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Some months prior...
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''YͪAͤˡMᵖASͫKͤ!!! YͪAͤˡMᵖASͫKͤ!!!''
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Epitaph's red eyes cracked open to slits as he peeked out into the darkness. If there was anything he hated about this region, it was that damn yamask. He didn't know if it was actually Andy's uncle or not, and he didn't care. It was always wailing and whining seemingly at every hour of the day. If there was a ghost pokemon that needed to be ghosted it was definitely that one.
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''Gʷeͪeͣeͭˢenͥgͭaᶰrͦʷ...?'' Rolling on his side from where he had been peacefully napping on his trainer's four pillar bed, three fingered digits snatched the curtains that held the light at bay aside. ''Yaᶰmͤᵖaͪsͤʷk!?'' He was already yelling again before Epitaph could say anything. ''Gͪeͤˢngᶰaͦrͭ! Geͪnͤgͬaͤr! Gʷeͪnͣnͭ. Gʸeͦnͧgʷaͣᶰrͭ.'' The little yamask flapped his spindly arms.
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''Yaͪmͤˡaᵖskͥ! Mʷaͣᶰsͭk! Yaͪmͤˡaᵖsk!'' Epitaph's frown deepened. ''Gʸaͤˢr! Gͥeᵇnˡgͦaͦrͩʸ. Gʷeͤˡeˡenͪgͤaͣrͬ.ͩ'' Pushing the curtains further aside with gusto, his feet floated down to the floor. ''Gͣˡeʷnͣʸ.ˢ Gᵇeͥnͭgͨaͪrͥᶰ.ᵍ Gͣᶰeͩnʸgͤˡaˡrͥᶰ.ᵍ ʷGͪaͣrͭ. Gͭeͪeͤeeͪnͤˡgˡar. ʸGͦeͧnʷgͣᶰaͭr?'' Blinking, the yamask puffed up, crossing his arms over his tiny body and turning up his 'nose.'
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''Yͥaͭmͥˢasͫʸk! Yͪaͦmͫaͤskͥ. Mͨaͣᶰsʸkͤˡ.ˡ Yͥᶠamͥask. Yᵖaˡmͤaͣˢsͤk. Deflating slightly, the gengar blinked. ''Gʸeͦnͧgaͦʷrᶰ. Gˢeͪnͥgͭar. Gʸeͦnͧgͬaͤr. Gͩaͤrͣ.ͩ Geͫnͣgͭaͤr.'' Bristling the yamask's arms unfurled as he jutted his head towards Epitaph. ''Yaͥmaͪsͣkͮ.ͤ Yaͨˡmͣaͥsͫk. Yͭaͦmᵖaˡsͤᶰkͭʸ. Yͬaͧᶠmᶠaͥsͣᶰk.'' Little arms spooled in the air as his purple eyes gazed at the ceiling and a place beyond within his mind.
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''Yͥa-Yͥaͬmͤaͫsͤkͫᵇ.ͤ ͬYᶠaͥᶰmͣˡaˡsʸk. ͥYͬaͤmͫaͤsͫᵇkͤ.ͬ Yʷaͪmͤaͬsͤk. Yaͥmͮaͤsk. Yˢaͭmͦaͬsͤkͩ. Yaͫʸmˡaͥᶠsͤˢk. Yaʷmͦaͬᵏsk. Yaͣmͬ.ͭ ͤᶠYͣaͨmͭˢask. Yᶠaͬmͦaͫsk. Mˢaͥsͭkͤˢ. ͭYͪaͤmʷaͦsͬˡkͩ. Yͦaͮmͤaͬskͭ.ͪ ͤYͨaͧˡmͫaͥᶰsͣkͭ.ͥ ͦᶰYͦᶠaͣˡmͥᶠaͤsͭkͥ.ͫ ͤYͦᶠamaͣsͬkͨ.ͪ ͤYͦˡaͦᵍmͥaͨsͣˡk. Mʷaͦsͬᵏk.'' Looking back to the gengar, he saw only a look of doubt on his purple face. ''Yͭaͬmͤaͣˢsͧkͬ!ͤ Yͭaͬmͤaͣˢsͧkͬ.ͤ Mʸaͦsͧk. Yᵇaͧᶠmᶠaͦsͦᶰk.'' Epitaph's expression softened, but he still crossed his own arms.
