Isra sits on a stool at a classy lookin bar in the late evening. Slateport beach is bustling, this establishment is no different. It is the first summer Isra has truly spent out and about. It's an odd mix of feeings that fill her and perhap that is why she finds herself swinging her feet and calling for Alexei to join her this evening.

She's outsie, sitting beneath an umbrella on a patio. The view of the beach is breathtaking and he will likely catch her staring at the sea when he comes in. To her it is a mesmerizing sight as the sun begins to set, the sky turning all sorts of purple and range and red.

They have much to talk about again, and Isra curls her arms around the egg in her lap. It had been forgotten in the garden, failed to hatch, and now Isra wonders if her company will awaken it again.

Maybe the company of the both of them will.

Alexei Ivanov

Isra listens but she finds it hard to say if she agrees or disagrees and without a decision she finds it hard to be sure what to say back. The woman does not take into account the view of the rest of the world, she thinks there is plenty already known about ghosts.

The real problem is whether or not anyone is willing to believe any of it.

"I see. Though I wonder how true that is." the ariados draws her attenntion but does not keep it, she's not nearly as enthralled by the bug type as many seem to be. Then again she's really not fond of bugs at all and spiders were most certainly not an exception.

Which is probably why she disregards how her fox is toying with another one off screen. The pokemon is not nearly as cruel as her Noivern but she's thinking more and more that the two have begun to spend too much of their free time together. It makes her chuckle.

"Have you a destination for the night?"

Katherine Fairburne
>>passing

gimme the goods -grabby hands-

Isra watches with her arms folded bellow her bossom. Though Remiel gets to sit back and enjoy the show Isra's eyes are watching far more closely. She is noting every little tik and tok, the gears that make the illusion work. She seeks out the small pieces of the interaction before them that makes the illusion come alive.

She seeks flaws, discolorings, things that could give it away. She and the fox will break it down bit by bit when the night is over, seeking to perfect the illusions that Isra has come to rely so heavily on. Perhaps too much so. Then the dreamers cross her mind and she thinks again.

Remiel will find her returning his smirk though it is for different reasons. She's satisfied, if nothin else. Pleased even, with how well her pokemon's illusion takes hold. None are the wiser, none need know what happens in this building beneath the shadows.

Remiel Calcifet
>>fin!

They wait, because Isra and her pokemon know the value of patience. How drawing it out can have an effect all its own. She wonders, does the pokemon pull the arrow more taught with every second that passes?Does it grow lax as nerves settle in? How does the faint chuckle of the banette in the distance effect it?

How about as it grows closer?

And better yet, when it steps out on the bird's right. The energy seeps from the crack in the planes, seeps from the fabrics of the doll body that has been seeping in it. It seeps from the will-o-wisps that had clung to him and followed him in now dispersing about the field on the waves of phantom energy.

For a battle with Isra Nightingale is always about more than just the move. Her pokemon's phantom force is not the only threat now, so too are his ghostly will-o-wisps placed like ghostly bombs before the pokemon.

Selena Desmarais
>>Banette uses Phantom force to flank decideye!
>>The will-o-wisps are dispersed around the field!

Isra watches as the boys choose to pursue the madman, she herself feels no compulsion to do so. Certainly if there were no witnesses to be had to the spectacle (and she did, indeed, consider it to be one) she would have wasted no time leaving the gentleman in the hands of her Noivern. Sophia was a rotten creature, she would have been delighted to toy with something such as him.

Insead, she turns her attention to the flames and the fires, with her gardevoir teleporting to Remiel's side to offer aid once the empoleon was satisfactorily up to par. Isra choose to convene with her Milotic, checking on the flames that by now are being reigned in not only by them but by actual responders.

She does here something on the wind however about some sort of pychic message, the details of which she choose to ignore.

Remiel Calcifet oscar clayton

Isra. Sinks.

She seeks the sand, to feel it drift through her fingers.

She reaches blindly, re-emerges. She's not satisfied. It's obvious in her eyes when she turns to see him, having chosen to follow her and she makes a decision.

"Madman."

