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He takes her intrusion at such a time well and it gives her reason to return his smile. She turns to address him as he approaches her. "I had hoped I would be in time, but I suppose it can't be helped."

The woman curtsies in greeting, ever the lady. At least for now. "I wished to issue a challenge, but if now is past the time perhaps I can speak with you as you wrap up for the night. I can always come at another time." polite and courteous, as would be expected of her.

ALEXANDER STONE

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He responds in kind and the game is afoot. She enjoys a good play and a small part of her hopes he will be a good match.

"Of course, it would be rude not to when you are making an exception for me." she follows, feeling the clack of her heels is almost too loud in the gym so close to being dead for the night.

"Von Ruhan." he gives him a pointed look, rarely does she use the name given to her by birth over the one given by circumstance. "Isra Von Ruhan." she only uses it instead because he will be more familiar with the man responsible for the largest home appliance company in the region. Though not as worthy of note as his own, it will suffice to say that she is not a normal straggler.

Especially when the Ruhan's are only supposed to have 3 boys, and a rumored mysterious daughter.

"You may also know me as Isra Nightingale, through the league of course."

ALEXANDER STONE

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"Most don't, my father prefers it that way. I only use the name because it holds greater value in most circles than mine does." she is not surprised by his response, it's calmer than expected. Then again her fathers name is only to test the waters, it is her mother's that would tell her what she wants. She holds it close for now.

She glances up as the lights turn on, how interesting what a little bit of lighting can do. "Both." she's honest but cryptic, a nature long nurtured in her upbringing. "I haven't entirely decided yet. If I may, what is the nature of your gym's challenge? I have yet to make one to be honest." filler text, she knows the classical challenges of the rustboro gym well. As for adjustments he has made? that is the real inquiry.

ALEXANDER STONE

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What he leads her to is an interesting sight to say the least. A maze, simple enough but it can offer a variety of challenges of its own and she knows it. Her pokemon had not had a good challenge like this in awhile and Isra likes the idea of seeing how they fair.

"Reasonable, it should prove interesting to say the least." her tone is pleased, as is the look on her face whens he watches his gallade enter the maze on the screen. The pokemon is a solid choice to say the least. She sports its counterpart as one of the most important members of her team but it is not the one she chooses for this. The ball that finds its way into hand is that of her Banette instead.

The ghost chuckles at the maze. It seems silly to him, but the perfect place to play pranks, to have fun. The tricky little bugger is grinning just as widely as his trainer.

She whistles, he enters. She does not need to tell him what to do, he'll fight until he wins or cannot make a move. The moment he enters the maze a ring of will-o-wisp appear around him, she's confident in his abilities enough to ask a question. "What is the point of the screen if I may? I would assume the point of the maze is the minimize visuals, so why undermine that by broadcasting it as well?" she assumes it has to do with the gym part of the challenge but asks nonetheless. She would find this more appealing without it.

Both she and her Banette are patient, they are not the ones on their home territory here and are content to wait and see what happens before making to large a move. She does not know the battle style of the man or what to expect from him. It is a thrilling venture she has not had in too long.

ALEXANDER STONE

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Isra grins as the screen turns off. "Much better." she and her pokemon are more used to the lack of their senses than they let on, as she's certain will become more evident as the battle is waged. However it did give her something vital before he removes it, what they're against.

The whistle rings out and the pokemon can pick it out amongst the rattling leaves, he knows what he's against and starts to move. A willow-wisp goes out as he leaves the beginning of the maze, taking advantage of the travel time for the attack but the ghost knows better. He doesn't go too far in anticipating that he's being scared into moving farther in and becoming an easier target. The low whistle confirms it from his partner. He goes quiet, slow, anticipating another strike and looking to use it along with the last as his guide.

As he moves so does his shadow, stretching, reaching, readying itself to shift through the shadows created in the hedges and seek the source of the attacks. He'll take a hit from another attack if he must to find his mark and lash for its ankles in the hopes of making the pokemon unsteady. Even if he doesn't they should both start moving shouldn't they?

Much like his partner he is patient, watching and waiting for the next move from his opponent. The more they know the better they can topple their foe.

ALEXANDER STONE

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The strike hits true, something the ghost type is willing to allow. The move is typical of psychic types and he's familiar with it.

He plays dead, falling face first from the impact but mid fall he vanishes, even the will-o-wisps that were left flickering out of sight before he can hit the ground. He's deadly silent.

"So why did you choose a maze like this? To be honest I would expect it more of say, a grass type gym." The question has been burning a hole in her brain and she's not worried about the battle enough to focus only on it. She came here to chat anyway. "I approve of it mind you, just curious how you got here."

The ghost type stays close to the Gallade in his limbo, reappearing in front of the Psychic with a burst of energy from his Phantom force. Amidst the wave of energy his will-o-wisps are refreshed, seeking to be carried by the phantom forces to his enemy. Even if he teleports away, he'll have to go far to escape the attack, and what will-o-wisps do not hit him will undoubtedly be carried into the hedges.

ALEXANDER STONE