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the lonely dark [sw]

POSTED ON Jan 29, 2021 15:37:10 GMT

For someone who chose to spend most of her waking hours with her nose stuck in a book or two, Alecto was coming to appreciate these long walks through nature. It was cold enough that the green-eyed woman did not feel uncomfortable, the brisk winter breeze feeling refreshing over the pale skin of her face.

Saint was perched on her shoulder, grinning like a lunatic at nearby pokemon, showcasing a row of perfectly razor-sharp teeth and the willingness to use them should any come nearer. Alecto, for the most part, let him do his thing. She wasn't one to overly worry about whatever damage to the local ecosystem her Sableye might cause.

Case in point when the ghost type chose to vanish from her shoulders, and a cry followed soon after. It was only curiosity which led Alecto to follow the sound, weaving her way through thick foliage and over some brambles to peer at whatever Saint had decided to torment.

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a taste of red (MM)

POSTED ON Dec 19, 2020 20:26:11 GMT

"It's not the waking,
it's the rising."

She had been watching her date for some time.

The invitation had come a few days ago - to attend this festival as one of the vendors. What no one had seen fit to tell her then was that she would automatically be signed up for a ridiculous speed dating event. Even the thought left a bad taste in her mouth.

But here she was. And it appeared that the red-haired man - who just so happened to be her first date - had a beloved of sorts, though Alecto could not seem figure out which of the two gorgeous women he had been staring at. She just hoped they were not here expecting to include her in a threesome. Or a foursome.

Either way, too many people for her taste.

When she approached the table, she slid a cup of warm mulled wine in Sénon's direction, keeping another by her side. Her hand reached out to his, fingers brushing over his skin in a detached manner.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Sénon." Her voice had a promising lazy, low cadence to it that was somewhat lost on her monotone delivery. Moss-green eyes studied the man, vaguely noticing the designs covering his skin. "I brought us some mulled wine; it is dreadfully difficult to find quality wine in these parts." A shadow of what might've been a smirk twitched her lips before she continued. "Unless you know the right people."

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ADVENTOUR: METEOR FALLS 6A

POSTED ON Dec 2, 2020 15:21:50 GMT

"It's not the waking,
it's the rising."

Curiosity is an insidious thing. It trickles up your spine and wedges itself in the crevices of your mind, subtly stealing your attention in quiet moments of peace. Before you know it, you've been reeled into its sharp, hungry claws like a puppet in the hands of a skilled puppeteer, dancing to a tune you have no knowledge of.

Alecto had heard of the adventours due to her good friend and partner-in-crime, Jaspar; and while the man itself unfortunately had not been able to come with her, Alecto had quickly found herself a group to explore the mysterious tunnels of Meteor Falls with. There were, after all, lots of gullible, greedy trainers out there. She just hoped they were minimally efficient.

"Abaddon." Her voice was a monotone; she would have seemed utterly bored if not the sharpness of her moss-green eyes. The Togekiss, however, was the antithesis of his trainer; his gentle, warm disposition a contrast to Alecto's cold, indifferent regard. "Fairy Wind."

With a musical croon, Abaddon flapped his wings gently, a sweet scent enveloping the area briefly before a rose-hued breeze hit the weakening wall, cracks spiderwebbing from the sudden collision.

"One more attack should do it." She could already see the part where the wall was giving in, a burning curiosity flashing in her eyes when she thought she spotted something under the loose rock.

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gimme another week

POSTED ON Nov 17, 2020 11:57:24 GMT

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the haunting at finis hollow [alecto]

POSTED ON Nov 16, 2020 18:28:32 GMT

"It's not the waking,
it's the rising."

There are a great many things Alecto expects to finds in the subterranean maze of tunnels and cavernous halls ahead of her; her mind is imaginative enough to come up with a myriad of scenarios, none of which pleasant. In none of those, however, is a young picknicker girl stumbling out of the dark and nearly into Alecto's arms.