Yet she grins. She finds the surface of the water again and breaks it, reaching once more for the stars at the bottom of the ocean. She finds none however, they slip through her fingers. She only returns to the surface barely, reaching up to watch water and sand alike slip through her fingers.

Not yet then she thinks, the stars do not return to them yet. Too bad. She might have liked to see one.

"You'll get a chill you know, following me out here." it's not concern in her voice, something else settles into it. The ocean has an effect on her, that much is certain. She does not make a move to return to shore, not just yet.

Remiel Calcifet

There is a moment of silence as Isra watches the mist roll in, the pship that follows it soon after. She blinks and curses in her mind.

"I would appreciate if you didn't do that." she states quite plainly, tapping a third pokeball without hesitation. She's content to leave her gardevoir at her post, her Banette continues to corral the pokemn and pirates maing their way on the deck. He even goes so far as to use his shadow to shove some of the into the toxic spikes being left behind by their friends.

It is the pokemon that emerges from her pokeball that takes the stage however, the automaton, the black golurk that goes wherever she does opens his maw. The sound is like grating metal as he steps forward and disappears into nothing at all.

When he reappears by phantom force he is upon the deck of the pirate ship. The pulsation of a growing earthquake soon cause the ships boards to creak and shake until they begin to splinter apart from the force.

It's too late- the explosions sounds.

The crash, the crunch, the screams fill the air.

"What else have you got?" she asks the most capable seeming trainer aboard, there needs to be a plan. There needs to be something to get them out of this.

Valerio Dachev

Isra pulls her hands back from the book with delight as it answers her, turning the page to something else interesting for her to skim over. She reads with care, paying close attention. It is something of pure fascination that fills her eyes now For there is a saying in old Sinnoh where are people are known best amongst the shadows.

The human body is a Nightingale's playground, for better or worse.

Reality and truth draws her attention for a moment, the technical jargon flies over her head. She understands it in a vague sense for many grueling and difficult nights for FERNANDO SILPH have taught her to navigate technology well enough to do her job but much of it still escapes her.

Isra retrieves and holds out her phone blindly, the shadow of her ghost breaks in its play to pass it along to Remiel and return to enjoying himself again. Isra will let him deal with this her part in this, she can be shown better how it works later.

Right now old world float above the pages in her eyes and fill her mind.

Remiel Calcifet Cillian Quinn

It takes everything Isra has not to chuckle at the response of the crowd, the little girl deciding to defy the silence. It puts a little truth in her smile that wasn't there before. She resists the urge to shake her head, keeping it steady instead as they make their way up the marble steps, the sound of her heels delicate and soft against the stone.

"Something you should have told me back in the carriage?" you know, when they had ample timme to speak of such things but instead here they were, speaking it in hushed whisper and they grow closer to the woman who seems more like a looming statue than anything else.

It is a good thing Isra is used to such entities. Her own mother quite adept at being a looming presence. She's far more interested in the building behind her, the archetecture catching her attention and keeping her focus more than anything else. Well, save for the glances at her dark haired prince, Remiel being the only other thing so far worthy of her attention.

Remiel Calcifet

It becomes very obvious very quickly that they are two very different people from very different worlds. She can feel it in the shake, she can see it in her eyes, it's plain as day.

Despite this Isra finds herself oddly.... curious. "Please do." oddly enough, she grins.

Isra turns to her pokemon, the gardevoir is already eyeing her knowing it is time to go even though there is always work to be done. Isra thinks for a moment before nodding to the pokemon and turning to go.

"You are welcome to keep her with you awhile, she enjoys such work. She'll return to me when she is ready."

It is several steps before she turns back. "Her name is Lucille, by the way, should you need it."

Kaida Adachi

At first she tries to contain her laughter and then she thinks better of it, deciding to let it loose at the idea that a ghost might be quiet. "You must have quite a way with ghosts then." her fox snicker too, as if thinks they must not be very ghostly at all then. Most of her own are playful tricksters, perhaps it is Isra's fault for allowing them to have their fun so readily.

The woman starts to skip as she makes her way through the route, comfortble in the night. "Is that the only thing that makes you like ghosts?" she sounds cuirious, if nothing else. After all, ghost always lurk in the shadows and her own is no different.

Katherine Fairburne