[color=silver][h2][center]Stella Lumite[/center][/h2][/color]

[hider=Inventory]GP: 5000
Items: PokeBall 6x, Potion x5, Antidote x5, Escape Rope, Repel[/hider]
[hider=Roster][hider=Kaebe]Tyrunt ♂, Lv 8, Full HP
Moves: Tackle, Tail Whip, Roar, Ancient Power
Ability: Strong Jaw[/hider]
[hider=Ocul]Blipbug ♂, Lv 7, Full HP
Moves: Struggle Bug, Infestation
Ability: Swarm[/hider]
[hider=Scamp]Yamper ♀, Lv 5, Full HP
Moves: Tackle, Tail Whip, Nuzzle
Ability: Rattled[/hider]
[hider=Niblet]Joltic ♀, Lv 7, Full HP
Moves: Absorb, Fury Cutter, Electroweb
Ability: Compound Eyes[/hider]
[hider=Sterk]Rookidee ♂, Lv 5, Full HP
Moves: Peck, Leer, Power Trip
Ability: Big Pecks[/hider]
[hider=Spoops]Gastly ♂, Lv 6, Full HP
Moves: Lick, Confuse Ray, Hypnosis
Ability: Levitation[/hider]
[hider=PC]Empty[/hider][/hider]

    Stella woke in a sweat. She’d let Kaebe cuddle up overnight, and he sprang up after she jolted underneath him. It took her a moment to collect herself, placing herself in the pokemon center in Florasong, “[color=silver]o-oh,[/color]” and identifying the big ass lizard staring at her as her ancient dinosaur pokemon, “[color=silver]Kaebe. Sorry, sweetheart. I, uh..[/color]” she didn’t know how to even begin explaining besides, “[color=silver]weird dream. Let’s, eh… breakfast, yeah.[/color]”
   What was that dream? A ticking clock. Time? Louder and louder.. what, was she supposed to interpret that as ‘stop dawdling’? Dawdling? Dawdling on what?! Hmnn. She got herself something to eat from the Center’s continental breakfast, and some kibble for her ‘mon.
   “[color=silver]What do… Gastly… eat…?[/color]” She stared at Spoop’s pokeball as the others ate and she had her own breakfast. An engli- I mean, uh, kanto muffin and some jam, hash browns, a bit of scrambled eggs. Juice. She opened up her pokedex to Gastly. “[color=silver]Mostly gas.. [sub]poison[/sub] gas.. remainder believed to be [i]souls[/i]? So, what, you eat [i]souls[/i]? Ooh, no, what have I done? I’ll have to ask the nurse what to do to feed you. Do I have to take you [i]hunting[/i]..?[/color]” She would ask the nurse on the way out.
   That old man had been insistent she be paid, but he never did pay her. After she left the Center, she would approach the mansion once more, going up to the door and giving it a knock, just as she had before. She didn’t really expect it to open [i]again[/i]. At least, not by the old man. Maybe renovators had come by now? Did the garden look any different..?
   Barring an answer at the door, “[color=silver]hey, Spoops,[/color]” she let the ghost-type out, “[color=silver]are you able to sense the living, or souls? Do you… sense anything?[/color]”