A visible look of surprise overcomes Alecto's usually stoic expression, even if for only the briefest of moments, and her brows furrow at the yip that comes out of the girl's mouth. She's allowed to study the small girl for a short amount of time, taking note of the strange curiosity in surprised eyes. A trickling suspicion materializes in the back of her head, but she remains quiet as the girl moves past her.

Green eyes chase the young picknicker, narrowing when the girl bids her to follow. Unfortunately, Alecto hasn't heard the chanting and does not know what the mute girl is running from. She takes a few precious seconds to make a decision, hand hovering over her belt before she releases a Froslass. "Sabriel, I need you to keep watch. If you see someone, warn me. Do not let yourself be seen."

Her voice is steely, and the ghost pokémon disappears into the wall before Alecto turns to follow the young girl, curiosity overcoming common sense. If needed, the woman thinks, she'll disable the girl and leave her as bait for whatever lies at the center of this mess.

After some time Alecto notices a flickering light blinking at her from somewhere in front of them. The dark-haired woman falters, letting the girl go ahead while she opts to remain in the shadows.

The last thing Alecto needs is to be caught in here when League officials arrive. And if they do find her, she would do well to make them disappear. After all, there's already a culprit in place. But -- she'd rather not take that step if she can help it.

Leaning against the wall, Alecto watches.

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vanilla ice [dw - ice/ground]

POSTED ON Nov 14, 2020 19:25:46 GMT

"It's not the waking,
it's the rising."

"Weaviles can be nasty creatures," Alecto mused, following McFlurry as the smaller woman stepped onto a steep icy path. They certainly would rip Alecto's own team of ghosts to shreds, hence why she wouldn't be against owning one herself. "But this is also a harsh environment to survive, nevertheless thrive in." Which made all the more curious the cautious ease with which her guide moved through these perilous paths.

At the mention of legendary scares, however, Alecto's moss-green eyes sharpened in interest. Her hand reached out to grasp McFlurry's shoulder, stepping up to the woman's side. There was an edge to the pull of her lips, a intense focus to her expression that belied her previous indifference. "What do you mean, legendary scares?"

The rhythmic rumble of something akin to footsteps diverted the woman's interest. She followed her guide, peeking around a cave wall to see the familiar shape of a Golurk stomping its way down the icy halls. "Saint," she whispered, the Sableye nodding once before disappearing from his perch.

The stomping grew more furious, and when Alecto looked again she saw Saint furiously weaving between the ghost's legs, the FOUL PLAY distracting the ghost before the Sableye chomped down on its calves. Alecto watched as the golem released a chilling, mournful wail before falling onto the ground, the impact itself like a mini earthquake.

Alecto stepped out from behind the cave wall, casually throwing a pokéball at the fallen ghost. Once she was sure she'd caught the Golurk, she then turned her attention to her guide. "Well?"

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well fed devils [c]

POSTED ON Nov 14, 2020 17:57:53 GMT

"It's not the waking,
it's the rising."

The vehemence in Gavin's words catches Alecto off guard and she pauses as she's taking the mug of coffee to her lips. Here it is, she thinks, the first real pearl of information about this man's convictions. She files the knowledge away for later study. "I had to make sure," is what she says, setting the mug of coffee softly on the table. "Power and small-mindedness, I have found, do not go well together." She has gone through that experience once, and she is not eager to do so again.

Alecto loathes to admit to her lack of knowledge. Her brow furrows slightly when she thinks back on the articles that she has read, but this type of information in and of itself is extremely sparse, even in academic circles. "Frustratingly little. There are theories about corruption in Pokémon, but..." Most of them do not have scientific value.

Despite this, a secretive smile blooms on her face at the hint that there are other corrupted Pokémon besides the legendary. There is no disguising the spark of interest that ignites in her eyes.

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Looking for Volunteers [m]

POSTED ON Nov 14, 2020 17:10:38 GMT

"It's not the waking,
it's the rising."

