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[b]Moves:[/b]
Growl
Psywave

[b]Health:[/b]
Full Health

[b]Status:[/b]
Physically fine
Mentally elated and curious.

[b]Ability:[/b] 
Levitate - ground type moves are ineffective against this pokemon.

[b]Inventory:[/b] 
N/A

[b]Quest:[/b] 
Scare some bitches and take their souls. Maybe discover the history of this world.

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[color=92278f]"I see. Then we can be hopelessly lost together."[/color] She replied to Lance, still latched onto his head before addressing the Swablu. [color=92278f]"I wouldn't say I am happy. I am curious, if anything, and intrigued by this development. Fear and confusion doesn't help anyone but me, it seems, wohoho~"[/color] That was only a small lie. She was indeed, slightly afraid. Anyone logically would be in this situation, her other emotions were just taking the forefront.

By then they had made their way back to where the lizard was, and he had begun to explain a little more about their individual species a bit more. Lance was Steel Dark, the serpent was a Poison type, and the slug thing was a Normal type. Most importantly though, her suspicions had just been confirmed. She was a 'ghost' type of some sort. Did she already know such a 'move'? She would need to figure it out, and since Trevor seemed like the most knowledgeable here...might as well tag along with him.

Plus, with things calming down a bit, it seemed whatever filling sensation had also diminished. If this was how she got her energy, then she couldn't stay here where things would be calm. Besides, she might be able to make a pretty good scare once she returned, heh! She'd experiment with that later. As well, she really didn't want to be cooped up in a tiny dirt cave at the moment.

...say if she was a ghost, could she go through walls and stuff?

[color=92278f]"Hey, let me tag along."[/color] Vi said, finally letting go of Lance's head and floating after Trevor's and repeating the action of latching onto his head with her tiny arms. Come to think of it, having a ghost latched onto your head probably felt cold.[color=92278f]"Night is full of dangerous things. Ghosts. Monsters. Unknown creatures. A friendly little ghost would help. I might be able to see better than any of you."[/color] Not that they had much room to argue. She was going whether they wanted too or not. Their answer merely changed if she'd behave herself.