Alone in the Forest. Right?

[Jun]

The air was humid and sticky, and if it was the first time for any pokemon to visit this place, they could possibly be annoyed by it. It was the average weather here. The dome was built to simulate a rainforest in the first place. So in essence, it was just doing the real forests of the world justice. For Jun, however, he had the advantage a metal like body. The hot and sticky air not bothering him at all. And while it may be sticky, the usually breeze felt good on the skin every once an awhile. At least he was in the shade of the canopy. No need to for the sun to beat on him like the Desert Dome. J-25, or Jun to some, had been here for about a few days now. The Garden dome was to open for him, and other pokemon would sometimes bother him and try to get him to join a silly game. A good Psycho Cut would scare them away. Jun wasn't really a friendly character per say. Always wanting to be left alone at any giving chance. And the Forest Dome was the perfect place. The trees and foliage provided excellent cover for one to hide.

Jun kept walking along a game trail, watching his step for any tree roots that may be sticking out. Wouldn't want to hurt his pride and trip. For a majority of his life he had always be alone for the most part. The only time interacting with others was during fights or mock battles. Some ending favorably, and others ending... well, let's just say he'd rather not think about it. But his younger life was why he prefer the loner life style. He didn't know any better. Just eat, sleep, and survive. The three things that he really cared about. Nothing more and nothing less. Speaking of eating... He looked up and saw some fruit hanging on the tree. Judging by the height, it was to tall for him to reach physically. He looked at his natural blades on his arms. He had these gifts for a reason, right? Might as well use it. With a well aimed Psycho Cut, the fruits fell to the ground. With a satisfied, and rare, smirk on his lips, he gathered the fruit and found a secluded spot to eat.

For him, it was the perfect place. He had food, shelter, and above all else, he was alone. Right?

[Cicada]

Unfortunately, he was anything but alone. A pair of red, triangular eyes glistened from the undergrowth, deep enough in to go more or less unnoticed by the common eye. However, even if that didn't give away the presence of something living, then the pair of snaking vines creeping from between the stalks certainly would.

The pair of thick creepers crawled slowly along the ground - as slowly as the Ivysaur could stand. However, she was a rather impatient creature, and slow to her wasn't exactly unnoticeable. That Bisharp had just knocked down some ripe fruit, and she wasn't about to let it go out of her reach. Her vines didn't stretch high enough to get the bigger fruits, and so she was usually confined to scavenging from other Pokémon or eating those measly berries that hung in the lower bushes. Granted, the scientists monitored the Pokémon and she knew they probably wouldn't just let her starve, but that wasn't exactly reassuring, and she'd much rather have fresh fruit than the somehow drier meals that the humans served, even when they were the same thing.

In the last stretch towards the fruit, she could take it no longer. Each vine wrapped around one fruit, and the tendrils quickly slithered back to their hiding place with the prize. She watched the Bisharp intently for any reaction; she hoped to avoid conflict, but at the same time she was willing to fight.

[Jun]

Jun sat peacefully as he ate. Not giving a care in the world at that moment. And if he looked up and could see the sky. Which was really a ceiling that had an artificial interface that gave a sunny day look in the Forest Dome. And when it comes around night time, then it will change to a star lit night. Jun knew that it was all fake, but hey, one can imagine right? As he ate, he let his mind wonder. Often times it would be about his time in the Battle Simulations. Human wanted to know how a Bisharp that was forced to grow alone would react with a group stimulus. Thankfully, Jun didn't do to bad. Sure, he rarely interacted with the other pokemon, but he didn't kill any of them. No, it was that one incident that killed them, save for himself and two others. He wondered at times how those two pokemon were doing. Course he'd never seen them again, and quite frankly, he didn't want to.

He didn't notice the tendrils that were coming up to him. To focused on the fruit. Normally he would be watchful of such things, but he was enjoying himself a bit too much. It's been awhile since he could get a hold of fruit this ripe, and he didn't want to waste the opportunity to be happy for a bit. However, when he was going to grab hold of another piece, he noticed two of the fruits being grabbed and taken away. Instinct took over, and he quickly stood up. The blades glowing a light purple hue as the Psycho Cut readied itself. With a quick swing of his arms, he fired two Psych Blades towards the bushes that the tendrils came from. If he hit something or not, he didn't know.

"Whose out there!?" he yelled. Whoever the pokemon maybe, hopefully they would've ran off. He didn't want to fight and risk losing the fruit he earned. Standing at the ready, with his blades still glowing. He didn't want to fight, but if he must, he shall.

[Cicada]

A hoarse yell erupted from the bushes as the psycho cut hit its mark, severing one of the Ivysaur's vines. She knew it would grow back eventually, as it always did, but it still hurt. Her face creased in anger and she leered out of the bushes at the Bisharp, trying to detect his next move. She wasn't about to give up hope.

One thing was certain; picking things up without the end of her vines was excruciatingly difficult, and one fruit was not enough to satisfy her hunter. Anyways, even if the Bisharp didn't actually want to fight, she assumed as much. After all, who in their right minds wouldn't want to get revenge on a thief? Anyways, she still had one of the fruits.

She decided it was best not to answer, and instead shifted uncomfortably before launching herself forward, surprisingly fast due to the revealed lack of a bulb on her back. It made her weaker, but faster, and it baffled her how others of her kind could stand to have that bulky thing carried around on their backs. Her remaining vine whipped towards her opponent as she tried to wrap it around his arm and pull him down.