A Generic Title For A Generic Battle [BATTLE-LAZ]

[Thomas Faye]

Thomas Faye

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[atrb=style, width: 310px; font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #db6e07; border: 1px solid #db6e07; color: 8a5d29; padding: 10px] Once again, Thomas walked along with only his starter accompanying him. He quite enjoyed having the large Pokemon by his side, which was probably the reason Thomas rarely left him out of his party. And he didn't plan to anytime soon either. But despite that, even after having evolved thanks to a kiss from Rin's Purin, Thomas had yet to battle using Snorlax. Then again, as Thomas thought about it, he wasn't the most hardcore for battling unlike some others. That may have been why so many of his Pokemon weren't evolved yet. He didn't care if they evolved or not, he just liked befriending them. That, and raising them. Not raising just to evolve, but raising just to be friends with them. Thomas, today, however, was wanting to test out Tumtum's Thick Fat ability. The two hadn't spent much time around the Volcano, but it was hot here, which would allow Thomas to note how his Snorlax reacted to it. And apparently, he was doing fine. No signs of heat exhaustion or anything. "You seem to be doing fine, Tumtum, nice job" Thomas stated, supporting the large Pokemons exercise.

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[Lazarus]

"Oi, Ora, you sure you're alright flying around here?"

Laz asked his Scizor who seemed to be rather chill being out of his pokeball where fire pokemon roamed about. The area was of course a Volcano, that and it'd be pretty obvious and natural to see a bunch of fire types roaming around the place. Now, the fact that fire types roamed about was not the problem Laz was facing seeing as he was rather fond of the typing. No, his problem was why his Scizor seemed to be okay like this. With his guard barely up in a place where his only actual weakness existed.

Oracion just nodded his head as he calmly waved around the place, his pincers in a cross like fashion, almost as if he was crossing his arms. Just silently following his partner as the air around him barely moved as he passed by. How Laz's Toxicroak would be that jealous, not creating a noise as he moved by. The Scizor would've made a great Ninja.

With nothing to really do for the day, Laz wondered if he'd be able to explore the caverns that littered the area. Then again, one never knew what can happen during an adventure.