[If the Deerling could talk, it would probably scream out a warning or five about the encroaching enemy in the grass, but alas, it doesn't aside from maybe its name and a bunch of snorts and whines. This works out terribly for Sasha for she has no clue what's about to happen to her. Her former life didn't train her to deal with strange creatures such as Pokemon.
The crunching pulls her attention away from Deerling and onto its source where Sasha glances over in the direction the sound has come from. The Pidgeys have all flown away so it can't be them (unless it's one slow Pidgey who doesn't realize his own kind has abandoned him.) Maybe it's a person? Another human who can tell her how to best handle a Pokemon that won't leave her alone?
But no, it's not a person, but a Pokeball? A pretty big one, one that looks big enough to fit a Deerling comfortably. Sasha glances at the small one in her hand and back at the ball somebody must have dropped and then back at Deerling. The choice is clear. Never turn down a freebie Pokeball.]
Well, look, if you're not going to listen to me, you can just get into this ball where you belong. It's bigger than the others so you'll have room in there.
[She's far too busy with lecturing Deerling on it's rude behavior to really see that this Pokeball has eyes. Eyes that are steely and watching her every move as she gets up to reach for it, unknowingly stepping into her own execution chamber. Someone please save her! She is a good person! She doesn't deserve this!]
action; deathball please. you aren't as much of a badass as you're convinced you are
The crunching pulls her attention away from Deerling and onto its source where Sasha glances over in the direction the sound has come from. The Pidgeys have all flown away so it can't be them (unless it's one slow Pidgey who doesn't realize his own kind has abandoned him.) Maybe it's a person? Another human who can tell her how to best handle a Pokemon that won't leave her alone?
But no, it's not a person, but a Pokeball? A pretty big one, one that looks big enough to fit a Deerling comfortably. Sasha glances at the small one in her hand and back at the ball somebody must have dropped and then back at Deerling. The choice is clear. Never turn down a freebie Pokeball.]
Well, look, if you're not going to listen to me, you can just get into this ball where you belong. It's bigger than the others so you'll have room in there.
[She's far too busy with lecturing Deerling on it's rude behavior to really see that this Pokeball has eyes. Eyes that are steely and watching her every move as she gets up to reach for it, unknowingly stepping into her own execution chamber. Someone please save her! She is a good person! She doesn't deserve this!]