[ti]open[/ti]Dirt and Grime

His plan started when a notification popped up after his run-in with Basculin.

You've made progress to a Trainer Title!

Okay, which one? Muddy Boy?? Wait, he was planning on trading for a Mudbray, so that was perfect for the second condition! What were the other conditions though? ❝I have to what?!❞

And that was how he ended up in the Western District, expression locked to a grimace, worrying and dreading what was to come. Not only did he had to get himself covered in something viscous (mud seemed to be the most accessible) two more times, but he had to get someone to call him dirty. Thrice! How was he going to do that? Then again, dirtiness did not necessarily have to be physical. He supposed he could be called dirty minded, but ughhh. So he was here in a public place to get himself covered in mud, and he hoped that someone would be mean enough to call him out on it. For the trainer title! For the arena points!

He scratched his head. A goal not exactly related to making progress towards the title was to train Mudbray, who he decided to name 'Marsh'. This was because he thought the Pokemon would make a good ride Pokemon, though he also had the same idea for Pond the Mantyke as well (Cliff seemed too small to fly on, even as a Unfezant). How exactly to train the ground type though was a good question. They could perhaps work on bonding first and maybe some target practice, or maybe some exercise? He hadn't let out this Pokemon yet after all.

So now he was in a fenced area, wide and elliptical, meant for horses to trot and gallop. He opened the Poke Ball with pursed lips, letting out the Mudbray onto the ground. He tried to ignore the fact that some parts of it seemed pretty mushy. ❝Heyyy, so--❞

The Pokemon let out a loud neigh and raised her front hooves up in the air before running off. He could already feel some dust get on him, but it wasn't mud. He was half relieved and half disappointed. Well, it seemed like Marsh had not been able to run around for some time, so he let the Mudbray do her own thing until she felt satisfied with her romp.

That was until she decided to jump the wooden fence.

Killian's reaction time was too late, limited to a yell and an arm outstretched before he kicked himself to run after his runaway Pokemon. Cursing, he tried to call Marsh back, but in his haste, he slipped on a puddle and fell onto muddy ground. Fuck.

You've made progress to a Trainer Title!

He wanted to cry.