Old School [OPEN]

For the first time in his seventeen years of life, Noel is broke. His parents froze his savings account, he hasn't been assigned a Team Magma mission since his first one, and what little he had in cash he spent on this stupidly state-of-the-art fishing rod, which he barely even knows how to use. It's a steep learning curve for a former rich kid like him, but he's beginning to get the hang of it. It's not necessary to pay for room and board if he camps out in the woods. There's no need to buy his meals if he gathers them from the wild.

Half of Noel's Pokemon know how to feed themselves, so he's sent them out to do so. Somewhere in the heart of Petalburg Woods, his Trapinch has dug a pit deep in the frost-hardened loam. He lies in wait for prey to tumble in. His Seedot hangs from a branch of the healthiest tree he could find, absorbing nutrients through his stem. Soon he'll be heavy enough to fall. Finally, his Archeops wheels above the barren canopy, looking to terrorize anything with a pulse. It seems as if his wingbeats can be heard for miles.

On the outskirts of the woods, near a flimsy orange tent, Noel himself sits cross-legged on the bank of a modest fishing spot. As he waits for something edible to tug on the line, he worriedly eyes the setting sun. "Gonna be dark soon," he mutters, not quite realizing he's talking to himself. "I'm fucked if I don't catch dinner before then."

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NOTES: feel free to interact with either noel or one of his mons