#jyevents

His fingers were crossed the whole time as he stared at the ball on the ground as it wiggled. For a single moment, it felt like time had simply stopped. He hadn’t even noticed that he had stopped breathing completely until the capture light winked out. Apparently, his luck had improved tenfold as he had only needed to use one of the safari balls to catch the Oddish, unlike the three he had to waste on Joltik only a short while ago.

SAFARI EVENT !

The ball smacks against the Skiploom, bouncing off briefly before absorbing the creature with a brilliant flash of red light. Moments after, the ball smacks against the ground; the lightly-illuminated core flashing on and off to indicate that the process of capture had begun. Yet the whole time, Hani’s heart raced with suspense and her eyes rocked back and forth along with the Skiploom that now attempted to escape from the ball and run towards freedom. It was determined not to fail — but again, so was Hani. 

BLINK !

Despite the numerous amount of attempts that she had made in the past to capture the Skiploom, things had finally gone her way. She wouldn’t have gone as far as to say that she had expected it; but sometimes a little aggression was all that was needed in order to spin things back towards their directed course — which of course, was in no way meant to be a metaphor for Team Rocket’s method of accomplishment. But after all had been said and done, she would stare at the motionless ball with utter confusion. What use would she have for the Skiploom? Would she be able to give it the attention that it needs despite other battle-centric teams? Would she have to force it to do something that it wouldn’t want to? Or did it simply not know any better? All these questions that would remain unanswered until the time would come. But Hani would be patient — she always was. 

SAFARI EVENT !

The ball smacks into the Skiploom, seemingly absorbing it as Hani’s eyes began to glisten with excitement. But it doesn’t last for long. Cue her disappointment five seconds in as the Skiploom breaks free from the Safari Ball, leaving her pride both bitter and defeated. It wouldn’t do — simply thinking about the possibility of her not being able to accomplish what she had set out to do infuriated her. But perhaps a feeling that affected her more strongly was her fear of what it might lead to. If she couldn’t accomplish something as simple as this, how could she have the competence to handle bigger tasks? 

Perhaps it was time for a little aggression on her end. Instead of using one of the allotted balls that had been assigned to her, Hani reaches towards the ground; hands reaching around until they wrap around the familiar texture of sharpened rock. How dare the Skiploom humiliate her like this despite the lack of audience. It would pay dearly for what it had done. 

Without a moment’s hesitation, she reels back to garner strength within her arm before launching it forward at the Skiploom, a satisfying grin stretching across the lower half of her face as the rock connects. Peaceful persuasion never worked — at least this much she had learned from her previous experiences. She doesn’t care for how the other feels nor whether it hurts too much. All she is focused on is the task at hand; or in other words, the objective view of reality. 

He had decided to move away from the trees for awhile. Joltik had finished with her meal and was now safely back in the safari ball and now he was ready to catch another Pokémon. The original plan had been to only catch one, but now he was feeling in the groove after the last catch and wanted to make the most of it. The only downside was that he had already used up three balls, but he was hoping he could at least make another catch with what he had left.

Then again, just waling around the safari zone was quite nice as well. The weather was good and the location was quite beautiful. That was when his ears picked up a rustling sound, body turning to face the direction as a small blue thing stumbled out in front of him. “Oh,” was the first noise to come out of his mouth as he watched the Oddish.

Just the sight of the Pokémon was enough to bring all the memories flooding back to him. His first catch had been an Oddish almost thirteen years ago now. He had no idea where he was now, having passed him onto a child trainer near five years ago. Maybe he had evolved into a Gloom by now, but he supposed he would probably never find that out.

But enough thinking about it. The Ranger cleared his throat as he reached for another cube of bait, tossing it forward in the hopes of attracting in the grass Pokémon. The tactic did seem to work a moment, so not wasting any time, Minhyuk grabbed one of his remaining safari balls and tossed it forward, sucking in a lungful of air as it made contact and the Pokémon was sucked in.

Jaebum allowed himself to be pushed around by his rather energetic and excited Wigglytuff. It was a bad combo for his pokemon to be feeling, mostly because the balloon pokemon tended to cling to him and drag him in any direction she felt like wandering. His attention was on her as she continued to push at his right leg in the direction of the nearest forest. It’s probably why what happened next caught him off guard. A little Phanpy darted out from under the closest rock next to him and honestly it scared the shit out of Jaebum. 

The longer pause had stirred hope within her, but there was always the chance that it was just the safari ball’s delay. Minha waited till the tell tale click of capture to let out a sigh of relief, walk over, and release the Oddish once more.

The grass pokemon rematerialized in front of her, staring at her intently and opening it’s mouth. It’s clear it has some level of awareness of the outside in its capsule-- she wondered how much, but pushed the thought back for a later time. She couldn’t leave her new friend waiting, after all. “I know, I know.”

As she pulled out the bait box once more, she pondered the practicality of putting it back away given the rate of encounters she’s had in her adventure so far. It was getting pretty late too... perhaps it was time for a break.

They moved to under a tree where the sun wouldn’t bear on them as much-- something good for both her and Oddish. She had sprawled out more food for the pokemon as she allowed herself some rest. More pokemon being drawn in by the bait occurred to her, but she wasn’t scared. Mine and PD were around her waist if she needed them.

Minha could only watch as the pokemon fell over and rolled around helplessly. She’d have come to its aid but surely a large figure appearing would scare the thing; she didn’t want to get poisoned. Thankfully, it rolled around until its feet hit the ground and kicked itself back up.

The breeder realized that she missed an ideal time to capture the Oddish, but to her pleasure it did not run off. She took careful but unimposing steps towards the pokemon, and held out a hand with a cube of bait. 'The right way to do this,’ she thought to herself, still feeling guilty about hurting Caterpie earlier.

She couldn’t help but smile as the Oddish padded over with its mouth open wide. She meant to place the bait on the ground, but she was afraid the pokemon would tip over once more, so she held the cube as it nibbled. “You’re so cute~”

An Oddish would be a great addition to her team-- if not now, then in the future, once she started up the daycare again. Sweet scent could come in handy if someone left her a pokemon to train and her team was unavailable for battle. 

With that in mind, she fished a safari ball out of her bag with her free hand. She tapped it lightly against the Oddish, watching as it turned the pokemon into a beam of red before pulling it in. The ball snapped out of her hand and rolled just a little before her, and she waited to see the outcome. 

SAFARI EVENT !

The result of her actions hadn’t produced satisfactory results, and although she had already anticipated the possibility of such a turnout, it irked her — slightly. Perhaps it had been too long since she had last caught her own pokémon, her dreams of becoming a trainer abandoned long ago due to the invasion upon Seoul city. Hani had forgotten the thrill of the chase; the rush that coursed through her body when she would release the pokéball in hopes of capturing the other. No — she would definitely try again.

Although some would speak out against repeated capturing, Hani didn’t believe that it was cruelty. Their argument revolved around the premises that by enslaving these pokémon, trainers were denying them a chance to make a living in the wild. They pushed for the enforcement of threshold rules that permitted trainers from catching pokémon at all. But Hani didn’t think that way. As long as the trainer was able to provide a home for their captured companion and not mistreat it, it was perfectly okay to acquire and tame it to be a domestic companion. Was it not? Or was it? 

She spares no time in her next move; the amount of balls within her possession amounting to nine. She steps forward now, breaking out into a sprint as she jumps into the air, whipping another ball from her belt and spinning it towards the Skiploom. It would not ignore her further, and Hani would put an end to it’s stubbornness.