"Right, reckon you can do another?"

Captain Skyler Dross is perched on the back of a nearby street bench, lazily watching the procession of Gallade, Gardevoir and Ralts. Their psychic prowess brings an unimpressed tug to her lips despite the beautiful show, thoughts much too busy chasing ghosts inside her head to pay them much mind.

Her hands move independently of any thought, wrapping bruised knuckles with white gauze. The sting of disinfectant on wounds goes unacknowledged, habit taking away the edge - along with the halfway empty bottle by her side. 

Teeth clamp down on the stretch of leftover gauze, tearing apart the fabric with a single, brusque movement. 

Steely eyes cut through the night, remnants of suppressed aggression reflected in their silvery edges - too sharp to be borne under bright sunlight. In the absence of mischievous blue eyes and lustful affections, Skyler had come to appreciate other ways to exorcise her demons when they scratched at her door.

"Catch." The half-eaten apple sails through the air, bonking a nearby Ralts right in the head and catching the attention of other members of its troupe.

... Then again, it might not be a great idea to pick a fight with a Gallade.

Would she do it, though? Absolutely.

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Observe the majestic gardevoir family as they practice a psychic mind enhancing dance. So graceful are their movements, so poised and purposeful. Even the baby ralts are dancing as perfectly as a professional, though their dances pale in comparison to the beauty of their eldest caretakers.

Yet in the middle of their recital, an intruder would appear. Its heavy steps would signal its approach long before it would be actually seen, something very large was bouncing their way. As the leader of the troupe looked toward the interruption, it couldn't believe what it was witnessing. It was a blue milktank, dancing toward them with equal grace yet without any subtlety. 




The leader turned her nose upward, leading away her herd so they would not have to deal with this rabble. Yet one gardevoir remained, seemingly amused by the milktank's dance. She watched as it joyfully pranced toward her, which would probably end up being the biggest mistake of this gardevoir's life. 

Once in range, the milktank leapt through the air. It flew with such whimsy and fanciful majesty, that the observing gardevoir noticed too late as the blue meaty-ore came crashing into her. The gardevoir was sent flying, sprawling out on the ground in a most unflattering fashion. The milktank gave a bow, satisfied in the completion of its goal. A white haired man approached the gardevoir, and before she could fully recover a pokeball wa sthrow and her face.


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[attr="class","matias"]something else lurks in the night. it sticks close to his shadow, travels with it, and it strikes when called upon.

"now."

a SHADOW BALL forms, swirls like a BLACK HOLE, and is released at one of the psychic-types. and what was thought to be a sure hit suddenly turns into a miss. it TELEPORTS out of the way, retaliates with its PSYCHIC that drags gengar out of the shadows.

"again."

but they've trained for worse.

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