A dozen Pidgeys, all of them carefully picked for their startling similarities. Even if she could be a pain-in-the-butt, she was the one best capable of training up the Weedle before releasing it back into the wild.īlanche rubbed her eyes and stared at the screen, but the data was just the same as it had been before. It probably made the most sense to pass the Weedle along to Candela. Spark chewed on his lip and considered his options. As Spark watched it eat, even something as subtle as its basic movements indicated that it was slower and weaker than most. It was clear that the Pokémon had some room for improvement. He took the moment to inspect Weedle more closely once again. As far as the Weedle was concerned, Spark hadn't left. The orange bug was, thankfully, right where he left it, still nibbling at the candy. Then a notification flashed across the screen "candy received".Ī sigh of relief escaped Spark and he turned back to track down the Weedle once more. Moments later it had turned into red energy and fled up the tube. Spark typed into the controls, locating the trainer and then placing the candy in the tray. Right beside the receiver was the transmitter machine. Leaving the Weedle to the candy, Spark hurried back, grabbing a candy from an upside down silo, one which featured a slot for one candy to be grabbed at a time. This prompted a remembrance that he had not yet sent a candy to the trainer in return for the Weedle. Spark held out a candy in his hand, offering it to the Weedle. There was always a difference, always a unique aspect of the Pokémon. It mattered not if they were the same type of Pokémon, used the same sort of moves, or had the same battle capabilities. One of the first lessons of Pokémon research, often reiterated by Professor Willow, was that to truly understand Pokémon was to understand that they were never the same. He appraised it quietly, musing to himself about its capabilities. Active as he was, even Spark managed to break into heavy breathing by the time he had cornered the Weedle. The Weedle made a good run of it, evading the energetic researcher. "Oh no." Spark muttered, and he gave chase. One look up at Spark's face caused the Weedle to hurtle in the other direction in a desperate, but futile attempt to escape. Then, all at once, it began to wriggle and look around. The Weedle did nothing at first, remaining there, frozen, as though it had been trapped in stasis. Its body was made up of many round sphere shapes, it had a horn on its head, and it was very orange.Ĭurious, Spark stepped forward and crouched so that he could get a closer look at the small Pokémon. Then it was opening and a red energy bolt shot out, slowly materializing into a shape. The ball arced majestically, catching the bright light of the lab creating a momentary flare that dazzled the sight of it. With a gleam of excitement in his eyes, Spark picked up the Pokéball and threw it, unleashing the Pokémon inside. Moments later, a Pokéball shot out of the hose and plopped into a small, perfectly-shaped depression that cradled it like an egg. "We got another one!" Spark shouted, hustling over to the transfer machine. After an incredibly negative post yesterday (which I still stand firm on) I really wanted to showcase my love and appreciation for this game. I apologize, but this story has not been edited.
The morbid assumption of trainers that their transferred Pokémon get mulched up is a strange and dark tone that I wouldn't normally associate with the game.Īs a bit of an idealist myself, I preferred to come up with an alternate explanation and showcase it in a story. However, all of them remember to send back a candy to the trainer. Each of them realizes that a different researcher is likely to make more use of the Pokémon. Tl dr Researchers Spark, Blanche, and Candela all receive Pokémon from trainers in the field.
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