Morning - early morning, as it's always possible some phenomenon will only appear before sunrise in a way that she can't find simply by staying up past dark - finds Bella having let herself out of the Tower (conscientiously not letting any Porygon out into the wilderness). She never walks if she can help it. Fireflower is much more surefooted, and enjoys the exercise more. She hauls herself up onto the Rapidash's back.
"Is she likely to do it soon, do you think? Would you make the move swap? You met me yesterday, if you weren't already planning on it it'd be a big deal."
"I was thinking of changing her lineup when she does, which should be any minute now, and it's among my candidates."
"Huh. Could have a rematch," suggests Bella, getting off her Linoone at the shore and opening her backpack to find some lunch. "I can lead with something not-Zag, although there is of course no question of letting you win, cooperative rolling over to boost somebody else's 'mon is just mean to one's own."
"One-to-one? Since it's all about Irene?" Bella asks. She produces a packet of soup mix, which a combination of Zag's helpful and carefully-aimed Surf and Fireflower's toasty tail render soupily edible inside of a few minutes. "I can toss Juu or Dusk or Branch and it'll be a fair fight typewise." Well, half Branch's attacks won't hardly dent Irene, but the other half will.
Bella drinks her soup pretty quick, returns Fireflower whence she came, and produces Dusk's Pokéball. "Now, or do you want lunch too?"
Irene, coiled in a contented loop nearby, lifts her head.
"Eeeeon."
"You wanna get her?" laughs Bella.
"Umbrrrrrr."
Irene slithers in front of Sherlock and bobs her head up and down. "Dragonair," she says firmly.
It's a fair fight, in theory, and Dusk gets in a few shots that he clearly finds very satisfying.
But Dusk spends half of the fight mistaking his own tail for Irene's, allowing her to nap off the damage. He finally finishes himself off and collapses.
"Aww, Dusk, you tried," sighs Bella, scooping him up into his ball again, "when you're up we can go pick on some wild'uns, okay?" She looks up to congratulate Sherlock. "Nicely done."
"How is that an of course? I have to use the guild ones, those things are expensive," laughs Bella.
"One parent invented Porygon and the other made groundbreaking advancements in the field of Move Machines. We have plenty of money to go around and we're swimming in perfectly functional prototypes."
"...Sweet," comments Bella. "I'd hit you up for access, but the guild does have a full set of the HMs and I got the last TM I decided I needed a few months ago."
"My parents are kind of dull. My father is a cop and my mother teaches kindergarten and when school lets out for a break she tears around all over the country pretending to be a full-time trainer. She's not a very good trainer, but she's enthusiastic and her 'mon love her."
"She does have a bit of the adorable about her, yes. Charlie - my dad - has standard-issue cop 'mon, doesn't catch or recreationally battle. He's not that into it, doesn't name 'em or anything, but the standard-issues are all about the job anyway so that works."
"There's a few species that adapt well to the work. Charlie in particular has a Noctowl and a Machoke, pretty regionally popular evolutionary trees - I think down south Growlithe are a big deal for police."