@CitrusArmsStrange nightmares aside, Stella had a relatively normal morning. She could hear a faint ticking in the back of her mind, but eventually it went away.
The Nurse Joy smiled when approached by Stella and when asked what Gastly ate she said,
"What do Gastly eat? If they're like any other Pokemon, they're probably picky with what they like, but they eat normal food." She squinted at her and followed with,
"Just don't hunt people down for their souls. I don't know where people even got the idea that they eat souls from." Clearly, she was not the first person to have the same thought.
Anyway, back to the house!
The house looked exactly the same as she left it yesterday. It was still falling apart and entering it was a hazard to her own health, but it looked the same. Time rotted away at it every second, not just the mansion per se, but the memory of what it once was to the people in this town. It was just another building that needed to be renovated though the history and the memory of the people was long gone, except it was partially untrue. The only true remnant was the maintained garden that stood in stark contrast with the rest of the estate. That and the potential ghost tethered to the building.
"Gastly gaaas!" Well, yes, it could. From what it could, there was something inside of the building. What it was, was the question. The dead are dead, and the living were living. The distinction was clear. However, there was a difficult, borderline undetectable distinction between the souls of humans and of Pokemon. There was something off though; Spoops could not tell if whatever inside was dead or alive. It was as if it was teetering on the border of the two.
The door slowly creaks open, but there was no one there to greet her this time. There were no builders either. It was eerily quiet, they could almost a pin drop.
If she went inside, then she was free to investigate as there was no one there to actually stop her at the moment.
Does Stella go inside?
@samreaperBlades of nature's energy were ready to come down and cleave the magenta bird, but there was a catch about being in midair; one would struggle to be able to maneuver through the air if they needed to and that was the exact problem that the Grovyle was facing. In that instance, it ate a face full of glittery feathers. It cried out in annoyance as it swung randomly, but instead of drastically lowering its attack in its case it lowered its accuracy, so it was only hitting air.
The Grovyle's momentum carried it forward through the air and with no way to see where it could land with its currently obscured vision, it took a tumble along the ground. Back on solid ground, it ripped the feathers right off its face to show it gritting its teeth and glaring something awfully fierce at King.
Ramos, not leaving a moment of Tristan to breath, yelled out
"Grovyle, keep a cool head and keep use Energy Ball!" Balls of swirling green natural energy and one after another they were being thrown up towards King.
What does Tristan do?
@ZarkunThe good professor demeanor went from an excited puppy to that of disappointment in a blink of an eye. Her shoulders slouched upon the news, and one could almost imagine she deflated on the spot. One could only imagine the amount of work that she poured into her research only to go up in smoke. "Oh, that's a shame. And here I thought I was finally making a breakthrough after all this time." She said with a heavy sigh, not suspecting that Jason was withholding information from her even if it was possibly for her own good. Hopefully Jason was happy with himself, the monster.
"Well, I shouldn't let you leave empty handed. Here's your reward." She rummaged around her pockets and pulled out a small golden sphere for Jason to take.
Jason received a Nugget!
Yup, Jason was holding a sphere of gold in his hand. Before he could leave, Professor Jacques asked, "By the way, I heard that you may have gone to see Helga. If you did see her, could you tell me how she is doing?" From what he could tell, she was asking with concern, but thankfully with some emotional intelligence helped by a die roll, he could tell that it was not concern for him. She was concerned for Helga.
What does Jason do?
@Lunarlord34"Isn't this the part in the movie when one of us becomes the first victim?" Freya said with apprehension while she walked side by side with Steph towards the cabin. It was actually quite odd; the closer they got to the cabin, the bigger it got. Now, that's normal, but the thing was it was abnormally large for the average human being. Walking up the steps, they stand before a door that was well over 12 feet tall with a door handle made of iron that looked like it was made for the hand of a giant and it sure looked like it was beaten and twisted into shape by one.
They could hear something inside, some clanking and clinking of something. When they knocked on the door, it came to a stop and was followed by a pair of heavy boots stomping and another pair of skuttling bones making their way across a wooden floor. Eventually, there was a clunk and shift of some lock from inside followed by the weight of the door shifted and was pulled back to reveal the inhabitants of the cabin. What they saw was an elderly woman, except this elderly woman was eight feet tall and built with muscle on muscle beneath her wrinkly olive skin exposed by her white tank top. Her hair, pulled back into a loose ponytail, was long and straight with a color akin to gold that had lost its luster and share stared down at the two girls with equal parts curiosity and annoyance in her brown eyes.
However, there was something off about her. She wore an apron, and it was covered in a suspiciously red splotches of color. That and she held a serrated knife covered in the same liquid.
"Huh, more of you?" She said with a calm, gravelly voice.
Standing next to hear was a skeleton dog with a tombstone on its heads, panting with its tongue lolling out. Despite its eyes being covered by silver purple strands of hair it was easy to tell that there was not a thought behind them. Still, it was 6'07" so it was rather hard to ignore it's presence.
Pokedex Entry #972-Houndstone, the Ghost Dog Pokemon. Houndstone spends most of its time sleeping in graveyards. Among all the dog Pokémon, this one is most loyal to its master. A lovingly mourned Pokémon was reborn as Houndstone. It doesn't like anyone touching the protuberance atop its head. It barked out at the two girls with its constant skeleton grin.
Freya, who typically was not one to crane her neck up when speaking to others, looked like her soul was escaping from her mouth.
@Joshua TamashiiMeanwhile, Amelia approached one of the Pumpkaboos and it looked at her with great curiosity.
"Pumpka?" It said before it circled around her. Other Pumpkaboo noticed this and drew closer to her, also curious due to the strange tinge of death that emanated from the girl. It was a little uncomfortable with how close they were getting, but they meant no harm.
She had their attention at least. Now what?
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