The whole pokedex talking thing was pretty cool, Indigo had to admit. "Wow, that's better than my mom's phone," he said. However as it went on his face took on a slight look of annoyance. Contests and gyms both sounded like way too much work. Gym Leaders and Head Coordinators both sounded equally tough to deal with. What had he expected? And with a Torchic like his, it was practically impossible to train. Not that he had tried but he couldn't be bothered. Alright, definitely gonna ignore those two options. He would ask it about other jobs later. But for now... His eyes took on a mischevious glint and his mouth quirked a half smile.
"Hey Dan, listen for a second. Okay, Pokedex," Indy said. "Do you have friends?" He snickered. Of course, messing with the AI of these technologies was a must.
"I am programmed to be your closest companion," replied the electronic voice.
"Pokedex, I hate you."
"That's no way to talk to your Pokedex. Virtual assistants have feelings too." Indigo guffawed.
"Pokedex, make me a sandwich."
"I cannot. I lack the ingredients and the bioware."
"Pokedex, will you go on a date with me?"
"I can't. It's not me, it's you."
"Hey, which Pokedex is the best?"
"The one you're holding."
Having had a good chuckle, he put the pokedex away with a grin on his face. "Alright, that was neat." He tucked his hands behind his head, admiring the verdant cypresses and silver birches. If there was anything Indigo enjoyed, it was beauty, and despite his apathetic attitude towards most things, art stuck out to him. It always had. He glanced at Dan's Turtwig hanging out of his backpack. Hmm... I wonder if I should take Torchic out. Maybe I should nickname her too... It did seem a bit mean to leave her inside her ball... Maybe she had calmed down after her battle. Well, guess I can always return her... He pressed the release button on the pokeball and Torchic's form coalesced. She ruffled her feathers, letting out what seemed to be peeps of indignation, as if to say, 'what took you so long?
"Nice to see you too. Heads up, don't use your Ember attack in the forest." Torchic again cheeped in protest. She seemed to have a better grasp of language, perhaps she had been around more humans? Indigo raised a brow. "You heard me, Hawka." Yeah, that would be her name, Indy thought. Because she was not at all unsteady, but instead focused and sharp like a bird of prey. And after a moment's consideration, Hawka let out a contented chirp and scampered to the front of them. It was evident enough that she refused to let anyone know how much she enjoyed her name.
