Lex had taken it as a personal success to be as cut off from the inner workings of the scientists in Rocket as much as possible. The further away she stayed from the labs, the better. Blame Lulu Flint for her distaste. Like the true bitch she is, Lex happened to include all scientists in category of ‘untrustworthy’. Sooner or later, she knew it would be unavoidable and she would eventually be summoned to participate in some sort of study. As always, approaches with caution, walking through the Phantom Plane alongside her Shadow Gardevoir.

What the Beast doesn’t expect, is to have been summoned by . . . what? A 12 year old? In Violet’s defense, she did look older than Eris, but it was still insulting.

Once satisfied that this isn’t some sort of trap, Lex suddenly phases back into their reality in front of the table at which Violet sat. Behind the red head, her ghostly shepherd through the Phantom Plane materializes. The Shadow Gardevoir is a terrifying specter. Crimson eyes peer over Lex’s shoulder, burrowing down into Violet’s soul. Their cold, lifeless, absolutely empty. The pokemon’s colors are dull, her stained, white dress tattered and torn, her teeth sharp, and her fingers long and bony like a witch’s from a nightmare.

“Who are you, and what the fuck do you want?” Lex isn’t known for small talk and should her reputation proceed her, Violet would know that.

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