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Makoto Kurumi
NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS
POSTED ON Dec 21, 2023 7:06:40 GMT
Baking some cookies? The idea of that certainly sounded tempting to Makoto, though the question of what sorts they preferred was a good one. "Mmm... I'd... like to help, if you're gonna bake something for me." They spoke first, giving a sheepish chuckle, before musing "I've never given my favorite cookie much thought, but... Chocolate chip is good,"
Though they, too, had taken note of the whispers of malicious or otherwise agitated spirits. The place they approached, though clearly a landmark, was filled with what might've once been shrines or grave markers that had long-since fallen into disrepair amidst the wear and tear of the chilling elements.
And with the duo's arrival, spirits and ghost-type pokemon alike arose, disturbed by their presences.
Kuro emerged with a low growl - the ghost-type Zorua setting aside its anxieties to instead fight. Ghostly energy like chilling flames rose in the little kit's wake, as it threw itself at the nearest ghost with Bitter Malice (75)!
Yurei snorted, hooves briefly stamping at the ground as her initial instinct was to move away - but the group was quickly growing surrounded. Their horns lit up with psychic energy, shocking an approaching pokemon with her own Extrasensory (80)!
Makoto, meanwhile, had to hang on tight in that brief moment - their knuckles whitening around the reins. "W-watch our backs!" They called to Sio, "We'll find a way through!" It was hard enough to watch their front as it was; but there was most definitely a benefit to not being alone.
But at the very least? Their pokemon were holding their own quite well - perhaps partly due to the both of them being partial normal-types. As a Dark Pulse (80) was let loose by Kuro - sending more pokemon reeling - Yurei would let out a whistling cry as she charged forwards, antlers glowing brilliantly in a Psyshield Bash (70)..!
Which would help to provide an opening, which the Wyrdeer did not hesitate to take, galloping forwards through the snow. The ghosts, not done with the hunt, would attempt to give chase...
... But would find themselves mysteriously drawn away, by the dazzling lights of a little fox's Spotlight.
It was hard to say, exactly, how long Makoto allowed Yurei to run for -but once they could no longer see or hear the hostile spirits, they'd bring her to a stop with a drawn out exhale. "Y... You okay..?" They questioned, glancing back to Sio.
At the very least, their own pokemon weren't all that beat up - Kuro soon emerging from wherever it had led the ghosts to, to hop into Makoto's lap and curl up.
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