ah, what a sour mood. literally the worst when she just wanted to come and relax a bit amongst the spirits. [break][break]

thankfully, there seemed to be a pokemon who comes over, ghostly hand extended out. a normal person would have been put aback, or ran for the hills; and yet marisol reaches her hand out in response, a small smile to her lips. "are you trying to comfort me?" she asks the coffin, who only lets out a guttural growl. how endearing. [break][break]

"... you're a kind soul." she tilts her head, raising a hand to clasp upon the top of the ghostly appendage. the serene smile doesn't last, however, as she calmly reaches to her belt "i'm sadly not the same." [break][break]

and out comes a gengar, and the kind spark in her eyes is no more. "dark pulse." her voice is cold, watching as the gengar sends out the attack to knock the pokemon down. without missing a beat, she pulls out a spare pokeball, and throws it at the weakened mummy. [break][break]

and staring down at the pokeball, something in her cracks.

catching

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