[attr="class","octavia"]

[attr="class","octavia b"]

[attr="class","octavia i"]she's quiet while he makes a list, chewing on each example until she gets a better idea. what he speaks of sounds similar, sure, but there's a different edge to this energy than what he describes.

she's read excerpts in grimoires of witches past who describe things like this. they all come back to the same thing: life force. the essence of a soul left behind. she feels it in her fingertips now, just barely. unfortunately for her, she's absolute garbage with energy work.

"bestie," she calls, turning her head to look at him. "why are you so certain my mind has convinced me of this?" her nose crinkles at a thought. "are you not a belieber? no no--wrong word. believer."

atropos has a look of mild pity when he, too, turns to remiel.

Remiel Calcifet

[attr="class","octavia"]

[attr="class","octavia b"]

[attr="class","octavia i"]are you delirious? "bitch, i might be," she regards him with a statement thrown over her shoulder. it's simple, matter of fact. her sanity is neither here nor there and certainly not relevant to the task at hand.

her phantump lingers closer to remiel than her. perhaps atropos knows better than to interrupt her and her vibes. either that or he's simply trying to make a friend.

"what energy have you felt before?" she turns her head a fraction, enough to stare at him with an eyebrow quirked. her hands are still outstretched, fingers wiggling slightly. "there's a life force about this tree. different from usual energy signatures and certainly different from mundane sources." electricity, for example, has an energy signature that could be considered child's play to the feeling of this tree.

the tree itself... well, it almost feels alive.

if she squints hard enough, she can just barely make out a faint green aura around its trunk. and if she turns her gaze back to remiel, she'll find his aura to be of a tan color.

Remiel Calcifet

[attr="class","octavia"]

[attr="class","octavia b"]

[attr="class","octavia i"]listen, that pointy hat and magical attire... is merely for aesthetic purposes BUT she does happen to have a lengthy spell repertoire. and perhaps unfortunately for most people, baneful magic is her specialty. anyway, she fixes him with an odd stare, as if she doesn't understand his confusion.

her head tilts, pointy hat flopping slightly to one side. she ignores it, if only to keep her hands focused on the task of absorbing whatever energy the tree of life possesses.

"absorbing the vibes," she retorts. it doesn't quite work but she doesn't need to know that. it'd be better to simply set out crystals to charge beneath the tree, really, but that's the next step... when there's less critter running around.

atropos, for the most part, lingers closer to remiel than his own trainer. traitor. the possessed stump is merely observing, halfway between the wild witch and her company. she glances over her shoulder at the pair, raising an eyebrow.

"have you never felt energy before?"

Remiel Calcifet

[attr="class","octavia"]

[attr="class","octavia b"]

[attr="class","octavia i"]okay, it's hard to not stare at that tree. i mean really, what the fuck? it's big and man, the vibes! she's a kid in a candy store, unable to stop grinning long enough to do much else besides bumble off the boat. remiel, bless his heart, offers her a hand to ease her transition from boat to land. she takes it with a gloved hand, eyes darting excitedly even as he talks.

really, she's acting just like his ugly-cute cat. two peas in a pod, huh?

anyway, it takes a second for his words to actually process. and then, she's whipping toward him in a swirl of star speckled twin tails and swaying fabric from her hat.

"he could," she retorts. a laugh follows and she's releasing his hand to trot forward, her phantump slowly floating behind her. darling little atropos definitely shakes his head, almost in apology, at remiel but that's neither here nor there. "hair is good for spells, anyway!" is called over her shoulder as she all but beelines for the tree's trunk.

her hands are outstretched like a baby learning to walk and her entire essence is all but radiating one specific thing: soak up the vibes, soak up the vibes!

Remiel Calcifet

[attr="class","octavia"]

[attr="class","octavia b"]

[attr="class","octavia i"]he ventures on the side of other worlds, of little green guys or whatever the fuck the galaxy has to offer. she supposes she can't blame him, really. compared to aliens, ghosts seem a little mundane.

either way, there's a sparkle in her eye when she turns to him. giddiness, much like it would a child, overwhelms her.

"very true," she singsongs, trotting a little closer if only to gently prod his arm. there's a wide smile, then, and she's switching topics like pulling a new card from the top of a tarot deck. easy peasy. "what else interests you, hm?" a pause, a coo, and she's babbling on further without waiting. "i'm curious, you know. well, as curious as i can be about a stranger i guess? anyway," she pauses, mostly just to take a breath because damn, that's a lot of words flying out at once.

and then, her attention span is easily snatched up by the appearance of a kadabra. it sneaks out of shadows and unfortunately for the poor sucker, those cute little spoons glisten in moonlight. and if he could, atropos would easily sigh. he knows enough from the look on her face to float a little closer. wood hammer rattles the ground beneath her feet slightly and she's swaying with the movement, barely managing to throw the pokeball in a straight line toward the falling kadabra.

jayden cross
capturing kadabra

[attr="class","octavia"]

[attr="class","octavia b"]

[attr="class","octavia i"]she's mostly here to check for ghostly activity, truthfully. armed with a pendulum and sigils drawn in eyeliner along her arms, tavi means business.

well, the pokemon might be a plus, too. she heard trubbish is out during this season. cute little trash bags!

"atropos," she murmurs, glancing over her shoulder to see the faithful phantump drifting along. "be a dear and keep an eye out, yeah?" for ghosts and trubbish, mostly, but maybe something else will warrant her to focus on something other than the swinging crystal dangling from her fingers?

safari.
3/3

PURCHASING/REDEEMING

welcome to the poké mart!

1X safari ticket (50 PD)

TOTAL

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50 PD

[attr="class","octavia"]

[attr="class","octavia b"]

[attr="class","octavia i"]hmm.

he counters with a question of his own, not quite satisfying her curiosity. instead he redirects it, thus placating octavia for now. she stares at him for a moment, gears slowly churning over each other until it becomes a well oiled thought. a coherent one, at least as far as she's concerned.

majority of her thoughts aren't very coherent anyway, but that's neither here nor there... right, the answer.

"i suppose," she pauses, perhaps for dramatic effect. or, really, just to wrangle her thoughts back in. "i'd be happy with either." anything odd, out of place... she'll easily enjoy.

a lotad wanders a little too close to their path, snapping her eyes away from him to watch the movement. it's cute, small enough to carry things. practical, adorable, what's not to want? her phantump understands enough to usher a confuse ray toward the unlucky little lotad. it wobbles, eyes growing foggy with confusion. she doesn't wait for it to stumble for longer, choosing to yeet a pokeball over before rotating to face jayden once more.

"do you have a preference?"

jayden cross
capturing lotad