[center][h2][color=palegoldenrod]Gabrielle Angouras[/color][/h2][/center]

She was dreaming, Gabrielle told herself. This was nothing but a horrible, elaborate vision. Ghost types, particularly Mismagius, were notorious for their illusions. She held on to the thought, trying to push some of the stories she'd heard from her mind, stories of old, vengeful spirits whose curses went beyond mere nightmares. 

A figure appeared in the alleyway, snapping her from her thoughts.

[color=red]"Who'd have thought it?"[/color] came an excited cry. In a flash, a Herdier appeared by the young man's side. [color=red]"A Lopunny in a place like this! Alright buddy, soften it up a little, then it's mine!"[/color]

As a blur of shaggy hair barrelled towards her, jaws snapping, Gabrielle ran for it. A Herdier wasn't quite so cute when it was only a foot shorter than her. [color=red]"Aw, don't let it get away!"[/color] she heard from behind her. The growling and scampering sounds drew closer, and her pace picked up. A red and white object whizzed past her, missing by an inch and bouncing off the concrete. A Pokeball. No, no way would she let this happen. No way would she go from classy socialite to some trainer's pet bunny.

She didn't even know where she was running. All that mattered was getting away. She sprang into the air, squeaking as she landed painfully hard, but she had no choice but to keep jumping until buildings and streets became trees and grass. Misjudging a leap, she careened right into a tree. Pain jarred through her head, stars exploding across her vision. The ground spun as it rose up.

With a whimper, Gabrielle curled her bruised, muddy and unfamiliar body into a ball on the grass. Even in her dazed state, the situation began to sink in. This was no dream.

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[center][h2][color=magenta]Mira[/color][/h2][/center]

Mira hurried along the hallway, the images still fresh in her memory. They'd only come in brief flashes, but had been clear enough for her to know all too well what they meant.

[color=magenta]"Florentine!"[/color] she called out, looking this way and that. The hallway was empty apart from her, the other servants starting to wrap up their duties for the night, but she could sense nearby people behind walls. She reached up, rubbing the bow-like feeler at the back of her head, which tingled from the presences and the recent vision. The disc around her wrist caught on the ones protruding from the sides of her head. Working her arm free, she grumbled to herself. This would all take a lot of getting used to, and not just for her, or the other residents of the castle. Somebody else needed help.

The problem was, would Jean - the one who'd gone and gotten himself and all of them into this mess - actually see past the end of his snout for once and agree to help? Some people just never learned their lesson.

She called out again, not with her voice, but with her mind. [i][color=magenta]"Florentine!"[/color][/i] She hoped she'd reach him. Her abilities would take a while to get the hang of, but her telepathy worked better with Florentine than with anyone else, possibly either because he was also a Psychic type or because of their friendship.

[i][color=magenta]"We're not the only ones,"[/color][/i] she continued. [i][color=magenta]"Someone else went and got on that witch's bad side. Someone who now needs our help."[/color][/i]