It's For the Tourney... (Mod)

[Admiral Striker General]

Kali leered after a moment; she did not like to be ignored... Still, better than being attacked, given Helen would need a little more time to finish her nap. "So.." she started, moving closer and half-faking curiosity. "What're you doing?"

[Prince Pony Age]

Where could it be, where did it g--AH! There was a small glint in the grass that the Venomoth was nigh certain was his bottle of stuff. ...But if he got it now, the human would almost certainly try to steal it from him. Hmm...Well, it wasn't like he couldn't fly. So, he landed quickly, picked up th container as best as he could with his little legs, and started to fly off.

...Only to drop it again, right as he was above the human. Dammit.

[Admiral Striker General]

The capsule thacked Kali right on the head before bouncing off into the grass, causing her to grab where it had hit and swear sharply. Son of a bitch, could she not leave the lab without some Pokemon or other beating on her somehow? It wasn't like it really hurt all that much in retrospect, but still. Sighing, she looked and caught the glint of the object and quickly knelt down to grab it, holding it just a small ways toward the Venomoth. "Were you trying to get this?" she asked, tone tantalizing.

[Prince Pony Age]

Oh, that fucking did it. The Venomoth was visibly angry at this, eyes narrowed and little mouth-pincers working. It took him a moment to decide what to do, but he finally settled on lifting the human into the air with a Psychic.