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remember that favor from way before? Yeaaaaah I'm here to collect.

Why the hell was he doing this?

Oh, right, it was that time of the year again…

While it wasn’t at the peak of Mount Pyre, which he knew was rumored to be guarded by an overzealous elderly couple who refused entry to anyone and potentially everyone who even dared come close, this tree… this weird peach tree that had been planted halfway up the face of the mountain by another elderly couple was under attack from all manner of… well, they hadn’t exactly explained clearly, but it looked to be a yearly occurrence that caused them distress to no end.

Once he’d gotten the information from them (as well as several boxed meals for him and whoever his companion was going to be to last through the evening), he’d thanked the elderly couple and left for the location of the peach tree, making sure to avoid the gravestones he’d passed along the way.

Although said couple had put out requests for help in protecting the tree that they’d planted over what he guessed was either their son’s or grandson’s tomb, nobody had come forward to actually deal with their concern.

At least, not until today.

He’d made sure that his Pokémon were well-rested, and hopefully his companion for the evening would eventually join him once he’d settled down underneath the peach tree for the evening.

This was going to be a long night…

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ugh, he was really doing this, huh.

fritz scratches the back of his head for a moment, taking a short second to catch his breath as he stopped a couple more stairs and a bit of the peach tree that lars had told him about. he heaves a sigh as he sees rotom skirts about, popping out from a random bush before disappearing his line of sight to jump to the next one. this place is perfect for him because of all the hiding places, and fritz wonders if he can actually talk to the ghosts that reside here, if there are any. if ghost pokemon exist, well, human spirits wouldn't be much of a stretch, right?

anyway, he's here because of a stupid favor from a stupid person. only the favor is actually stupid--fritz still admits to himself that he has a "soft spot" (the damn words that started this whole mess with him, honestly) for the guy, even if it has been a while since they last talked. he doesn't know that he has aligned himself with rocket, for one thing, and he much prefers for it to be kept that way. it's a bit hard to separate the image of younger lars with the current one. he's really grown into a handsome thing, and if they didn't have some history he might've asked him out to some fun after this mission.

he places his hands in his jacket pockets and finally meets the other man near the peach tree. "so. what have you dragged me into this time?"

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is it gonna be a long hawkward evening? Who knows.

It didn’t take too long for the other to eventually arrive, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the little Rotom zipping around, whirring and cackling to itself. A hint of a grin crossed his face for a few moments before he realized that he was in the presence of his ex-boyfriend.

Well, admittedly… there were still some lingering feelings here and there… but that was for another day.

“I thought of you. Mostly because of your little Rotom,” he began. “Some old couple’s distressed over this tree they’d planted here on the mountain… it apparently happens every single year, this tree of theirs keeps tipping over without fail. Yet the place appears to be deserted…”

Oh, how wrong he was.

While he was aware of the existence of Ghost-types, he wasn’t too sure about what waited after one died. So basically he was going into this, a complete skeptic to everything about the hereafter…

“…but they keep saying that when they come here, the tree’s upright, like there’s nothing wrong with it. So they do their visiting thing and then leave afterward. Like, it’s impossible to get security cameras up here because it’s obviously an open area…” he continued, looking over to where the tree was still standing.

For now, that is.

“…but then, when they return for another visit a few days later, it’s like a microburst tornado hit the spot. The tree’s uprooted, dirt everywhere… you think someone’s out to deliberately make this old couple’s life miserable?” he mused out loud.

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Mission: Protect the Peach

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It would have made more sense to pay a visit to the shrines in Johto, if anything. Her parents must have realized that. When Erin gave them a ring to notify them of her short trip, however, they showed no signs of protest.

[break][break]

Perhaps it was because she was using her own hard-earned funds for this escapade. Perhaps her parents had learned to just let her live by her own decisions when she left their home almost three years ago now, as soon as she was of age.

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Regardless of the reason, Erin is in Hoenn today. Her valedictorian speech would wait.

[break][break]

She just wasn't expecting the trip to imply so many ghosts.

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Erin's gengar makes quick work of a couple wandering eyes, always watching but humanly impossible to locate, as she strides along the mountain. It's not until she notices a man talking to himself near a very old, very tall tree that she stops in her tracks.

[break][break]

She walks up to him.

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"Who are you talking to?"

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OH SHIT!

Really, he didn’t know.

It wasn’t until he heard a distinctly feminine voice does he turn around—and very nearly almost drops the packages he’s holding.

“Wha? What do you mean, ‘who’m I talking to,’ I’m obviously talking with…” he began, blinking a few times before turning his attention to where he was absolutely certain that Fritz had been standing… wait, whoa.

Holy…

What the hell? He thought, blinking hard for a few moments before raising up his free hand to pinch his other arm and getting a sharp pain in response. Hissing slightly at the self-inflicted pain, he then blinked a few more times just to make absolutely sure he wasn’t dreaming this shit up…

…but alas, it was like the other man hadn’t existed.

Truly, what the fuck was going on?

“I…” he began, a bit of an edge in his voice now. Definitely a cause for concern, seeing as he was apparently talking to what he guessed was a specter that had tricked him to come up here, alone, in the guise of one of his former lovers…

Ah, fuck.

“Shit. I didn’t know…” he mumbled at last, finally raising his free hand to his forehead and shoving the bangs out of his field of vision a few moments later. How the hell was he supposed to know that he’d been tricked?!

Like, seriously?!

This was getting to be a bit too scary for him, now. What manner of unknown force had made him follow the…vision, if he could call it, of one of his exes up and out here?

Was he really that vulnerable?

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The array of emotions displayed on the man's face is a hilarious one to watch. Erin doesn't consider herself a particularly sadistic person, but she does have to admit there are occasions when laughing at someone else's expense can be quite delightful. Today, she chooses to indulge herself.

