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[Visca]

“This place is so quiet. It’s like everyone died!” All the Sableye got in response to his joke was a round of sighs. “Ouch, tough crowd, huh?” The ghost types was getting the feeling that he was the only one enjoying the little adventure that they were on. Sure he preferred dark caves but graveyards were the next best thing. But still, his companions looked miserable. Was it because of all the tombstones around? Maybe it was because of the whole graveyard factor? Or maybe they were scared of the possibility of zombies? Wait, did zombies even exist? Not even the ghost type knew for sure. Either way, Glimmer was going to lighten the mood even if it killed him… again. And what better way to liven things up than with more jokes? “You know what’s great about being a ghost? Nothing smells bad! Rotten eggs? No problem. Dead Goldeen? Like a spring breeze.” Glimmer smile faded after he realized he wasn’t even getting sighs. Just what was up with everyone today?

The Sableye frowned. Shemp would have told him to shut up or something, actually he had, but there he was, just sitting on the ground with his palm covering his face. Even Rotamuka wasn’t saying anything. Then again, the Aggron didn’t say much period. He expected to at least get a reaction out of Rhamphor but even he seemed lifeless. Glimmer shook his head. Maybe they were having an off day?

Hours upon hours of horribly bad jokes had chipped away at Shemp’s spirit like sticks of dynamite being thrown at a mountain. He could even see signs of distress on Rotamuka’s iron clad maw. It could be worse though, he could be alone with the little Sableye, forced to endure his jokes for all eternity. “Rhamph, can’t you eat him or something? You’re hungry, right?” Shemp was willing to sacrifice Glimmer for the sake of his increasing blood pressure. And it wasn’t like he could strangle the ghost types, he was a ghost type. The worst thing about his type was that he didn’t need air so he could keep talking without having to catch his breath. “In fact, this is an order. Eat Glimmer.”

“I already tried to eat the lad once. Too much of a hassle.” Rhamphor could feel his strength returning, mainly because he was drowning out the Sableye’s jokes by talking to Shemp. “Not even tasty either. No bones, no meat. What’s the point?” The winged reptile would kill for even a few scraps of meat. Where was he supposed to find meat in a graveyard? The Aerodactyl sniffed the air. It was faint since it was underground but he could smell carrion. “The corpses on the other hand a smellin’ scrumptious!” Shemp shook his head, no way he was going to let this happen. “You’re not eating dead. I’m just telling you that right now.” Rhamphor just grinned at him. “Ah, but I think I am going to eat the dead. What do they need the flesh for anyway? They’re dead! If I don’t eat it, something else will!” Well, Shemp couldn’t argue with that logic. “Hm, that actually makes sense. Somehow. Alright, you can go eat. Remember though, I’m not responsible for any of this. Not a thing. If you claim to be owned by me I will deny everything. I’ll even throw away your pokeball. I’m too young to have high blood pressure. At least let me wait until I’m in my thirties.”

“Ah, quit yer bellyachin’! What’s the worse that could happen? No one cares about corpses! They’re meant to be eaten!” Rhamphor let loose a loud, high pitched screech to get Glimmer's attention. “Quit yer yappin’ and get over here!” The Sableye flailed around for a moment, startled by the sudden screech, before sliding over to Rhamph. “What’s going on? Want to hear more jokes?” The dark types question was immediately answered with a simultaneous “No!” from Shemp, Rhamph, and Rot. “We’re digging for-“ Glimmer jumped up to interrupt him. “Diamonds? Emeralds? Rubies? Sapphires? Talicites? What?” If he wasn’t hungry Rhamphor might of humored the Sableye. “No, we’re digging for corpses! What else would we be digging for in a graveyard, ye ninny?”

“Corpses? Dead bodies? But you can find those everywhere! What’s so special about rotting bodies? Let’s just dig for treasure… so I can eat it.” The fossil pokemon answered Glimmer’s question with a simple sentence. “Because they’re tasty.” The ghost type’s face went blank as he thought about what Rhamphor had just said. “Are they tasty?” He asked, looking at Rotamuka for answers. The Aggron just shrugged, he wouldn’t know. He only ate minerals, rocks, and metal. Meanwhile, Shemp couldn’t believe he was letting this even happen.

