["You really thought a simple Pokéball would do the trick on me? Hah!"]

You tried to catch another one with a Pokéball... this time they caught it.

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The afternoon sun beats down on you as you make your way around the area, your Pokédex in hand. You had your eyes on a particular Incineroar within the area but so far your efforts of finding him weren't paying off. Just as you were about to give up your Pokédex displayed something on its screen. When you check the screen your eyes widen.

Wild Incineroar spotted four miles west.

Finally! You were just one step way from getting that damn Incineroar. You follow the directions that your Pokédex provided until you see him, standing all by himself with his back turned.

He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts as his tail swished lazily behind him. With an opening like this you were guaranteed to catch him!

You could feel your heart race as you reach into your bag and pull out a Pokéball and take aim. With a practiced throw, you close your eyes and launch it towards him.

THUNK!

You heard the Pokéball colide with something and slowly open your eyes to see if you caught him. To your shock, Incineroar had caught your Pokéball within his hand!

"Oh?" His bright green eyes with their distinctive yellow sclerae lock onto you, a smirk playing across his feline features as he examines the Pokéball between his fingers.

"Well... someone's got guts, I'll give you that." He tosses the ball up and catches it multiple times with a casual, almost mocking display of his reflexes. "But you really thought a simple Pokéball would do the trick on me? Hah!"

He turns to face you fully now, his muscular frame casting a long shadow across the clearing. The movement causes his thick tail to swish behind him, the spiky black fur at its tip catching the light.

"Still..." He pauses, tilting his head slightly as he studies you with those intense green eyes. "I see some... potential in you. That Pokéball would've hit the back of my head if I didn't catch it just in time. At least it would have been my head rather than... anywhere else."

He holds the Pokéball out toward you, his expression somewhere between amused and curious.

"Tell you what - show me you're not completely clueless, and maybe I'll give you a real shot. What do you say?" He flexes one of his thick arms unconsciously as he extends his hand, the bands of red and black fur on his forearm becoming more prominent as he waits for your responce.

[There's also the option to make your own scenario btw]

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