LibruanCuriosity and the interaction with other Pokemon... The new Pokemon had seemed to arrive quickly, suddenly, but had since moved sluggishly, dull. A brief investigation had shown it to be weak, barely worth the energy. Confidence. Play! Watching it from behind, watching it's movements, Libruan's playmate had reached for it's side, it's hand emerging with a small red and white ball. The crushing feeling of impending danger. Run!
Libruan, Libruan!
From a safe distance Libruan studied the intruder with fleeting attention. It was hungry. The intruder was not food, nor did it look capable of catching any. The explosive image of danger was gone, Libruan not having the patience to brood. It felt safe again.
Libruan!
Max heard the bushes rustle but ignored it, instinctively knowing it was merely the retreating creature. The Pokedex unnecessarily confirmed her thoughts by noting Libruan had left the area. Flipping back to her notepad, Max jotted the siting of the little brown critter with little enthusiasm. She wondered how brief she could be without sounding unprofessional. She wondered how much she cared.
She didn't want to waste her time, or Palm, on such pathetic matters.
Flipping pages Max returned to her previous notes. How far could she take this idea? Scratching at the back of her mind like a rabid mouse, she struggled to get let the words free but her mind resisted. How she'd have loved to be able to expel her thoughts and ideas into words... but it was impossible. Words hit her mind and the mind filtered. It nit picked over grammar. It stopped her from saying what she really felt. It substituted her original thoughts with old memories, stories of the past, rendering her ideas into heard-it-all-before rehashes of her life.
Staring at the blinking cursor, Max raised her pen and wrote...
Max. Max, Max.
...and smiled into the bushes.