his attention is broken when a a piece of slab is lifted with telekensis, and throw in his direction. the growl, and bark, of warning from the arcanine gives advance enough warning, that greyson can safely (but painfully) hit the floor. a bruised rib was better than a busted skull.
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"get em boy!"
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the canine doesn't need to be told twice. it leaps after the gothitelle, massive jaws CRUNCHING over creatures arm. her shrieks pierce both his ears and his mindscape, sending greyson reeling to the ground, groaning in pain. a frontal coat of flamethrower seals the fight, the psychic-type falling unconcious.
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the pain is still reeling, however.

[attr="class","ooc"]@skippu![break]
incense + psychic![break]

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bounding back, concerned, his arcanine moves to place itself in a protective position around greyson. reaching up, he digs heavily into its fur to lift himself back up. "thanks. i really owe you one." he receives a single lick in response.
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suppressing any groans, he moves to the concrete slab previous used as a missile against him. it was old, cracked, and missing a few noticeable chunks. with a sigh, he dusts it off. "i'll make sure you get where you belong." it read 'andúanë - a loving brother.'
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his arcanine follows, and even joins the search. after a few minutes, greyson finds what he is looking for. his patchwork leaves much to be desired, and in the end he even has to lean it against the wall, for the most part. but at least it was back where it belonged.
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in the shadows of the stacks, he spots a ralts eyeing him from afar. it was clear he was nervous, untrained. before he could even get a word in edgewise, it TELEPORTS away, leaving them alone with the dead once more.

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incense + psychic![break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-arcanine"]

giving the departed a silent prayer, he pushes himself to his feet with a grunt, and turns towards the stairs. greyson climbed them somberly, the heavy foot pads and panting of the arcanine behind him, clueing him into the fact the fire-type was following. good.
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"doing alright?" the question sounds ridiculous coming out of his mouth, given that they've only been here for less than an hour, but, his pokemon's health concerned him. a gentle nudge in response tells him all that he needs to know. he was being a helicopter trainer. greyson gives him an appreciative pat on the head, before entering the next chamber. he was greeted with more tombstones, more loss.
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he's just as thorough this time, as he was the last. checking behind every gravestone, even going so far as to lift up the flowers left by their graves. he knew samuel carter worked tirelessly to keep even the ones long forgotten in his mind, so he paid special care to returning them as they were; a thought that made him respect the man even more. the low-growl of his arcanine alerted him to potential trouble, however, and he quickly made his way over to see what it was.
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his breath caught.
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floating nearby, an unown. he'd seen these creatures back at the soiree, though never this close. these pokemon were responsible for what had happened to Stormy Silph's moltres. it was a terrifying thought to know that they could potentially power house a legendary. this was undoubtedly the cause of the trouble here at mt. pyre. without a doubt. "stay on your guard, buddy." last thing he wanted was a preemptive fight with the literal unknown.
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but, despite his concerns, the creature just aimlessly floated. when it finally spotted them, in careless abandon, it approaches. it's large eye inspects them curiously, despite the territorial growls, and raised hackles of the fire-type beside him. his hand against the canine's back keeps it still, but he doesn't know for how long. "easy now."
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approaching mere inches away, greyson does the stupidest thing he's done in a long time - he reaches out to touch it. the unown doesn't show any signs of turning away, and instead allows the interaction. "easyyyy does it." his voice was soft, and reassuring, as the other hand reached for a premier ball at his side. each inch upwards was tense, and nerve-racking, until eventually he taps the unown in a lightning flash flick of his wrist.
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anticipatingly, he watches the orb drop to the concrete, and wobble. after a few seconds, it stills, and greyson releases a breath he didn't' realize he was holding. "fuck me." he needed to report this to higher authorities.

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