EASTER EGG HUNT #3

Finger sandwiches? Abandoned on their tiny plates.
Sweet tea? Spilled on the blue and white picnic blanket.
Scones? Left half-smeared with jam and cream, never to be nibbled.

"There's no scene more devastating that an abandoned picnic," Buzzster said, shaking his head at the tragic loss of lunch. He his behind a massive tree, hoping to avoid detection by the hundred furious Beedrill that had swarmed their delightful picnic. "This is just like Pearl Harbor. Bastards came at us without warning or provocation. What do they even want?"

"Maybe they're hungry," Petal suggested. She had seen Beedrill drawn to fruits and flowers before, and the combination of sweet and fragrant picnic choices may well have been the reason for the insect invasion. She watched as one of the Beedrill stabbed a jammy scone with its drill and fed it carefully to another Beedrill.

Zac shook his head. "Nah, they're after something else. You can't trick a trickster, and this trickster's still got a few tricks up his trousers." Buzzster gave Petal a wink that suggested a far more robust plan than he currently had. "Okay Petal. Just follow my lead, okay?"

"Huh?"

Zac leapt out into the picnic clearing, where the smothering buzz of the Beedrill made the air quiver. "Hey! Look at me ya stupid insects!" Buzzster shouted. A dozen sets of compound eyes turned, boring into the redhead.

With a flick of the wrist Zac pulled a bouquet of fake flowers from his sleeve and tossed them high into the air. The insect eyes follwed the brilliant flowers as they arced high and fell right at Petal's feet. "Buh!?"

"Grab 'em Petal! Run run run! Draw 'em to the lake!"

"What lake!?"

"It doesn't matter, any will do! Just go!"

A chunk of the Beedrill swarm was already in the are, and they surged after Petal as she scurried away at top speed, fake flowers clutched in her sweaty vines.

Genesis... probably should have been less thrilled about this turn of events than he actually was.

But picnics, while fun in small doses, got boring quickly, Getting chased by Beedrills, on the other hand? Not boring in the slightest! And it seemed like a good way to potentially gain some Bytes, get their Pokemon some good training, maybe even snag a prize or two...

Provided. You know. They could manage all that without being stung or worse.

"Arecibo, Smack Down!"

The Frogadier cooperated, quickly flinging rocks into the air as his owner had commanded. Why a water frog could throw rocks was beyond Genesis, but the ability certainly was useful.

"Potoooooooo, light some flames, try to get their wings!"

The Ponyta launched flames quickly and enthusiastically... burning some of the remains of the picnic as well as scorching a few bugs. Whoops.

"Merdeka... hit 'em with everything you've got!"

Watching the Duraludon run wild, immune to the bugs' poison and not afraid to show it, was a beautiful sight indeed... even if it made the situation even more of a mess than it had been before.

Was the picnic going to end up back on track? Nope. If anything, Genesis' actions had just made that less likely. But more importantly, Genesis was enjoying himself again. This was fun.

Now, what would he be able to find for his troubles...

Everything was chaos, both the people and pokemon. And even as the wolf eared woman darted towards the nearest egg, someone else manages to snatch it and run off. Rhaenyra grunted to herself, nearly stumbling over her own feet as she darted towards the lake with her pokemon by her side.

A red haired man called out to the two people closes to him, suggesting they should work together to get this under control. Pale golden orbs met his, giving him a single nod in agreement. Although normally the woman would rather do things herself being more of the lone wolf type, this might be her best bet if they want to get this done. He offered up a decent suggestion and the hybrid nodding, understanding what was being asked of her. Her gaze met Genesis, nodding to them as well.

She moved off to the side, two fire types at her heels. “Alright you two,” she mumbled to them, pointing to the mass of beedrill heading straight for them, “Get ready. On his mark, let your fire fly!” Buzzster Hooperham shouted, drawling the attention of the bug pokemon. Rhaenyra felt her heart race, waiting for the signal. Hopefully, this works. And once that cue was giving, the wolf eared woman shouted “EMBER!”

Nephilim didn't particularly like bees.

He didn't particularly hate them, either.

But any flying bug was an absolute menace and a pain in the ass to kill. Especially with limited mobility. So of course he wasn't very keen on dodging a bunch of giant, human-sized, bees.

"Wukong. I'll need you to keep them away while we run. Got it?"

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Getting in a motion to run. The pair crouched, preparing to sprint.

"One... Two...GO!"

The result was a team-up of somewhat epic proportions as they attempted to bypass the various beedrills. While the Chimchar burnt any that got too close. By the end of it, the pair were tired and panting. But hopefully holding an egg.

"Scratch that. I HATE bees."

Lucille was enjoying a peaceful picnic lunch with her partner Pokémon... or at least, she was until the Beedrill nation attacked. Food and drink were flung this way and that as she scrambled to her feet just in time to avoid a dive-bombing insectoid. The buzzing growing ever louder in her ears as she scooped up her fire starter and made a break for it across the nest of the Rookery ❝Aymr if you could use an Ember that would be great!❞ There was a hint of panic to her voice as she panted between words, she really wasn't the most athletic person to exist. The Cyndaquil that she held close to her bosom wriggling free and climbing up to launch himself off of his trainer's shoulder. Flames licking at the sides of his jaws before he began to spit them towards the approaching bees, hoping to at least slow them down somewhat for his trainer to get a safe enough distance away.

Lucille noticed that other trainers were making breaks for various eggs that were scattered throughout the nest. Wait, was there something she was missing? Without a few seconds to think, she leapt for the nearest egg she could find. hopefully shielding it with her body from a swooping, human-sized bee.

Three trainers versus a swarm of Beedrill had been an uphill battle, but just as the picnic had seemed completely ruined a horde of snack-loving trainers had wriggled out of the woodwork to fight off the winged menace.

Gouts of flame from Wolf, @nephilim, and Lucille scorched the air, and blasts of mental energy from Yuze shook the swarm, as a secondary group of trainers sprinted into (or away from) from Beedrill, intent on grabbing eggs by any means necessary. Buzzster could respect anyone why put their body on the line for breakfast.

"That's the way! Give 'em hell!" Buzzster said, sliding closer to an ovoid protrusion he'd spotted at the bottom of a tree. A Beedrill flew in close and he pulled an armful of azalea blossoms from thin air and hurled them at the flying creature. He made a mad dash for the egg.

Nephilim sat down away from the bees and the chaos his Chimchar nearby. Eyeing the egg he watched and felt it shift and wobble to and fro once and a while. As time went by, it eventually began to emit spiderweb cracks throughout the hard shell. Afterwards the shell began to crack with visible cracks as light seeped out from the crevices. Before he knew it, the egg shattered and from it a pokemon appeared. As he looked at it in shock and awe.