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''Gᵇeͦˡnˡgͦaͨᵏrˢ...'' The old master of the estate got uppity again, placing his yamasky hands on his hips. ''Yͥaͭˢm. Yͭaͬmͧaͤskͥ! Yˢaʷmͤaͣsͬk. Yˢaͧmͨaͪskͥ.ͭ ͤYͫˢamͨaͦsͧˡkͩ. ᶠYͬaͤmͤasͫʸk. Yʷaͬmͤaͭsͨkͪ.ͤ ͩMˢaͦsͧˡk.'' Leaning in to clinch it, he continued, ''Yaͣᶰmͩ. Yᵍaͬmͣᶰaͭʸsͦkͧ. Mᵍaͬsͤkͣ.ͭ Yaᵖmͦʷaͤsͬk.'' Epitaph blinked for a moment. ''Geᵖnͦʷgͤaͬr?'' The yamask leaned further.
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''Yaʸmͤˢaˢsˢsˢsˢsk.'' Gengar's arms fell by his side slowly. ''Gˢeͪnͦʷgaͫrͤ.''

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The study was not a place that either he or his trainer visited often. In fact, Epitaph was certain he had only ever walked by this room the entire time he had been here in Hoenn. It was just as lavish as similar rooms within the Blackadder estate in Galar. Fine carpet of rich colors, guilded mahogany woodwork along the walls and furniture, a fireplace, it had all the hallmarks of an overindulgent lifestyle.
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There were a couple of bookcases flanking the fireplace, but not the vast collection of tomes like back home. Most of these from the titles were scientific works and research papers. The gengar frowned at the sight of them. If anything was deserving to be thrown into the fireplace it was all of this. He could probably get away with it too, as it seemed the mistress of the house mostly ignored this room.
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''Yͥaͭmͥˢaʲsͧˢkͭ. ͥᶰYaͪmͤaͬsͤk.'' Following the yamask up to the bookcases it turned to the gengar with an expression both excited and pained. ''Yᶰaͦʷm.ͪ ͤYͬaͤmͥˢask. Yʷaͪmͤaͬsͤk. Mͭaͪsͥᶰkᵍ.ˢ Yᵇaͤmͨaͦsͫkͤ. Yͨaͦaͫᵖmˡaͥaͨaͣsͭkͤ.ͩ'' Epitaph's frown deepened. Complicated wasn't his thing. Dealing with Andy Blackadder was complicated enough as it was.
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''Yͩaͧmͤaͭsͦk.ͫʸ Yͬaͤˢmͤaͣsͬkͨ.ͪ Yͥaͪmͣaͮsͤk. Yʷaͣmͬaͩsͤkͩ. Yͭaͪmͤˢaͤsk. Yᵇaͦmͦᵏaͨsͣˢsͤˢssk. Yͣᵍaͣmͥᶰaˢsͭk. ᵍYͪaͦˢmͭˢ.'' The gengar blinked, staring in inpatientence before growling, ''Gʷeͪʸnͭgͪaͤr! Gͪeͤˡnˡgͩaͥrͩ. Gʸeͣn. Gͩeͦnͭgͪaͣrͭ?!'' The yamask looked away from his impressive work to his stubborn compatriot. The creature was frighteningly similar to his nephew.
