Entry tags:
✖ action ✖ oo2 ✖ fourth wall ✖ ( kanto, route 11 )
( Levi, save for his height impairment, is not difficult to spot while he's pacing a small patch of grass on Route 11. In an effort to better understand his existing collection of Pokémon (read: all two of them) he'd been doing a great deal of reading through his Pokédex; initially he possessed little interest in researching outside the scope of Pokémon he already had, but his attention was drawn to one within the many listings. One, due to its (albeit not very detailed) description, that he desired to obtain. (Also, there was a freshness to the air outside that he could not get enough of -- though he wasn't exactly going to admit that).
It was for this reason that Levi now stood, eyes narrowed and brow furrowed, in front of a patch of grass on this particular route -- where he'd been told to go by his research. There was an underlying problem in the man's plan, however; that being that he'd never actively attempted to capture a Pokémon. As fate would have it, the only ones he did in fact own had been graciously given to him.
He did not know where to begin. Levi was not a man accustomed to being new at shit, and even being in this place did not change that fact. He was waiting, then, at the edge of the grass, as he watched his Purrloin watch him. )
Well? You can find one, can't you?
( Yeah, he's showing pictures of the Pokémon he wants to his Purrloin right now. This is it. This is as low as it gets. He could ask someone, but who the fuck does that? Nope, he's sending his cat brigade on a fucking recon mission in some grass instead, with little idea how to actually capture what he wants if and when it appears.
Nobody tell him that his cats aren't even the appropriate level. )
It was for this reason that Levi now stood, eyes narrowed and brow furrowed, in front of a patch of grass on this particular route -- where he'd been told to go by his research. There was an underlying problem in the man's plan, however; that being that he'd never actively attempted to capture a Pokémon. As fate would have it, the only ones he did in fact own had been graciously given to him.
He did not know where to begin. Levi was not a man accustomed to being new at shit, and even being in this place did not change that fact. He was waiting, then, at the edge of the grass, as he watched his Purrloin watch him. )
Well? You can find one, can't you?
( Yeah, he's showing pictures of the Pokémon he wants to his Purrloin right now. This is it. This is as low as it gets. He could ask someone, but who the fuck does that? Nope, he's sending his cat brigade on a fucking recon mission in some grass instead, with little idea how to actually capture what he wants if and when it appears.
Nobody tell him that his cats aren't even the appropriate level. )
