it was not wise to just take something you just find. the grass-ghost was doing no harm, watching over the graveyard from it's solitary position near some tombstones. it watched as she passed it by; the woman lifting a hand to wave idly.

perhaps it fancied itself a guardian? ghosts often did. nonetheless she would walk by it, not disturbing the rest it brought to Mt. Pyre. unaware it was watching for her long after she was gone, the tree ghost shuddered back to stillness.

/skip

she would release her Litwick.

the Shedinja was a welcomed addition to her budding team, yet she had to capture it first. the candle Pokémon unleashed a fury of fire-based attacks against the weaker ghost, causing it to burn painfully on the spot. it cries lowly out before -

she throws a Pokeball at the ghost insect. engulfing the dimly lit mountain in light, the Shedinja disappears into the sphere. all there was left to do... was wait for the click. or the escape. Siobhan is patient.

/capture attempt