiet as he approached them. The birds saw him and knew he was there, but he may just have a chance. Slowly Rexa lowered himself to the ground and leaned against the tree, his eyes closed. He knew from experience wild Pokemon were often curious about humans, and if he stayed still and nonthreatening long enough one might come close enough for him to catch it. He wanted a Taillow, but at this point he would take just about anything. As quietly as he could he removed his bag again and withdrew from it a minimized Pokeball, which he hid in his palm. It was out of sight, and it would probably not deter anything curious enough to check him out. Now all he could do was wait.
At Jason's offer he tapped Pyewacket's ball with his fingernail thoughtfully. "I think I can handle it, though if you don't mind sticking around just long enough to make sure I don't get mauled I would appreciate it."
With that he crept with surprising stealth toward the underbrush. He knew there was a nest of Taillow nearby, and he wouldn't mind having one of those on his team. The bandages on his arms made them stiff, but he tried to ignore that. He would just have to make up in stealth what he lost in speed.
The chirping in the trees grew quiet as he approached them. The birds saw him and knew he was there, but he may just have a chance. Slowly Rexa lowered himself to the ground and leaned against the tree, his eyes closed. He knew from experience wild Pokemon were often curious about humans, and if he stayed still and nonthreatening long enough one might come close enough for him to catch it. He wanted a Taillow, but at this point he would take just about anything. As quietly as he could he removed his bag again and withdrew from it a minimized Pokeball, which he hid in his palm. It was out of sight, and it would probably not deter anything curious enough to check him out. Now all he could do was wait.