Le Professeur et le Médiateur || Sycamore & N
The Pinwheel Forest. It's been far too long since Professor Sycamore had been to the Unova region. Yes, too long indeed... actually, he was a bit lost. The man rubbed the rough skin of his chin, glancing about the trees and sun-speckled pathways. "Où est-il ...?" He muttered softly to himself. Originally he had come to the forest to study the moss-covered rock that supposedly caused Eevee to evolve into Leafeon and compare it to a similar rock back in his home of Kalos, but he was far done with studying now and wanted to make his way to Nimbasa.
"De cette façon?" He decided to chance a turn near a fallen tree, hoping in his heart that this would be the correct route. As he walked, he felt a crunch under his foot, but paid it no mind assuming it was just another twig or rock. Unfortunately, this was not the case and he was far too into his thoughts to even notice the squeak that was emitted shortly after. A little Patrat sprung on its back feet taking its injured tail in its paws. The Pokemon moved as if it was about to attack the offending human, but noticed said human was headed straight for its family's territory. Quickly and quietly, the Pokemon scurried off.
Meanwhile, the unaware Professor let out a long, almost-irritated groan. If only he had thought to look for a map of the forest. He stopped a moment to dig through his bag, hoping that he remembered to bring his compass along. Just as he found it, it was dropped back into the bag once more when a growing sound seemed to approach him. He turned just in time to see a rather large group of Patrat and Watchog charging right at him.
Sycamore let out a nervous scream before clumsily scrambling for his PokeBalls. "Venusaur!" The large green Pokemon burst out in a flash of light, letting out a menacing roar. "Do not hurt them s'il vous plaît! Try to scare them away if you can... Petal Blizzard!" With a nod of understanding, the Pokemon obeyed, scattering hundreds of petals in a flurry around the rampaging rodents. The attackers saw through the bluff and quickly closed in on the Venusaur, taking it down with sheer numbers.
"Ack, non!" Sycamore called Venusaur back into the capsule and decided to make a run for it. Surely his Charizard would cause too much damage to the environment, and if Blastoise managed to take most of them down, it would probably only anger the rest further. He silently cursed himself for being such a poor fighter.
As he ran, a tree with somewhat of a low branch caught his eye. "Parfait!" With adrenaline coursing through his veins, he quickly scaled up the tree, latching onto the branch that was just out of the Pokemon's reach. Now that he was out of their way he could try to come up with a plan. If he was lucky maybe they'd give up give up and go home, but who knows how long that would take? Another problem presented itself when several of the Watchog seemed to be gnawing at the base of the tree. His stomach turned sour just thinking of what the Pokemon would do to him- or worse, if he did in fact have to call on Charizard to defend him and potentially burn a lot of the forest.
With few other options, he let out a desperate cry. "H-heeeelp??" It was a large forest, there just had to be at least one other person that could help him out of this predicament.
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