"Isra, please." she states. "I'm only refered to as Miss Nightingale when in the office." the smile is gentle, the warmth half there. She's gotten better at pretending lately. "Unless you would prefer such formalities Miss Myrtle." she's following the young lady as she moves to the entrance of the maze.

If she's off put by the rules of the maze the woman does not show it. A tap of the pokeball attached the strap of her bag releases the seafoam green noivern she has chosen for the challenge. He stretches his wings wide and the pokemon's shoulders roll as if it just now waking. The bat dragon chatters before turning to the dark haired woman and then the other.

Isra whistles, the familiar tug of her pokemon's telepathy worms into her mind and settles there, before both make their decision in tandem. They enter the middle path with the bat crawling on his belly across the floor of the maze and the click of Isra's heals aouncing her presence as always.

The niovern then reaches too, for Francie's mind, tugging her along mentally to move with them.

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Isra chuckles softly. "He. Unless you and me need to have a talk Seth." she eyes the noivern, continuing to crawl ahead of them on his belly. He rattles his wings at her, the pull on her mind makes her chuckle and even Francie will feel it faintly, as if the pokemon would sass her for the comment had he been human.

The bat turns a corner and Isra follows, keeping an eye on francie to be sure she is keeping up. At least the young blond is chatty. "And yes, Telepathy. The uses in and out of battle are quite remarkable." Isra enjoys the utility behind it herself. "Safe to assume your experience with it is limited?" she enquires as they walk, given the typing of the gym, it does not surprise her.

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Isra pauses a moment to muse over the words.

"I suppose it might, for most." she can't say she felt that way with her own pokemon. She eyes the scuttling creature in front of him as he stops and peers around the corners of the maze. He sniffs the air, tilts his head back at her and snorts before moving on. f her noiverns Seth is easily the most relaxed. They have never had trouble holding the collection.

Though a part of her wonders if that would be the same for the others. "I believe the temperament of the pokemon helps as well." Sophia for example, was far more strong willed. Isra could see her over powering a human mind with ease in her rage and fury. It was enough to leave a hint of a grin on her lips.

She wonders which of the two the maze is more like, Seth or Sophia.

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"You're quite welcome, hopefully you'll get to feel it for yourself with time. It's a worthy endeavor I think." Isra says with a nod, slowing to a stop at the beginning of the decline, her bat is half way down into the shadows and waiting or them.

His wings rattle, he chitters, a pleasant sound for he is delighted to be in his element. The woman can only grin as she hold her hand out to the woman next to her. "We will be using none of those, but it may be best you use my hand. This may get a little dizzying."

Seth twists and trills as he scurries down the incline and into the dark. The noises come in waves, the pokemons natural ability to echolocate allowing him to see the darkness in a way most never might. The vague impression of it moves through the telepathis connection, using it to guide the pair through the dark.

Isra of course, will only step forward into it if Francie is willing to hold her hand, to be sure she doesn't get lost in the dark or lost in her mind trying to follow the noivern's call.

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If Isra were aybody else she might have thought Francie's enthusiasm adorable. Instead she's more indifferent about it tha anything else as their hands come together to ensure the young woman makes it through the dark of the maze with her. "I'm quite surprised, I would have thought someone else would produce such a tactic by now." Isra muses alloud.

Sometimes the womn forgets herself and the world she interacts with, because to her it seems like such an easy answer to follow the call in her head given by her noivern. His chitters in the distance create a map of the dark terrain, navigating the pathways with ease. It makes her grin in the dark. Despite being unable to see anything Isra does not find herself afraid.

"How are you holding up?" she squeezes the other woman's hand gently, as if to reassure her of nothing in particular.

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"Good." Isra nods despite the darkness. Habits.

Threy tread closer to what she assumes is the end, and the other woman continues to speak. She rifles through pages in her mind but they come up empty of anything useful. Instead she asks "Are there any other types you enjoy the company of?"

Her eyes are on the blond when they emerge into the light, curious as to what might come of a rock type that knew telepahy. It's almosy a shame she can't think of a one that does. Surely it ould be possible if one of them thought about it hard enough?

Or perhaps that was the problem. Rocks don't exacty think now do they?

"But yes, I think I do. The telepathy doesn't help, it can be quite tiring."

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