Keep your wick in the air (Mod/Open)

[Ethereal]

The electricity struck the desumasu and he almost made contact with the ground.
<How dare you!> Tomb bellowed in indignant rage, <I will have your head for this!> Osiris was always impressed by how passionate his pokemon became during battle. He discovered that it proved effective strategically to go along with the ghost's fantasy.
"Destroy him, Tomb!" Osiris encouraged, "Go for a shadow ball!"

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[Jay]

The Gastly stuck his tongue out when the Shadow Ball came at him and quickly fazed into the ground and away from the ball. Now the question remained....where was the Gastly now? The Chingling looked around rather scared for a moment unsure of what to do.

[Ethereal]

The man observed the battle as if he were an onlooker rather than a part of it,
"Ah ghosts are not effected by the limitations of the physical world. So interesting..." He leaned his head thoughtfully upon one hand. <What should I do in the meantime?> Tomb asked and reminded Osiris that a battle was taking place, "Oh? Oh yes, I would say use telekinesis to put the ghastly right in front of you then strike it with another shadow ball."

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[Jay]

Due to the Telekinesis, the Gastly was forced up and hit by the Shadow Ball, irritated by this, he stuck his tongue out again and used another Thunderbolt.

[Ethereal]

The desumasu took the attack with closed eyes and when they reopened, he glared down at the ghastly.
"Alright, now try an energy ball, Tomb." Seth said, suppressing a yawn. Tomb gathered a sphere of green energy between his hands then released it at the floating wild pokemon.

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[Jay]

The Energy Ball hit the Gastly, and the pokemon fell backwards and slumped into a puddle on the ground appearing to be knocked out. Well...that was that, it seemed. The area was quiet then and there, and the air slowly became warm for one reason or another.

[Ethereal]

Osiris let out a small satisfied noise,
"Good." He said before pressing the button on Tomb's pokeball. The ghost pokemon was consumed by the pokeball and the sphere rested in the palm of the man's hand. "Now for you.." He was referring to the ghastly. Osiris felt within his coat for a spare pokeball and evidently found one. "Ah, here we are." With that he threw it toward the fallen spirit.

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[Jay]

The pokeball struck the Gastly and drew him inwards. The ball itself fell to the ground and did not fight in the least. Instead, it remained silent then and there.


Name:
Species: Gastly
Gender: Male
Ability: Levitate
Personality: Rather mischievous but fun loving, this Gastly enjoys games with other pokemon and doesn't usually hold ill will for too long. However, he can be extremely spiteful when there comes a time for it, and he won't hesitate to apprehend someone or something.


[Ethereal]

Osiris picked up the pokeball and pocketed it without a word. An ambiguously pleased smile sat balanced on his near-wrinkled face. Using his cane for balance, the aging man continued on his stroll through the graveyard.

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[Jay]

It was rather quiet for a while, yet as time progressed, a steady tapping could be heard. What was this noise? As one progressed, a Ralts sitting in a tree came into view. The Ralts tapped lightly with his feet on the branch below him and seemed to turn his head expectantly.

[Ethereal]

He stopped and put both hands on the handle of his cane.
"Well hello there, my friend." He greeted the small psychic warmly, "What an interesting find!" He exclaimed, "Ralts are said to be empaths - able to read emotions.

He leaned on the barren tree while looking up to the ralts. A thoughtful expression flashed behind his eyes, "I wonder, they say ralts only appear to cheerful people," He paused, considering this, "Well I suppose I could be the cheerful type."

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[Jay]

The Ralts continued to swing his legs and then made a general hum before jumping straight off the tree and using a Psychic to keep himself from falling. Starting towards the human with a light smile on his face, the Ralts stopped short and waved rather lightly. "Ralts~" he said happily.

[Ethereal]

Osiris knelt down and groaned slightly at the ache in his joints. He shrugged it off and held his hand out to the psychic pokemon,
"Say, you're pretty friendly, perhaps you would enjoy coming along with me?"

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[Jay]

The Ralts seemed to smile up at the man and then reached up but just couldn't seem to make it for his hand due to the height ratio in play. Frowning at this, the Ralts tried once more and made a little jump this time only to find himself still too short. Sighing, he released yet another Psychic and slowly made himself float upwards in front of the man wearing a grin on his face now. "Ralts~"" he stated with a smile.

[Ethereal]

Osiris laughed lightly at the pokemon's antics. It seemed the ralts knew how to manipulate his surroundings through psychic, it was impressive for such a young pokemon.
"Now be good and stay in here," He instructed with a smile and held a pokeball out to the wild psychic.

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[Jay]

The Ralts blinked a moment and stared at the ball taking in the understanding of what the man was offering despite the fact that he found himself unable to voice exactly what it meant. "Ralts...." he answered himself aloud before looking up at the man. So... he wanted him to come? Well... that... was nice... very nice... After a thoughtful look from the Ralts the small white pokemon poked the ball and was consumed with light. The ball didn't move once.


Name:
Species: Ralts
Gender: Male
Ability: Trace
Personality: Extremely thoughtful despite the fact that he is relatively young, this Ralts thinks deeply about the world around him. He is rather articulate at least in his mind, yet he has a ways to go before he can voice his notions through any sort of psychic connection. He can use rather powerful moves with ease, yet sometimes he finds himself frustrated when his power fails from using the same move over and over again. Hopefully this default will disappear with time.


[Ethereal]

Osiris scooped the pokeball up and admired it for a moment. He would need to buy some more if he kept catching pokemon at this rate. Regardless, these successes put him in a very cheerful mood. The man began to whistle an old tune while he strode to the edge of the gravestones. He looked beyond the cemetery into the thick woods that lay just ahead.

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[Jay]

Within the heavy forest area not far off, a musical sound could be heard. It appeared someone was playing a flute or something of the like. Would Osiris go forth to question what was there?

[Ethereal]

As a culture enthusiast, music had a habit of catching his attention. Yes, Osiris appreciated most every kind of music for its societal contributions. He walked toward the melody, wondering who would be playing a wind instrument in such an odd setting.

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[Jay]

Not too far into the brush, a girl with dark hair was sitting on a large low tree branch and playing a flute with her back to Osiris. She wore loose black clothing and a rather large black hat. A glass flute was to her lips as she continued to play the song lightly. A Glameow who sat on the tree branch with the girl let out a meow as though alerting the girl to the presence of another. The girl instantly stopped and looked behind her.