[ti]spawn[/ti]Blessings of The Hunt XIII

"See anything?"

<'Other than the usual?'>

"Don't be a brat."

Tuesday smirks, a hand patting the side of her Dragonair despite their bickering. Together, they search, knowing well that this is one of the last times they'll do this for a while... At the Steppes, at least.

With the Rufflet having passed, both Tuesday and Orm laugh, enjoying themselves while they continue to search the Steppes for steel types. Unlike when she's training with Tyrfing, the mood is light, but that's simply the different relationships between her and her Pokémon, right?

Ancile, Orm, Aesop, Legion, Cid, Bartók, Pixel, Tyrfing.... It's funny how the list of Pokémon that matter to her and that she would never get rid of keeps growing, isn't it? It was only Ancile once. Then again, it's only a fraction of the Pokémon in her inventory, and Tuesday likes things being that way.

While Orm glides not all that high off the ground, Tuesday gestures to open her UI. There, she checks the time. It won't be long now.

Still, even if it's only a few minutes, it's worth it, right? Relaxing. Soothing. Most importantly: distracting. Distracting from all the stress in his life. Nothing could ever ruin that for Tuesday... not even if ghosts from Mars' past appeared here. Or, could they?

With the Nosepass left behind, the hunt continues, but it does remind Tuesday of the fact that she had been wanting to give Colossal Probopass a try. Maybe one day soon. Her Pokémon should be strong enough, she just needs the right set up...

Such are the thoughts that occupy her mind when she spots movement in the distance, golden eyes narrowing to get a better look at what it might be...

By logic, at least one Steel type should appear soon enough, be it Klink, Magnemite, or preferably, a Duraludon. Tuesday knows how it goes, so she knows well that she has enough time for exactly one fight before she has to log off.

What will it be, though?

It's only a matter of time. Whatever comes first will be her prey and get caught by that golden pokéball that hasn't seen much rest these days. So, as Orm slithers through the air, she keeps a close eye on her surroundings, searching.

If finding this Steel type ends up taking longer than expected, she might have to call for some back-up if it's something she can't beat up easily. Which, of course, would be a Duraludon. Klink and Magmemite aren't an issue to deal with on her own, and while Duraludon technically aren't either, they do take much more time to defeat. Tuesday considers all this, because that's how she is, right? She always considers every detail.

While she considers, she searches the plains, her gaze paying attention for even the slightest sign of movement. There, in the distance, there's something.... She's sure Orm sees it too, since they quickly begin to head towards it.

They're close. So close that she can see the grass blades shifting and moving. That's the problem, though. The grass is too damn long here. A Pokémon hiding in the literal tall grass, as if this were an homage to the old mainline games of the franchise or something

Of course, considering that Mars had only played Pokémon Red before jumping straight to UNOVR decades later and then Pokémon Scarlet when it was released... Tuesday doesn't really consider that the tall grass thing might be some sort of self-reference. Instead, she finds it annoying.