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''Yͫʸaʷmͦaͬᵏsk. Yͥᶰaͮmͦˡaͮsͤkͩ. Yaͫmͣᶰaʸsk. Yͣaͬmͨaͪsͤsͦˡsͦᵍsͥkͨ.ͣˡ Yˢaͥmͭaͤˢsk. Yᵏaͤmͤᵖaͥᶰsᵍk. ᵍYͪaͦˢmͭˢasͦkͧ.ͭ Yaʷmͤaͬsͤk. Yͤˢaˢmͤᶰaͭsͥkͣˡ. Yͣᶰaͩmͥaͩsͥkͩ. Yᶰaͦmͭʷaͣᶰsͭk. Yͭaͪmͤaͫsk. Yͨaͦmͫaͥᶰsᵍk. Yͣᶠaͭmͤaͬsͫʸk. ͣYͬaͭmͤᶠaͣsͨkͭˢ. Yaͪmͤaͬsͤk.'' Epitaph's eyes narrowed, and not just at the apparent disturbance and disregard for other ghost types. He was starting to understand how the man had become cursed as he was.
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''Gʸeͦnͧgͬar... ͣgͬeͭnͤᶠgͣaͨrͭˢ? Gʸeͦnͧ. Gͨeͪnͤgͤᵏaʸr. Gͨeͧᶰnͭʷgͪaͣrͭ. Gͩeͥnͩʸgͦaͧr. Gˢeͭnͤgͣˡar?'' He had to say, aside from his own trainer, these rich people were fairly grotesque. The yamask put his hands on his hips. ''Yʸaͦmͧask. Yaͨmͣᶰaᶰsͦkͭ. Yˢaͭmͤaͣˡsk. Yᶠaͬmͦaͫsk. Yͭaͪmͤaͩsͤkͣ.ͩ'' Epitaph emitted something like a scoff. Crossing his own arms and preparing to tell this grave robber to get stuffed.
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''Yͭaͪmͤaͬsͤk.ͥˢ Yˢaͭmͥˡaˡsk. ˢYͦaͫmͤaͭsͪkͥᶰ.ᵍ Yͪaͤmͬaͤᶠsͦkͬ. Yʸaͦmͧaͬsk. Yᵇaͤᶰmͤᶠaͥsͭk. Yͥaʲmͧˢaͭsk. Yᶰaͤmͤaͩʸsͦkͧ.ͬ Yaͪmͤˡaᵖsk.'' The ex-researcher must have been able to tell he was losing his assistant and so refreshed his lie. For Epitaph's own part, he could see why they just didn't enlist the help of the ribombee. It was likely just as disgusted. The gengar looked no less doubtful.
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''Gͥᶠeʸnͦgͧar. ͪGͣeͮnͤˢgͦaͫrͤ. Geͦnͩgͩˢaͪrͥ.ͭ Gͭeͦnᵇgͣaͬr. ᵍGͪeͦˢnͭgͭʸaᵖrͤˢ. Gʸeͦnͧgar. Gᵖeͥnͨᵏgͤaͩr. Gͭeͪnͤʷgͬaͦᶰrᵍ. Gᵖeͦᵏnͤgͫaͦᶰr. Gͭeͦnͣˢgᵏar. Geͫnͣgͭaͤr.'' If neither could touch the books, then they were at an impasse. He would have to convince some other pokemon. Unless... An idea burst into his head. Crossed arms fell away as he trust a finger to the uppity yamask. ''Gʷeͣnͥgͭarͥ! Gͭeͪnͥᶰgᵏar.... Geͥn. Gͪeͣnͮgͤaͣr. Gͨeͧᶰnᶰgͥᶰaᵍr. Geᵖnˡgͣᶰar...''

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While the yamask didn't say specifically he had to avoid alerting the ribombee to what they were doing, Epitaph presumed there was a reason its help hadn't been enlisted before. More important however was remembering where he had last seen the item he sought. It was a pain when you had to recall something you had only paid attention to in passing.
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Peeking around the door frame into the kitchen, sure enough, the bee butler was within, preparing the lady of the house a mimosa. His red eyes blinked as he watched Reginald go about his work. Finishing the fruity drink, it buzzed towards the kitchen door barely carting the champagne glass in both hands. Once it exited, the gengar quickly hovered in.
