Interesting. Very interesting. Did explain how some things worked in this world, and why these Pokemon seemed so intelligent. Most grew with human contact, at least once or twice.
But they were smart, most definitely smart as the Wrumple cleared the handkerchief only to curl to nap onto Hark’s lap, letting the hedgehog pick it up. They were definitely something that were in between Mobians and ferals, understanding concepts and possibly human language to a certain extent, something only feral animals could do once they were close enough to humans for a very long period of time.
Incredible, really.
But not nearly as incredible as the pokeball Rebecca was holding out to him, making him blink.
Zeke’s ball? It looked so different from the one used for Goop. Yes, the bottom was as white as the other one, but the top… The top was purple with red bumps.
A hesitant, careful hand reached for it and brought it for the system to analyze, quickly detecting the differences along with something that couldn’t be seen. And Hark couldn’t help but analyze it further.
“… This is interesting, if both balls are compared side to side, this one is clearly the better choice. The components of Zeke’s ball make any pokemon an easy catch. Doesn’t say anything about the willingness of the pokemon though.”
The last comment was accompanied with a smile and a general glance in Zeke’s direction before he gently gave the ball back.
“It’s very interesting. Thank you.”
Rebecca nodded at Hark’s conclusion, taking the ball back and putting it back on her belt with a grin.
“It’s one of the best balls out there, a Master Ball it’s called.”
She softly chuckled a bit, gently petting Zeke’s head.
“Before I catch a Pokemon, I ask if they want to come with me first. A lot of trainers do the same.”
“But then there’s trainers who don’t care about their partners. Those people are no better than Plasma themselves.”
There was a little intensity in her voice but she didn’t raise it, not wanting to wake up Zeke as she took a bite of her Pecha.
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