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You raise your hand. Sure Noah is a little... okay hes VERY scary. But you recognize that scary, you handled ghosts, you are USED to scary. "Mister Noah. I think Hartwell is slow...er. I don't mean he's stupid."
"Oh, I would be less kind." Noah interjects to some chuckles as you shake your head.
"I just mean his reactions are slower than normal, half of what they used to be?"
Noah claps, smiling. "VERY good. Yes, Hartwell is paralyzed, his body alternates between sluggish and seized. And Glare is unique in that, electric moves such as nuzzle can be negated by the ground, stun spore is useless against vegatative pokemon like Bellsprout... and yet Glare, not so impacted. In terms of holding prey still, it is without much peer..."
He walks towards Hartwell. You finally turning around to see the vic-student is some black belt. "And yet! It is used by ambush predators... well them and Dunsparce. Why do you think that would be?"
"...To keep pokemon from escaping."
"Yes indeed Gurie, though few try. I posit a different theory. The Arbok, well, it is not the most vicious of predators. If a Tauros is prepared I imagine few Arbok will have much to eat... Their are nastier creatures in the forest... Take Hartwell."
He lays a hand on Hartwell's shoulder, and the man sluggishly tries to grop at it. "He is quite fit, and is not wanting in malice towards me... Nor am I particularly muscular. This wrist of mine should he be able to lay his fingers on it, would likely not last long under Hartwell." He pats the mans shoulder. "Yet, he is unable to. The tide has shifted... " He pulls at his coat and reveals a collection of bottles and pokeballs, pulling a large green vial. "If I were to simply dip my finger in this liquified Venoshock." The gloved hand goes green. "And..." Hartwell's eyes widen as the claw gets closer to him. "And lay my fingers upon my prey..."
The green goo slides on Hartwells face and he screams... and the goo slides off, landing on his orange shorts. "A jest. Merely lime gelatin. But you see how predation works." He walks to his desk with the poise of a corner at a burial. "Most of you I imagine are used to simply swinging for the fences with the strongest move with the strongest pokemon. Many pokemon have evolved to do just that... and many pokemon have evolved around such things as well."
He taps the desk. "I may be the biology teacher here, but I am also the nurse on staff. It is my job to make sure you understand the tricks Pokemon, and their masters, may use on your pokemon, AND on you. If I fail to instruct, or you fail to learn..." He smiles. "Well, for the sake of my work life balance, I implore you to be cautious."
He continues with his safety lecture, apparently a necessity before any of the "Fresh meats" (You apperantly) can get a pokemon. Even though you... well, have one already.
The bell rings and people start to get up, Hartwell sullenly shoving books into his bag. "Oh... Gurie... A moment after class."
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