It isn't her that the little tree has to worry about, but rather her dear fox behind her. The pokemon is a faithful warden now, having learned her place as being watchfully by Isra's side. It hears the murmurings of the pokemon in the distance. It moves to find them with a speed that can only come from doing this too many times.

The pokemon's hex is not match for the foxes agility, she strikes down the shimmering shadow before it can appear in full. Isra's brows rise high on her forehead as she turns towards the fallen ghost.

An active start, she looks forward to this.

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It scurries in the shadows, its coral body scrapping against the wood of the mansion and the scratching noise coming from the darkness might have left most others unnerved and on edge. Isra found it curious, and without hesitation she was drawn towards the sound. When the shining light of the power gem looks to confuse and confound her she can only grin and whistle for her pokemon.

The Zoroark is quick to move, her agility allowing her to close in on the pokemon as she searches the darkness with deadly night slahes carving their way into wood until they find their mark.

Isra through a ball, and moves on.

>>capturing

The growl is almost haunting as she takes to the stares, somewhere on the second floor lurks the pokemon responsible. The creaking in the wood is soon accompanied by the yowling of the catlike pokemon and it's almost enough to make the woman chuckle. She's truly enjoying the atmosphere.

The fox takes to the walls, almost as if she plans to hunt the pokemon of her own accord and isra places a finger over her lips. The pokemon is quizzical but obeys.

They make their way down the hallway, the yowling continuing to make itself known in the background.

>>Passing

There's fire in the lanterns and chandalures dangling from above. The second floor seems like a delightful place to lurk about in Isra's mind. She almost claps again with glee as the flames surge. One burst forth just as she walks by, the heat flaring against her shoulder as she passes it. If the pokemon had hoped to startle her she was the wrong target to choose.

Her fox is far more on edge, clinging to Isra's side as if they might be struck at any moment. Her fur raises with tension and worry at what might be lurking. Isra sets a hand on the pokemon's shoulder and she steadies, if only a little.

>>Passing

Isra finds a trail of will-o-wisps down the hallway, leading to a room that looks old, left behind. Dust settles on the surfaces of the vanity and nightstand. There is something oddly familiar about it and when Isra thinks about it, the space almost looks like her old bedroom. The one from many many years ago, in the house in slateport. The estate that no longer stands, destroyed when Rocket first invaded the region.

Is it a trick of the ghosts or is just that the room had been so outdated it was the same type of furniture that would make an old mansion seem particularly haunted and creepy?

The ghost blinks into sight with a new flurry of will-o-wisps, the ghostly energy from the midplane a familiar feeling to the woman. The pokemon has not been there long and it makes the energies gentler than they could have been, though she braces herself still. The pokemon chuckles at the sight and Isra meets the sound with a grin. The pokemon at her heels readies an attack and Isra cuts it short as the ghost comes to dance around her shoulders.

Just like when she was a child, how imp would dance for her and nestle into her shoulder.

Isra pulls the ghost in gently, it snuggles itself into the crook of her neck. Surely they are meant to make it home together.

>>capturing!

It jumps from a rafter with laughter on its lips and Isra bursts out laughing when it clings to the furs of her fox. The Zoroark takes several degrees of offense to this action, deciding rather quickly what she thinks of the beast cackling on her back as she reaches with energy infused claws, looking to remove it from her back. The beast detects it long before it can connects and lets go of the pokemon.

It hits the floor running and is making off for some far corner of the mansion before Isra can regain her composure. The fox is not nearly as entertained and wonders off from her master in embarrassment. They'll catch up shortly, in another room no doubt.

>>passing