Carl tries for a Natrelmon (third time lucky, eh?) [Plains]

Carl wandered around, hopeful, in the Plains area of Lifan. After this, he was going to head off to Toran, lucky or not. He lamented sadly on his earlier failures to catch Natrelmon, but this time he remaied hopeful. Even in the face of adversity and challenge, Carl remained often eternally hopeful. It was both sad and uplifting to see him like that. Sad, because one could argue that Carl was delusional and living in a fantasy world, and uplifting to see that, despite challenge and adversity, he could remain steadfastly positive.

Crowire flapped silently next to him, also scanning the wild. The plains were a lovely place to wander around searching for Natremlon, Carl reflected. The grass whistled as the wind scythed through them, and the earth wasn't too hard or soft, so it made for pleasant walking, also. It sounded cliche, but Carl decided that the Plains were a great place, even if he wasn't searching for Natrelmon. He thought Crowire, too, appreciated the open space and the oppoturnity to soar, even if it was after another Natrelmon.

Crowire, Carl thought, was not too dissimilar to himself in personality. They both enjoyed the close companionship of each other, but rarely had problems in making other friends. That was how they both were. Carl was hopeful for another Natrelmon to add to their roster, because it would give him leeway to trade for, and to be able to challenge the Toran Arena with a good chance of becoming victorious. Crowire would shine in that gym. To his knoweldge, the Natrelmon there were grounded, and flight gave a massive advantage there.

[Rollan']

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Carl sat down, frustrated. He tried to remain positive, but it annoyed him to no end when he struggled to even find a Natrelmon, when other beginning trainers already had four. Crowire landed next to him, still looking around the landscape in vain for another Natrelmon. Carl smoothed the out-of-place feathers on Crowire's back. They looked nice and sleek now. Carl also noted an important fact which he overlooked before. On evolving, Crowire had gained both a type and an Innate Ability. Both of these, Carl mused, would come in handy.

The addition of the Dark type to Crowire, could agument his battle moves with Dark ones, and not many Natrelmon at this stage had three types or even Innate Abilities yet. Carl did some quick research on his laptop, while halfheartedly scanning the environment for any sign of Natrelmon habitation out here. Oh yes, he did know that Natrelmon could indeed be found, they just seemed to be avoiding him and Crowire. Apparently, Carl saw, Crowire gained both Shadowed Expansion and Shroud, moves that were not attacking, but able to create shadows and disappear from view, respectively.

Carl figured these new moves would help him a lot, providing he could get the jump on his opponents, and then use his array of attacking moves. Crowire's new Innate wouldn't help him a whole lot, considering he would have to capture another bird Natrelmon for it to become useful. But when he did, Flock would enable powerful beatdown strategies, using one Natrelmon to attack head-on, and the other to pounce when the enemy dodged. Carl knew that probably only Ghost Natrelmon had a chance at avoiding the double-team, especially Olena, who had several moves at its disposal.

Carl closed the laptop and stood up. He began walking in a purposeful line, back to the edge of Lifan. When he reached the edge, he turned back around and walked in the direction he had came. Pausing, he knew that his movements were ineffectual, and it also made him look mentally disturbed. Carl laughed inwardly at this thought, and began to walk slowly. Crowire, sensing his trainer's boredom, whipped up a Whirlwind, which was strong enough to tear some of the grass shoots out of the ground. Carl laughed at that, and Crowire sent them flying.

Crowire finished that little display off by zapping the grass with a pinpoint Multibolt. Carl watched, impressed, at his Natrelmon's level of control. If only that translated into battle, Carl thought sadly. But he gave Crowire a reassuring pat on the back. It wasn't Crowire's fault of their recent failures. The Natrelmon was fine, but Carl's orders had led to his defeat against the skilled opponent, Auren, in the Beginners' Cup. Auren was a good opponent, but also a pretty good guy as well. Carl didn't hold a grudge against him, but he was determined to improve and show Auren a better fight.

Carl began to shake these distracting thoughts away. Like in the forest the other day, Carl began to focus and look for signs in the environment. His time spent at a Natrelmon Farm and training in the surronding woods had honed his sense to a razor edge, at least on that front. Noticing how they, the wild Natrelmon, blended into the environment, was quite amazing. It was almost literally like they were invisible, and they could just jump out of the grass and surprise you at any moment. Carl figured that was due to to the time they spent in the wild, and their natural instincts.

[Rolling again, dammit. ]

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