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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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So far the elements indeed, seemed to not be bothering her. The rain didn't seem to phase completely through her, but it slid off of her skin like some sort of water resistant fabric. Good, then. She could probably stay out here awhile without worrying about getting a nasty cold or something. However, there was something she was most certainly growing increasingly concerned about. The wind was threatening to toss her body around like a balloon. If she wasn't careful, she was going to get carried away into some unknown area.

While exciting, she also didn't fancy dying.

[color=92278f]"Son of a- Hey, lizard, I'm gonna use your shiny bald head as an anchor. This wind is gonna blow me away in the non-fun ways."[/color] Vi grunted, latching onto Trevors head again once they had reached the bottom of the slope. A large puddle had formed, muddy cold water having run off of the slope. So far, the trek seemed uneventful and not much was going on. At least Trevor was continuing to prove useful.

[color=92278f]"Psychic stuff, huh? Makes sense if Ghosts are anything like their earthly counterparts."[/color] Vi mused as the Charmander finished his explanation. He didn't explain very much what 'Shadow Sneak' or 'Astonish' was, but she understood the psychic beam bit a bit more. Well, all she'd have to do was give it a try.

Hm. Maybe some real world pseudoscience could help here? She was a paranormal and history scholar, but she did know a few things.

Still holding onto Trevor to anchor herself, Vi closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind as one would normally try to do when attempting to meditate, or otherwise gather their thoughts and focus. Next, the Ghost type opened her luminescent blue eyes, focusing on a point just in front of the snake, imagining it burning or being blasted by some unseen force with all the willpower she could muster.

If successful, it'd probably be funny.