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Erin's laughter is contained, despite everything. A hand covers her mouth while the other rests close to her chest. "A little ghost was playing tricks on you, I assume?"

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Briefly, she wonders what would happen if she acted the part of a ghost, too, herself. Her eyes glint at the mischievous idea, though ultimately she'd let it go. Pushing him farther might have a permanent effect on him, after all.

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The last emotion she sees on his face is disappointment, and the one before that was fear. Erin isn't that mean.

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"Sorry I'm not the person you thought you were talking to. You don't have to look so disappointed." She has a smile on her face that shows that she's just teasing, that she wouldn't take it to heart. "I'm guessing it was someone very dear to you?"

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She doesn't have much information to go off of, but she supposes a hurricane of feelings as complex as what she'd just witnessed would not be reserved for a mere acquaintance. Hard to say for sure, though; she'd never felt so strongly about anyone.

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oh dear

“He was my first love,” he began quietly, looking around again and making sure that he really was just seeing things. The only thing he saw was the tree, so there was that.

Funny the little ‘apparition’ would lead him all the way out here for something that mean-spirited… or maybe he just really missed that idiot so much? He really didn’t know anymore at this point.

What he was certain of was that up until a certain point, he was working in the League, but then up and quit for no reason—despite the less than stellar ending their relationship had, at least they stayed on to be good friends…

Before he could turn and talk with her further, he felt a gust of cold air run up his spine—the kind that chilled to the bone despite the weather being rather warm this time of the year.

“Did you… did you feel that?” he asked her, a hint of nervousness in his voice. For some reason he was starting to tremble, although he couldn’t place why that was happening. Either way, there was something in the air or it was resonating with what had happened a few moments earlier.

And that was going to be the start of something terrifying.

A soft cackling rang through the silence, at first.

“Did you… did you hear that?” he continued, eyes quickly darting around and making sure that it was just the two of them. Just the same, he looked down at her feet, hoping that they didn’t turn half-invisible along the way. They were there, solid…

…but then again there was a Ghost-type that had managed to trick him to come up here by himself, under the guise of a long-lost love… what was disturbing was the fact that it knew what he was referring to!

“…shit,” he hissed a few moments later, before the soft cackling grew louder, and the shadows around them seemed to dance. Terrible, flickering, before several specters began rising up and out from around the tree and beyond—it was a Dusknoir, accompanied by what appeared to be a horde of Banette and some Chandelure around just for the pure insanity of it.

“Fuck,” was all he could say next, reaching into his jacket and sending out his Metagross, Ro, right as the Dusknoir came in for a Shadow Punch aimed right at him! That was the signal for the other Ghost-types to scatter and cause as much mayhem as they could from all sides…

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The man's answer is barely louder than a whisper. "I see," is all she offers in response. A first love is tough to get over, particularly so if their lives were taken early. Erin lets her train of thought wander to old memories of another life, but manages to catch herself before delving any deeper than the mental image of a ring.

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His question brings her back to the present. "Hm?"

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Erin is dressed for the cold, but she can feel the chill air even through the heavy layers. It's not that she doesn't feel it; rather, she's used to the characteristic temperature drop derived from being in close proximity to a ghost.

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The cackle rings in the distance, at first. The warning sign of a powerful ghost lurking in the shadows.

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She wonders if he realizes how comical his reactions are.

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When the wave of ghosts makes themselves known, she doesn't lift a finger. Her gengar, previously invisible, is already on the move. The set of orders she issues is limited to a single word: "Fire." A circle of small blue

will-o-wisps

immediately flickers on all around them, ending a few feet beyond the peach tree.

[break][break]

That would keep most of the ghosts entertained for a while, effectively breaking down the entire wave into smaller ones. The only exception are the few chandelure, on which the fire would have no effect. Those, Erin's gengar would handle with a mixture of

shadow ball

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and

disable

.

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"So what brings you here?"

[break][break]

An odd sphere of black energy that seems to house an eyeball of red irises flies by, barely missing her. Erin eyes the floating eyeball and then her gengar, guilty of letting the

hex

get past him, but makes no comment on it. She lets him get rid of the offending pokémon the way she knows he likes: slowly,

taunting

and

disabling

until his enemies have no choice but to surrender.

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“Well, some old couple owns this tree, apparently. Keep getting upset that during this particular evening it’s always a mess whenever they come by to tend to it—taking a guess it’s a problem caused by these,” he muttered, watching as the Metagross then held the incoming Dusknoir at attention, an attempt at a Telekinetic maneuver. A single slugged, point-blank Meteor Mash throws this one off through the crowd of approaching ghosties, and he sighs.

The sight of the Chandelure were more than enough to make him try to catch one of them, but well, he couldn’t move against them since he was fresh out of Pokéballs. Seeing that there were some that were sucking up the flames from the Gengar, he made up his mind to have Ro get just a little help.

Maybe not so little, as a Marshtomp appeared atop the Metagross’ head a few moments later, flexing and flapping his fins around—before recoiling out of surprise at the appearance of a lot of Chandelure that were siphoning off the flames released by the Gengar’s Will-O-Wisp and powering themselves up.

“Sui. Up for a game of shooting the Chandelure out of the air?” he asked, before the dual-type looked at him like he was out of his mind—before nodding and chuckling in Pokéspeak.

“Hydro Pump the lot of ‘em, make sure none get too close to Ro,” he said before turning his attention back to his companion. Sudden explosions of powerful water came from atop the Metagross’ back, who was helping the Marshtomp get the Chandelure into position with creative uses of Telekinesis to rope them together and prove them to be easier to take down and out.

“What about you, what brought you up here?” he returns the question to her.

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