Tia experiments on Love Balls while fulfilling a special request from the milkman.
Tia stomped through the tall grass, sweat pouring down her face. She looked around, trying to find something, anything, large and pink. A loud “Mooo!” rang out in the distance, and she ran, following the sound.
After a moment, she saw it: a large Miltank. This was the largest of the herd, and the matriarch. It was also the last of the Miltank she had to catch.
It was her luck that she had arrived at the MooMoo Milk Farm at the same time the milkman’s entire herd of Miltank escaped their pasture. The moment the milkman heard she was a traveling Trainer, he had immediately drafted her into herding the Miltank back.
That teaches me to keep my big mouth shut, Tia thought ruefully to herself, I’m a researcher, not a Trainer!
At least it gave her an opportunity to test the Love Ball tweak she had just installed: for the Ball to work against any Pokemon of the opposite gender rather than only the same species. Naito, her male Natu, versus the female Miltank herd ought to do the trick.
She slowed as she approached the last Miltank, obliviously munching on a patch of grass. She turned to Naito, who was perched on her shoulder, and nodded. Naito gently hopped down to the ground and faced the Miltank.
“Tut-tuuut!” Naito tweeted, trying to get the Miltank’s attention.
The Miltank just stared at him, continuing to chew her cud.
Tia sighed. “Okay, Naito. Let’s make this easy. Hypnosis!”
Naito stared at the Miltank as hypnotic waves flowed toward it. But the Miltank continued to stare back, unaffected.
Tia frowned. “Unbelievable. How did it not work?”
Then the Miltank used Attract!
Naito suddenly smiled at the Miltank, googly-eyed.
“Oh, noooo!” Tia moaned, “Why?” She looked over at Naito, hopeful. “Use Night Shade!”
Naito didn’t listen, and continued to make eyes at the Miltank.
“Ugh.” Tia scowled. “Peck?”
No response.
“AGH!” Tia facepalmed and yelled, “PSYCHIC!”
Just then, Naito managed to shake off the Attract. Psychic waves emanated from him and flowed toward the Miltank, hitting it square in the face. The Miltank wobbled, dizzy.
“All right, that oughta do it!” Tia pulled out a Love Ball, expanded it, and threw. It only wobbled once before it clicked shut.
Plugging the Ball into her laptop yielded the following results:
Miltank
Level 20
Gender: Female
Capture Rate: 3.95
Tia nodded to herself, pleased with the results. She unplugged the Ball and carefully placed it into a small bag with 19 other Love Balls.
“C’mon, Naito,” she called, “let’s get these back to the milkman!”
This had better be worth it, she thought, walking back to the MooMoo Farm. The sun was slowly setting behind the trees. But it was a golden opportunity all the same!