YOU LOOK BETTER WHEN I'M DRUNK [MOD]

The Bulbasaur, Lucian, seemed to take little notice of the tiny psychic pokemon coming their way. The female trainer wasn't paying any attention at all either, as she was too big to really take much notice of a little thing such as the Ralts. How the Bulbasaur didn't notice the Ralts walking directly in front of him, the world may never know, but the Bulbasaur, however, seemed to plow right into the little guy, toppling right over him.

He didn't even realize that he was on his back until he noticed that the ground was where the sky should have been, and vice versa. In fact, he even outstretched his stubby little arms to make it look like he was flying in his perspective.

Ever looked down to check and see if her pokemon was following, only to see that he had vanished. She turned around, seeing probably one of the saddest sights she could think of. Her pokemon, Lucian, was on his back, and even though he looked delighted of the fact, she did not. She placed on one of her trademark frowns, and couldn't help but put in a bit of a stern chirp in her voice as she said, "Get up, Lucian."

Lucian, however, completely blew her off as he realized that there was a wild pokemon in front of him. With much difficultly of rocking from side to side, he eventually made it back to his feet, and he used one of his vines on his back to point at the Ralts. >Bulba! Bulba! Saur!< What he was trying to say was that the two of them sparred, but how the Ralts took it was a different matter entirely.

[Bulbasaur challenges you to a battle!]

She sighed, a legit sigh as if she was really honestly irritated with this. "I better not be wasting my time with this battle, Lucian. Don't destroy her too much, I do like my pokemon to be strong." She mumbled, taking a seat on a random tree stump, the tree must have been cut off given that it was a clean chop straight through and not some bumpy mess.

Just as Lucian was about to rear up to use tackle, he was interrupted. "Hold off, Lucian. I want to do something first." Her voice was just barely above a whisper, and yet, she could be heard rather clearly for the Bulbasaur. He sat his rump down on the ground while he waited for his trainer to take out her pokedex, and she scanned the Ralts.

"Ralts, the Feeling Pokémon. Ralts is the pre-evolved form of Kirlia. It can use the horns on its head to read human emotions. Ralts rarely shows itself to humans, but may occasionally approach when it senses positive or happy feelings." And then it turned off. So now she had two pokemon scanned in on her pokedex, oh how special she felt. With a flick of her hand, Lucian stood back up in time to be hit with a confusion. Oh, it was on.

"Tackle."

Lucian did as his trainer commanded of him, he reared up, and this time he launched himself forward, given that there was no more interruption this time around, and he aimed to smack into the Ralts on purpose this time.

[LUCIAN was hit by CONFUSION! LUCIAN used TACKLE!]

Ever really was not in the mood to deal with this thing blocking her path. She had it scanned, now she just wanted to go. Although, the Ralts was a psychic type, and psychic types weren't always a bad thing to have. . . "Take on from here, Lucian." Ever wanted to see how the pokemon would do without her guidance rather than with it, though if things were to start looking fishy, she'd definitely throw in her common sense to make sure that she didn't lose him or anything and then left in a forest of wild pokemon all alone, oh no. Plus, she had some things to think up.

Lucian awaited a command from his trainer, and his only command that he got from her was to take control as if he was going to be able to do it alone! Who did she think he was, some sort of super pokemon? No! He was just another bulbasaur, nothing fishy about that or anything! But he felt the confusion make contact again, and it took everything in him to straighten the spinning world out before he tossed his cookies all over the grass. Then he turned around the face the little thing. If it was a fight she wanted, it was a fight she was going to get! He felt himself summon up leaves, and something similar to a razor leaf happened, but instead it was a move called leaf storm. Not many Bulbasaurs had it, as it was an egg move, but he was one of the few that did.

[LUCIAN was hit by CONFUSION! LUCIAN used LEAF STORM!]

She looked down at the Ralts, yet again debating on whether to use her pokeball to catch the thing, or to just walk away and not have to worry about seeing it again. Ralts did evolve into a pretty powerful psychic or fighting pokemon, that was for sure. She looked to Lucian, wondering if, even for the moment, he could answer this question for her. But he was too busy admiring the daisies on the side of the route to even acknowledge the fact that he just knocked out a pokemon. A sigh seemed to find it's way to Ever's lips, and then right out of them as she fished through her bag for a pokeball. Ralts wasn't a grass type pokemon, no, but it was a nice break from them. Even if her preference as grass types, she wasn't planning on doing nothing but encountering them throughout this whole time.

So, Ever, pokeball in hand, walked up to the little pokemon laying sprawled on the grass, and tapped her head with the pokeball. The little body was swept inside in a flash of red, and suddenly the pokeball started to glow and wriggle in her hand as it determined whether she caught it or not. A few minutes had passed before it clicked and the Ralts was her's. Now if only she could train it a bit out here, as she wanted Lucian and now the unnamed Ralts to at least gain a few levels before she moved on.

[LUCIAN IS ON STANDBY. . .]