Done fighting the Geodudes, Hiro moved on again, not having seen Mable approach in the distance. He was annoyed now, his pokémon were injured, it was already starting to get dark and the capital wasn't even in sight yet. With groups of wild pokémon like the Geodudes' roaming around, he didn't exactly feel like sleeping out in the open either. Hiro skipped his evening meal to be able to keep moving, and kept his Pokémon in their balls to not further exhaust them.
Worse yet; it started raining. And not just any drizzle, a full tropical rain with large, heavy drops of water emerged from the clouds. The weather had been growing slowly cloudier, but a downpour like this would have seemed unlikely. Not only water came from the clouds, though. Several minutes after the initial drops of rain, a roaring bolt of thunder crashed from the sky, approximately striking to the northwest, clear and loud, despite looking far, far away.
When the sudden change of weather occured, Hiro cursed openly. with nowhere else to turn to, he rushed to the forest. He managed to get there relatively dryly, but was still peeved to find himself partially soaked. The trees provided some shelter from the rain, but not as much as Hiro'd like; there were still a good few drops landing on him. This was quite definitely not his day. As if to emphasize this, Hiro found a Weedle crawling up his leg. He managed to notice it in time and threw it off with a sharp kick off his leg. A quick check revealed he hadn't been stung yet, that was a relief, at least. After the checkup, the Weedle still sat there, not moving an inch. Worried he might have seriously hurt the little creature, Hiro waved his hand at it. Much to Hiro's relief, the Weedle recoiled and backed off a little, but otherwise kept staring. Unsure of what to do, Hiro grabbed a Poké ball and threw it at the Weedle. It broke free after the ball shook twice. When it did, it lunged at Hiro, seemingly frustrated. He managed to send out Bonsly, just in time to intercept the Poison Sting. Weedle managed to use another Poison Sting before Hiro could throw another poké ball. This time, the Weedle was caught!
A Weedle might not have been the most impressive addition to a team, but it was a little bright spot on an otherwise bad day.
The Zorua Mori's Mankey had wounded closed its eyes, starting to breath heavily. A close check would reveal it to just have fallen asleep. The rain wasn't helping either as it caused the temperature to drop, and with it; Zorua's body temperature.
Special Notes:
It is now RAINING. Fire-type moves are weakened, Water-type moves are strengthened. Roads will progressively turn muddy and traveling is unpleasant.
Level Progress:
Fletchling -> Lv7
Mankey -> Lv7