Third Encounter

the things that you might like don't grow inside of me

Reaching the end of the street, Ryusuke paused again as the returning sounds and lights hardly did his head any favors. Glancing up to the street sign, the trainer made another go at pulling his PokeNav out with the intent of charting out another shortcut that wouldn't involve him having to deal with the chaos of Vega's main city streets. Thankfully the dimmer lighting of the side alley was actually quite helpful in that regard but it wasn't without complication, either. Spotting the glint of an electronic, something began to quickly and rather casually approach the pair from behind, Treecko being the first to notice the other glow in his peripheral vision. By the time he tapped Ryusuke's shoulder to get the trainer's attention, though, the new Pokemon was already on them.

On them in every sense of the word.

("(Oh, hello! Don't see many of your kind out here. Not entirely a bad thing, though, neighbors can be a bit troublesome at times. How do you do?") Hovering uncomfortably close behind him, Ryusuke nearly stumbled back a step when he turned to face the new Pokemon with Treecko a hair's breadth away from striking it before the words were spoken. Already uneasy after the last encounter with a wild Pokemon, the blond found himself debating the prospect of fleeing into the crowd on the sidewalk beyond before noting that Treecko hadn't taken any action, simply staring the Pokemon down. And an interesting one it was, Ryusuke would give it that. It wasn't like anything he'd ever seen before, albeit definitely an Electric type with those odd volt like wings that seemed to stutter completely independent of the Pokemon's own quick, erratic movements. Glancing to Treecko who merely gave a soft shrug in response, the trainer started to turn back to face the sidewalk again.

("We're fine. You need something?") Treecko responded, rotating on Ryusuke's shoulder to keep himself facing the new arrival. It was difficult to say exactly what but something about the Pokemon felt decidedly off even in spite of its more than friendly greeting.

("Not at a- oh, that'll do quite nicely.") Whatever opportunity there had been for civil discourse would evaporate almost instantly as the Electric Pokemon caught sight of the PokeNav in Ryusuke's hand, and before either trainer or Treecko could react the thing would dart forward to dive inside the electronic and beyond the immediate reach of either.

Ah, that'd explain it. The Pokemon Center? Not to worry, I can guide your way there. While the PokeNav itself hadn't outwardly changed, Ryusuke immediately caught onto the new scrolling text at the bottom of the screen - something which should not have been there as no such application existed to cause that. Given what had transpired a moment before it didn't take even a full second for the blond to add two and two together to figure out what had happened.

"The f- out." The blond growled, gripping the Nav but just as at a loss as Treecko was on how to handle the new problem. The only response Ryusuke got, however, was both not the one he wanted and less than encouraging as the Nav's map was lit up with a line leading from where he was currently standing to the Pokemon Center he'd been heading to in the first place. The first and most notable flaw, however, being that the line led straight into the street ahead. One occupied by many, many moving vehicles going along at a fairly good clip. Having already lost two of his limbs to an accident earlier in life, Ryusuke only had a single word to say to that.

"... nope."

Nav gripped in his gloved hand and with one eye constantly on the device, text now scrolling across it and inquiring to his change in path as Ryusuke began following the sidewalk to the nearest crosswalk, the blond took a moment to consider his options. All of which were rather limited as long as the little pest was inhabiting the PokeNav - as a gift from his parents any action that involved damaging it to expel the creature were out of the question. As long as it was in there Ryusuke didn't see many options for getting rid of it. The Pokemon Center would likely have solutions, however, and if the creature wanted to tag along so badly.... well, it wasn't like Ryusuke couldn't trade it away later. Crossing the street at a safe intersection and continuing on for roughly another block, the trainer would finally feel a sense of relief as the Center came into view. His free hand rummaging through his pockets for a spare Pokeball, the trainer would walk through the front doors with a very specific request in mind for the staff behind the counter.

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