“Midnight form, hmm?” Steven watches the pokemon with vast interest as he takes note of what they looked like. “Fascinating… and it’s a lot more of a fighter compared to the Midday form as well?” Well, he couldn’t possibly pass that up if he wanted to evolve his own Rockruff into one of the forms.
“If i’m correct, you get this form by evolving them at night, hmm? A shame that my battles take place more in the daytime, but it would give me a challenge to try and evolve my own. Well then, I think it’s time for you to meet one of my own then.” Taking one of the Luxury Balls latched to his belt, Steven grins and flicks the ball upward.
With a loud popping sound, a very heavy pokemon thumps to the ground. Their jagged maw parts as they let loose a formal growl, their cyan eyes piercing as they gazed at the fellow rock-type before it.
The steel plated pokemon observes more, sizing them up before slowly getting comfortable. A hard snort acknowledges the rock-type’s human, too. A smaller, but fiery looking human.
“Aggron, the armor pokemon. You will most commonly see them as typical Lairon or Aron that roam around in caves, but very rarely will you encounter it’s fully evolved from which you see right in front of you. Steel and rock type, Aggrons are environmental protectors as well as ruthless fighters.” As shown from the scars and scratches that littered the pokemon’s rough blackened skin.
“If you’re looking for a heavy lifter, I sincerely recommend the Aggron line. They’re full of surprises, too, and are pretty easy to care for as long as you teach them not to eat your fridge.”
Lycanroc makes a quiet, inquisitive noise in its throat as Steven observes him longer than expected. The bipedal Pokemon wonders who this new person is in relation to his trainer and looks up at Cross. If not an opponent, was he a friend? The young trainer simply responds by moving his hand to pat the back of Lycanroc’s scruff. “You’ll know it right away. Their eyes will start glowing in battle when they’re excited, unlike the Midday’s.”
He nods as Steven was correct once more. The man was certainly knowledgeable. “I guess it’s normal to battle more in the daytime...but there are plenty of trainers who lurk around at night. At least that’s how it is in Alola.”
Cross could quite literally feel the ground shake when Steven sends out one of his own Pokemon. Underneath his hand, he could feel Lycanroc tense slightly when Aggron appears before it. A normal reaction; as it came with the natural instinct to fight. Lycanroc's ringed eyes narrowed as Aggron greeted it with its call, and he gave a short bark in return. Cross also reciprocates the vocal acknowledgement with a curt nod, observing the new Pokemon with interest.
Somehow, he felt incredibly small with such a massive Pokemon standing before him. And well, Lycanroc was even tinier in comparison, but he knew that his partner would never turn down a battle against a larger opponent if it came to it.
“Impressive. Even with just his appearance, he looks powerful.” The bulk it had made sense for its role with the environment as Steven explained. And judging from the steel plating along its body, Cross could tell that it was a Pokemon with high defense. “It looks like you both have gone through a lot.” He mentioned as he noticed the scarring on the armor Pokemon. It must have battled plenty.
Returning his hand to his side, Cross gave a small laugh under his breath. “...Heh, while I wouldn’t mind, I’m not sure how my mother would react if she came home to a missing fridge. If I catch one of my own, I might have to ask you for some tips.”