[gennie]

((Hope it doesn't suck<3 I liked your post, and Glimmer is awesome xD))

Large, narrowed white eyes observed the thick forest as the two advanced, dodging tree stumps and wild branches. There was a great bit of distance between the pokemon and its owner, the girl lagging behind with a slight edge of paranoia creeping over her body. The tamed Ghastly grinned wildly—as if they could ever lose that grin—before turning, its beady pupils finding her owner, Gennie, who’s pale arms were wrapped around her stomach giving a cold appeal even though it was humid weather. Ever few steps and shaky breaths, Gennie swallowed, clearing her mouth so that if she needed to scream she could—she didn’t know why she would even need to scream since Boo, her Ghastly, was there with her, but it was natural for her to not feel comfortable in areas like this. C’mon, this girl was an elite dancer, used to lights flashing all over the place, and people around her. Being in a forest on her way to the graveyard is definitely not a place to be, especially at night, but she was willing to hike the trail for her pokemon… no matter how crazy the situation tended to be.

“B-Boo… How are you liking the trip?” Gennie cleared her throat, not wanting to stutter around her baby pokemon. The Ghastly coughed, laughed, then—once adjacent to Gennie—turned slowly, resuming her slow gliding pace now beside her owner; the ranger smiled.

The forest was a typical horror movie forest. Thick with trees, not any movement but a few rustles in the branches, a slight breeze, and complete and utter silence. Everything all wrapped up in a present just for Gennie, who hated these typical environments. She hated horror movies, what would make her like a scene straight from a horror flick? When the ranger and her pokemon closed on the opening of the forest, the girl received some sort of relieved feeling. Gennie dropped her hugging arms by her side her thin, tiny lips spouting a smile, but as she realized the area beyond the forest—their destination to begin with—the ranger released some sort of breathy whimper. The ranger bit her lips, closed her eyes and pushed forward slowly, Boo tumbling through the air happily chuckling.

Once exiting the forest, Gennie was greeted by a decaying statue. The Ghastly brushed past the statue, swimming around it and appearing from the other side smiling at Gennie. “Boo wonders why Gennie is so slow…” The pokemon’s ‘lips’ did not move it was as if her mind was playing ventriloquist with the body.

“U-uh,” It always took Gennie a few seconds getting use to the effect, “I’m not slow! It’s… my feet’s fault! They’re tiring out on me…” The girl pouted.

Boo chuckled softly catching her owner’s lie; the pokemon swept across her trainer’s physique before drifting off, deeper into the graveyard. Genevieve bit her lips, flexing her clammy fists before turning on her heel following her Ghastly with a more up beat pace.

After what seemed like hours of walking—which were only ten minutes—the two closed in on a more lit part of the graveyard, even if the lights were only lamps placed on graves and some placed on poles; the lights flickered in and out. Gennie paused in her walking, her feet keeping her from moving any more. Her ears had picked up chatter and not a friendly chatter from what it sounded like… Eating corpses? What the hell did she get herself into? The girl’s forehead perspired, her hands removing her exotic beanie revealing her violet hued tresses before dabbing along her hairline.

“B-Boo…” The ranger called out, finally registering that her ghost pokemon was no longer with her. Her eyes widened and shown like grey stars through the black knight. She continued to hear voices mumbling.

“Gennie…” Boo fervently whispered, stretching her red tongue from her mouth licking her owner’s shoulder to gain her attention. The girl yelped, jumping forward, turning and hugging herself feeling her shoulders expecting moisture but nothing—only dry (to a point) skin. The Ghastly rolled in place, eyes still glued on her owner before turning. Gennie followed her pokemon’s movements her eyes meeting the sight of a variety of pokemon and a human sitting on the ground.

At the moment the petite adolescent didn’t know whether to be happy to see others or to run off screaming. She assumed the earlier chatter came from this group, so that thought still lingered on her mind. However, Gennie was known not to worry on most things and so shrugged the earlier conversation—as best as she could—and placed a warm yet clumsy smile on her lips before approaching the group.

“…” Nothing came out. Gennie was merely feet away from the group now, standing in awkwardly. She completely forgot that the place she was in is a graveyard, for all she knew the person and pokemon could be mourning over someone. The ranger rocked on her heels in thought, her eyes darting before she finally sighed—once again smiling.

