The old beast’s hand curls into the fabric at the back of the woman’s cotton shirt. It tightens around her neck and squeezes a little squeak out of the young woman, “I said, just keep chopping. Don’t try anything funny. I’ll be back for you next,” she points a gloved finger at the older barkeep that clutches the knife with white knuckles, “And don’t try anything funny,” she smiles, “They’re always watching,” there’s an ominous tone to her sing-song voice. With a hard shove, she forces the woman up the stairs to the second level where they can talk in private. She would tell her where the damned League’s supplies are hidden in no time.

Unfortunately, Lex isn’t given much time at all. The whisper of a cold breeze from the phantom plane tickles her neck, a soft warning that someone is coming. The massive Dhelmise tightens it’s ANCHOR SHOT around the poor girl. Rusted steel chains creep up and over her mouth, “Shhhhh, we don’t want any trouble now, do we?” she pats the girl’s cheek roughly before quietly dipping over to the small window to peer outside.

Fucking Remiel Calcifet. Of course it is.

From the sound of the conversation, she still has the element of surprise. She crouches low, stepping quietly over the wooden floor boards to peek over the railing as Remiel approaches Marley. The barkeep’s shadow flickers with the anticipation of an Arbok ready to strike.

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Remiel Calcifet

Lex frowns, shaking her head subtly in comfort of the shadows. The keeper gave it his best, he really did. Lex would at least acknowledge that when dealing with him later . . . though it would likely make no difference. She’s been punished for the flaws of others so why should she spare him? It’s not her fault the Prince is painfully perceptive leading to well founded suspicion. Any other League idiot in here and they would probably be gone by now.

Electricity flashes from the exacting, and the silhouette careens up towards the balcony, slamming into the wooden paneling of the wall. Lex nearly leaps out of her skin but its either a complete lack of reverence for her own life or years of practice that keep her perfectly still. Regardless, the light sparking off the wall illuminates the shadows, and her with it.

Remiel will see a hardened amber gaze staring back at him, sharp shadows giving a more sinister appearance than intended. Her jaw tightens, a scowl spreading across her face. While she holds his gaze the shadow so the innkeeper peels away.

The malicious Gengar laughs manically before slamming a fist into the ground. The wooden floorboards shift and warp and seem to melt away. A sinister aura reaches up to leech into whatever living beings that happen to be within its grasp.

HYPNOTIC TERRAIN: summons a hypnotic terrain that put those affected to SLEEP. this amplifies the area of effect for the user's DREAM EATER attack. this terrain can only be dispelled by other terrain based z-moves. it lasts three turns.

Marley is the first to fall, swaying slightly before crashing to the ground with a heavy THUD. Luckily, or unluckily for Lex, the knife fell first which kept him safe from impaling himself. That meant she’d still have to take care of him later . . . if there is a later.

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Remiel Calcifet

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+10MP per post (x2)
+150MP for having Rocket and League characters and faction-based conflict in the thread (no NPCs)
+50MP showcase your own character's strength(s) meaningfully
+10MP have your own pokemon use a z-move in your thread
+10MP have your pokemon set weather, terrain, or a magic, trick, or wonder room in your thread
+50MP have your character directly or indirectly spotlight another writer's character's strengths

Total: 290MP

Whether she remains still as a statue due to skill or fear in the face of the former admin is her secret and hers alone. There’s a moment where she thinks the royal may be immune to the terrain and her mind is forced to quickly assess the situation and come up with some alternative plans to salvage what she could out of this.

Fortunately, he succumbs, knocking into the table on the way down. It’s only then that she moves, smiling as she stands to peer over the railing, “No, there’s just nothing better to do,” that’s the answer to his question. One he won’t hear unless it manifests in his dreams. It’s partially true, she doesn’t have anything better to do. There’s not a lot of places in this world that would accept someone like her. Circumstances and time have darkened her heart to the point of no redemption. The only thing to live for is the hope of revenge and the promise that she could possibly make someone suffer more than she does. That makes her life seem a little less awful. She fights purely out of selfishness, no loyalty. The only one she was loyal too is long dead, but not forgotten.

“I know you’re hungry, go on,” she gives the Gengar permission to feast. He’s ravenous. His wide smile sharpens and fangs bare as he lunges at Marley’s fallen body. The Gengar sinks its ghastly fangs into the innkeeper as it siphons his life force through his dreams. He grows more and more pale by the second as the ghost gorges itself.

Meanwhile, Lex debates finishing off Remial. She stands there for a moment, staring at his vulnerable body. Ultimately, she decides she’s wasting precious time, “They’ll have to pay me more for that,” she mumbles out loud before turning her attention back to the young woman.

“Sorry, babe. Your white prince isn’t coming to rescue you,” the reality of the pun makes her dark smile grow before she lunges forward. A large hand wraps tightly around the woman’s neck, “Unfortunately for you he just used up all my patience,” her fingers squeeze, tightening enough to make her face turn red, “So talk, or I’ll let them drown you in a WHIRLPOOL,” a much slower way to die.

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Remiel Calcifet

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+10MP per post (x3)
+150MP for having Rocket and League characters and faction-based conflict in the thread (no NPCs)
+50MP showcase your own character's strength(s) meaningfully
+10MP have your own pokemon use a z-move in your thread
+10MP have your pokemon set weather, terrain, or a magic, trick, or wonder room in your thread
+50MP have your character directly or indirectly spotlight another writer's character's strengths
+50MP have an antagonistic exchange of dialogue between your character and another writer's character or NPC
+50MP have your character reflect on why they're fighting/reflect on their loyalties

Total: 400MP