Starter for @tactful-kind-daedra !
Field work wasnât for him, Niel had concluded already before, but was confirming again. He was made - quite literally - to work in a lab, surrounded by walls. Not in the depth of the Pinwheel, trying to gather the data he was requested to, all the while hoping for wild pokemon to not get too interested in him.
That far, he had been rather lucky. Most of the information he was looking for were found and noted down - despite remembering them perfectly, heâd have to type them out eventually to send them, so Niel may as well do it right away.
There was one specific kind of moss that was still missing, and the man moved to another corner of the forest he had yet to check. On his shoulder, Joltik was resting, as usual. They left only to eat, nearly. At least it was easy for him to keep track of which area he visited or not.
Finally, the thing he was looking for came into his sight, and he approached the bing, old fallen stump the moss was growing on.
The way Joltik started to buzz on his shoulder all of sudden made Niel slow down, but it was already too late.
A whole group of Panpour, Pansear and Pansage came out of the stump and from the trees and bushes around. What had happened ? He didnât have enough data about these pokemons to know why they were hostile all of sudden, and to stop them.
The research came second behind survival, and Niel started to walk backward, knowing even with all his pokemon heâd be no match for them. Joltik was affectionate but weak despite their advantage against water, Durant would turn into a crisp at the slightest ember, and Solosis⌠Solosis was very free spirited, and didnât own any strong attack against those.
The stats were definitely not in the lab assistantâs favor. The hypothesis the scientist he was working for sent him here to get him in trouble out of jealousy was, however, getting higher probability.
Step by step, the man was retreating, the group of wild pokemons walking towards him in a threatening mannerâŚ
Until Nielâs back bumped into something.
Or rather, as he checked behind himself, someone.
A scolipede.
On his shoulder, Joltik was nearly vibrating with how hard they were buzzing, while in his head his percentage of chance of getting out in one piece was quickly dropping.
He wasnât one to take luck into account, but this probably counted like shitty luck.Â
After all, Niel had no way to know this scolipede had an owner - the monkey-like group seemed to hesitate at the sight of the big pokemon behind the man, but it didnât mean he was saved yet.
