[@Joshua Tamashii][@Eklispe]

Angelique did not even turn to look at Dawkin. Cofagrigus did, the coffin Pokémon giving a snarl as it was hit with a little bolt and a water-shot that seemingly did nothing but annoy the ghost, but to Dawkin the ghost swiftly resolved to ignore him and pushed ahead. Amelia felt a ripple with her sense, another command, which had made the ghost press on. At Dawkin’s warning of alerting the whole town, Angelique did turn and gave him a cold, focused stare, bereft of any emotion other than her shilling power.

Then… the Greninja dashed past, and the Water Shurikens had far more effect than Pichu and Wooper’s shots.

[color=facf73]‘GRIGUS…!’[/color] the coffin recoiled, turning angrily at Greninja and then spun to face the new person that had appeared on the scene. The Greninja, and all Pokémon that were used to that level, recognized how absolutely insufferably slow Cofagrigus actually was, it was ridiculously slow. The Pokémon was about to move to try to fire [i]something[/i] after Greninja, but a ripple only Amelia felt from Angelique kept the coffin still, unmoving.

The eerie woman instead turned her head only just enough that her unchanging eyes could settle on the new arrival at the scene. She stood silent, her eyes drifting between him and Dawkin while Cofagrigus stayed motionless, neither moving. Then… she spoke, unclear as to whom.

[color=6e6e23]‘Hmpf. Champion or chaperon? Friend or fool? Helper or hinderance? Apostle or adversary?’[/color] Angelique asked, her tone a graced voice which would have been beautiful had it not been seething in malevolence. Not bothering explaining her words or waiting for a reply, Angelique turned her head and looked straight at Amelia. Her cold eyes stared unflinchingly… and then she spoke again, this time for far longer.

[color=6e6e23]‘A caliginous claimant calls from the catacombs, unpropitious ubiquity unequivocal. A wraith wanders, an eidolon exposes esurience. The seer searches, its abode of aplomb amidst evidence of epochs elapsed. The claviger of the cadaverous clambers, piling purity and perspicacity. The stalwart stallion succumbs to parsimonious peregrination, the damsel disregarded. The contentious connection congregates the chosen, inquisitive of the improving individuals. Cold will be cleansed, can you call upon the clinger?’[/color]

Finishing that [sub][sub](and probably leaving everyone confused)[/sub][/sub], she lifted and threw up a Pokéball. With a crash and a flash, a large, round, balloon-like ghost rose from within with two small red eyes and a cross over where a mouth would be imagined, flying up above its trainer.

[color=9d8ba3]‘Bliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim~’[/color]

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[center][color=6ecff6][i]Pokédex Entry #426 – Drifblim, the Blimp Pokémon. It is drowsy during the day, but flies off in great groups at dusk. It drifts in the winds and can end up anywhere, carrying people and Pokémon that got onto it. It gains altitude through expelling gas it generates within its body. It’s said when groups of Drifblim are noticed in the sky, they inexplicably vanish.[/i][/color][/center]

With the blimp Pokémon rising up above Angelique, Amelia alone felt two more ripples sent from the woman. One was directed at Cofagrigus, who immediately gathered its hands together and started charging some kind of internal mystical power for an unknown move. The one to Drifblim was much more obvious, a lot louder, and somehow Amelia could tell exactly what the command was.

[i]Explosion[/i]

[color=6e6e23]‘Boom,’[/color] Angelique simply stated, in the exact same tone as before without any change in her expression, as suddenly everyone saw as the Drifblim swelled up to considerable size and gave everyone present precious little time to react. Behind Drifblim Cofagrigus was charging something but wasn’t aiming at anything, and before the blimp stood Angelique… who was seemingly within Drifblim’s blast-radius without making even the slightest motion to escape it, like she was perfectly safe.

So. What would Amelia, Dawkin and the older young man do?