[ti]spawn[/ti]Rumble Tumble (pt. 2)

After a few times, Saint does find the steppes do be less daunting than they first appeared. It’s still not the place he’d want to relax in—he’d prefer clear skies and sunshine, please, and also maybe a beach—but as long as he’s mindful of his steps, he can veer away from the burrows and ire of random pokemon.

Plus, he’s not alone. There’s a good number of trainers exploring in different directions, likely hunting as well. It fills him with a little bit of motivation. He takes a moment to pick out these silhouettes, trying to determine which one is the imposing tattooed asshat.

“Hm.” No such luck, but he’d hear from him, no doubt. He continues walking.

The magnemite does not respond. It blinks, not understanding what he said, or perhaps understanding but simply too indifferent to show any strong emotion.

Saint recalls something he’d been taught. He doesn’t have to fight them, necessarily. He tucks Gumball against him with one arm (taking care to keep the dog from attacking the magnemite), while reaching for his satchel.

“Wait what does…” Did magnemite even eat? He rummages through his inventory, before finally taking out some little batteries and presenting it to the pokemon. “Do you like these?”

At this, the Magnemite happily swoops down, grabbing the berry from the ground. Fascinated, Saint watches as it grinds the berry into little pieces with its magnets, before roasting the berry using electricity. He thinks he should take this down, but as he reaches for a notepad, a spark strays, hitting him in the foot.

Many noises of pain were had. Gumball had jumped down, and is now delightedly mimicking his trainer by hopping around, pretending to be in pain.