@masqueon
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“Well--...this did NOT go as planned.”
Those words certainly spoke for themselves with the absolute mess of the clearing he’d made. Nestled down in the comfort of greenery surrounding Kenyte City, a small clearing between the trees and tracks seemed perfect for a pause to rest, to allow his companions to stretch their legs and breathe fresh air. Ten minutes had passed, then twenty, and the to-be coordinator had grown antsy, soon up on his own feet and gathering his small team of Pokemon near.
Simple enough--but what was less simple, was getting them to train. While perhaps Deerling was prancing about on her hooves, the same could not be said for the more stone-faced Luxio, who instead, seemed to want his own independence to do as he pleased. Then, of course, the feline-like Meowth that practically clung to Oswald’s pant cuff, seeming to want nothing to do with training in any sense of the word. With little control, the trio split, the grass-type going about to jump and kick at piles of rocks, while the electric type went about using the trees as target practice. That is where the mistake came.
Like lightning-rods the trees soaked in the electric charges, and while most seemed unshaped, a select few had lit in flames from the inside-out, and others, missing large chunks of bark that had blown completely off. Well, so much for nature. Even the poor Pokemon that lived in the branches were forced to fly or scurry off, making a ruckus as the select trees in the clearing were attacked.
And there, standing in the middle of the mess was the trainer; only scratching his head and watching on with disapproval, but not saying a word against it. So much for control.