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Given that all the ingredients, juices and mixers, were still strewn across the counter the ribombee was sure to return to tidy up. Time was therefore of the essence. The ghost pokemon immediately began to raid cabinets, looking for his all access item. The first was a collection of canned food ingredients, the second was more mixers.
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Baking ingredients, various cooking pots and baking sheets, cleaning supplies, where was it? Epitaph could hear the drunken cougar even this deep in the house shooing her servant away. He didn't have much time. Looking to just bolt before the ribombee returned, as he made for the door he spotted his prize. It was no wonder he hadn't seen it.
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It was just inside the door, propped against the wall.
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Essentially a mechanical claw at the end of a long pole, it was a long grabber device thing that the older human woman made use of very sparingly. Granted, he didn't know if this would work. Whatever weird tricks the yamask had used in now former life should have been easily defeated by this simple trinket. Humans thought they were so clever.
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''Yʸaͦmͧask. Yͨaͣᶰmᶰaͦsͭk.ᵇ ͤYˢaͤmͬaͥsͦkͧˢ.'' As the genger reentered the study, the yamask's eyes narrowed in disbelief. ''Gʷeͦnͬgͭeͪr. Gͣeˢnͪgͦaͭr.'' The yamask's little arms set onto his thin body, as if he had sat his hands upon his hips. Making his way over to the bookcase, genger looked around his own bulbous form to his partner in crime.
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''Geʷnͤˡgˡer?'' Emitting something like a scoff, the dead scholar hovered to peek around the gengar's shoulder. ''Yͭaͪmͣaͭsk. Maͦᶰsͤk. Yͭaͪmͤaͬsͤk, ˢYͤaͨmͬaͤsͭˢkͦᶠ. ͣYͬaͨmͪaͤsͦˡkͦᵍ,ʸ Yˢaʷmͥaͭsͨkͪ. Yͥaͭʷmͥaͭsͪk. Yͭaͦmͫᵇaˢskͦᶠ. Yaͭmͪaͤsk. Yͧᶰaᵏmᶰaͦʷsᶰk.'' Awkwardly working the finglonger with his own three digit hands, he clumsily moved the books around.
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''Mᶰaͦʷsk. ˢYͤaͨmͬaͤsͭˢkͦᶠ.ͣ ͬYͨaͪmͤaͦˡsͦᵍkʸ. Yͬaͤᵖmˡaͣsͨkͤˢ. Yͩaͤmͣaͩskͫ.ͤᶰ Yamͭaͤˡsˡk. Yᶰaͦmͭaͣˡsͤˢk.'' The gengar emitted an annoyed growl. ''Gͩeͥnͩᶰgͭar. Gʷeͤnʲgͧˢaͭr. Gͫeͦnͮgͤar. ͭGͪeͣnͭgͦᶰaͤr.'' Blinking, the yamask didn't understand how his nephews pokemon could be so daft. ''Yͥaͭmͪaͣˢsͭkͦ. Yᵇaͤmͩaͦᶰsͤk. Yaͥᶰm. Yͤaͯmͣaͨsͭkͥᶰ.ᵍ Yͦaͬmͩaͤsͬk.''
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With the gadget, he rearranged the books again.
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''Yᶠaͥᶰmͣˡaˡsʸk. ͭYͪaͤˢmͤaͨsͬkͤ.ͭˢ Yaͦᶠm. ͣYͬaͨmͪaͤsͦˡkͦᵍ.ʸ Yͥˢaͨmͪaͣᶰsᵍkͤ.ͩ Yaʷmͥaͭsͪk. Yͧᶰaͨmͦaͮsͤkͬ.ͥᶰ ᵍYaͭmͪaͤsk. Yʷaͣˢmͭaͤˢsk.'' Almost as soon as the tome was crammed where it was supposed to go, the bookcase clunked, lurched back, and slide aside to reveal a passage. Basic brickwork walls led into the darkness. Epitaph stared wide eyed.
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So this is what he had been hiding.

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