“Hi?” What the hell, why not pick up a conversation.

[Visca]

“First we’re gonna have to decide how we want to divvy this up.” The Aerodactyl spoke while circling Shemp and Glimmer like a commanding officer of an army. “There’s four of us and an endless amount of bodies. But Muka doesn’t eat flesh, Viscadis doesn’t look to found of the idea, and Glimmery doesn’t need to eat. That means I get to eat it all! Ya can start digging now!” Rhamphor looked around, no one was moving. “What’s wrong?” He asked, not realizing that they were all staring at something behind him. “Alright, alright, ya babies. I’ll let you have three corpses.” Rhamphor grumbled at the lack of responses. If they weren’t going to dig, he would. Actually, he would just find a nice place to take a nap but it was the thought that counted. As the Aerodactyl turned around to take off he caught a glimpse of ‘something’ walking towards him. He could immediately tell it was a human, his eyes were just that good.

Glimmer could also see that there was a person approaching them, and with even more detail than Rhamphor. He was a little skeptical though. You didn’t usually see people in graveyards. No, that couldn’t be a person. It had to be something else. Glimmer was sure that it wasn’t a ghost; he’d be able to tell if it was. It had to be something else. “Does anyone else see what I see?” The Sableye looked around ass everyone nodded. “I don’t think it’s human but it’s not a ghost either. It looks like a girl and I can’t see any rotting flesh or missing appendages. So it’s definitely a vampire.” The ghost types crossed his arms, waiting for more input on the situation.

Shemp was the first to speak. “You know, it could be ‘that.’” Glimmer scratched his head. What was that supposed to mean? “’That?’ Uuuh, what exactly is ‘that?’” Shemp stood up and brushed what soil and dirt he could from his pants. “Once a year when the moon is full and the real estate market if favorable, a terrifying entity seeps up from inadequately ventilated turf to tear the innocent souls from the bodies of orphans. Actually I think it was just souls in general. I don’t know anymore, it’s an old tale. I know it definitely involved souls being torn out and no one being spared.” There wasn’t an ounce of fear in Shemp’s voice. He knew a few things that topped having his soul brutally torn out of him.

Glimmer just looked up at Shemp, trembling uncontrollably, before letting an incredibly effeminate scream escape from his mouth. “But I like my soul! We’re all gonna die!” If he head tear glands he would’ve been crying. The most he could do was curl up into a ball.

“Ah, lads, it’s standin’ right there…” Rhamphor motioned to the girl who was now only a few feet away from them. “Try to act natural, no sudden movements.” The Aerodactyl only took a few careful steps back to move closer towards Rotamuka. The Aggron growled at the girl, he wasn’t sure that would be enough to keep such a powerful entity away. “If we die. We die. If it dies. It dies.” Glimmer didn’t waste any time interjecting. “But I don’t want to die! Take Simmer’s soul instead!” Glimmer uncurled himself long enough to also notice the Gastly hovering next to the soul rending, vampiric, zombie… thing. “Aaah! Now I know we’re definitely going to die!”

Shemp yawned and stepped forward when the girl gave her greeting. No use in prolonging the inevitable. “Yeah, how’s it going? So you’re here to brutally murder us and tear our souls from out bodies, right? I'll go first, anything to get away from Glimmer's whining.” Shemp glanced at the Sableye curled up into a ball and rocking back and forth. "Actually, take Glimmer first. Or just take Glimmer, I think he has the purest soul here." Glimmer looked up at Shemp, shocked.

Before Glimmer could retort, Rhamphor decided to try his luck. "Ye, my souls is a black as they come. I was actually thinkin' of eatin' every single last one o' these corpses. Was plannin' on diggin' all of them up to! You know, desecratin' and all of that good stuff." The way the Aerodactyl saw it, he already died once so he had an obligation to avoid it a second time.

Now there was an idea. Shemp decided he'd give it a try to, he didn't want to die knowing that Rhamphor would live. He saw that as unfair. "I once killed a man with a rubberband, uh a piece of string, and a gun. And he was old, and oh, he had arthritis!" An obvious lie but he was never good ant lying. "What if she's here for evil souls?" The Aggron brought up a good point. Well for Glimmer at least. "I have the best soul here. No doubt."