Thread: The World as it Is (Pokemon RP; NSFW)

Evangeline paused, her ears tilting to the side and slightly forward as her blue eyes fell on a tuft of beige hanging over a rock. The Espeon reached out, halting her master with a slight touch to her wrist that conveyed her point very clearly. Ilana's eyes turned back to her and strayed forward to where she was looking. The young girl had to use every ounce of willpower not to shout for joy and wake the groggy beast up from its midday nap. Her pretty ice blue eyes sparkled with her excitement as she stared at what had to be one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen. He was tall, broad, and beautifully humanoid--an Arcanine. To think, her second pokemon would be such a fantastic and rare creature. She had to be very careful not to mess this up. The fact that he was drowsing away on a rock made him an easy target, and Ilana wasn't the type to look a gift horse in the mouth. She refused to fight a war she couldn't win, and there was no guarantee that Evangeline would beat him if she didn't take advantage of his state. Ilana's bright blue eyes turned back to her pokemon and gave a silent nod that gave Evangeline the go-ahead she knew she needed. The young woman tilted her head down, the gem on her forehead glowing dimly as she meditated. Her lips moved in silent chants as she waited for her power to build. She slowly stepped around her master, the building energy lifting her bangs away from her face and fluttering the edge of her shirt. Evangeline's eyes never left the resting Arcanine, carefully assessing him to be sure he was not aware of her presence while she stacked the game against him unfairly. Ilana took out a collar and a ball. She hadn't collected a lot of standard types of pokeball, because she had no intention of catching standard Pokemon. It was another benefit of being Daddy's little girl that she was able to use his money and connections, not to mention the left-overs he had lying about. The best ball she had, her prize posession, a Master Ball. She would have to go out of her way a great deal to reclaim another, but this was the perfect time to use it. The collar was a back-up, but the piece was a rather finicky new invention for Pokemorphs specifically. It didn't activate until the Pokemon had been caught, otherwise acting like a standard strap of leather. After the collar activated within the ball, though, it fused its energy with a ring the owner of the collar wore. One that she was calmly screwing into the circle around the button on the pokeball. Afterwards, the collar would harden to an unbreakable point, adjusting with the size of the Pokemorph in question, and it would make sure they stayed within 50 feet of the ring. This invention was specifically because Pokemorphs had a nasty habit of breaking even the best Pokeballs into useless hunks of metal after elongated periods of unrest within them. She didn't want her prized possession to get broken, so she would much rather catch him and have him caught, then let him walk free if that was what he wished, and only call him back in if he was particularly naughty. She held the collar out in front of Evangeline, waiting patiently for the Espeon to finish her preparation before she took it. A minute later, Evangeline was sure that anything she struck would be incapacitated, especially from a relaxed position. The Espeon woman took a deep breath, not an ounce of regret wavering her resolve as that gem lit up like a star and she aimed her Psybeam at the sleeping Arcanine, her fingers wrapping around the leather held out to her and preparing to charge in moments later to lock him in before the pokeball would be thrown.