Alecto quickly called her two Pokémon back into their pokéballs, making sure they were safely secured to her belt (it wouldn't do to lose her pokémon mid-flight; it would be dreadfully inconvenient having to search for them afterward). The dark-haired woman didn't even take notice of the remaining alien being smashed to bits, shards of limbs and organs strewn all over the frozen area.

Having the two aliens secured to Golurk's back, it was time to go. Her hands reached out for Jaspar's and she managed to climb all the way over to the Golurk's other shoulder, albeit with some difficulty. "Thanks, Jaspar," she breathed out, not used to any kind of extenuating physical activity (save for book lifting of course).

The flight back to Verdanturf went by thankfully uninterrupted. By the time their destination came into view, the sun had already disappeared under the horizon, its dying light coloring the world in shades of pink, purple and orange. "We should go around town. It would not do to have people see us." Not that they'd be able to see much, but still. Alecto wanted to play it safe. There was a small enclosed backyard attached to the bookstore where Golurk was directed to land.

Alecto swiftly unlocked the back door to the bookstore, making sure the way to the basement was unimpeded. "Are they unconscious?" Alecto asked, descending the stairs down to the underground level and flicking on the overhead light. Her fingers hovered over some of the pokéballs on her belt, wondering which one to start with.

There were two chairs in the middle of the basement, surrounded by a wall of books, a wide table with research materials and a strange altar on the side. Humming in thought, Alecto finally released a Dusclops into the room. "Dominion, stand right over there." The glint of a blade flashed in her hands as she motioned for the Golurk to step inside. They'd have to cut the aliens from the ghost before strapping them to the chairs.

And then the real work would begin.

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Alecto's gachapon

POSTED ON Nov 12, 2020 18:40:33 GMT

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embrace the void [dw/o]

POSTED ON Nov 11, 2020 13:01:35 GMT

"It's not the waking,
it's the rising."

One of the heavy tomes is carefully tucked under her arm, the backpack she has brought with her already overflooding with books, notes and other supplies. It groans under its own weight as the cultist swings it over her shoulder.

A Gym Leader, then. Mauville's gym leader, which specializes in ghost types. Thinking back, Alecto should have had an inkling, but in truth she has never bothered with the whole Pokémon League affair, finding it mind-bogglingly tedious. Redardless, the knowledge settles into her brain and Alecto files the fact away to be picked apart later.

A wild Swoobat flies overhead, it's screech temporarily desrupting the quiet of Mt Pyre. Saint materializes atop Alecto's shoulder again, jeweled eyes following the flying pokémon as it hisses threateningly. Alecto clicks her tongue and the ghost type settles slightly, moonlight glinting off of its sharp teeth.

"Lead the way, gym leader." Alecto motions to the path that winds around Mt Pyre. If she finds the lie in the woman's words either she does not express it or she simply does not care.

"I am familiar with a fair share of rituals; it is part of my job as a researcher."

PASS

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vanilla ice [dw - ice/ground]

POSTED ON Nov 11, 2020 11:21:21 GMT

"It's not the waking,
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Strange she might be, but at least her guide seemed to know what she was doing. Alecto followed the smaller woman down the second path, eyes flickering to the ice formations creeping up cave walls as Mcflurry's words floated around her. Although Alecto kept silent, she was listening attentively to her guide.

The earthquake caught her off guard, and she stumbled before managing to regain her balance with a grimace and a hissed curse. Saint wheezed his strange laughter at her.

Mcflurry's Steelix made short work of the wild Aurorus drinking by the edge of a frozen underground lake, leaving the area open for exploration. Alecto blew some hot air into her cold gloved hands, stepping up to McFlurry's side and studying the 'clearing'. The Sableye perched on her shoulder seemed to be in his element, his wicked grin alarmingly wide.

"Are there any off-limits areas?"

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POSTED ON Nov 11, 2020 10:59:48 GMT

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99. POISON PATROL

POSTED ON Nov 8, 2020 1:42:50 GMT

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HEX / SHADOW BALL / DESTINY BOND / TAILWIND

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spaces between the stars [sw]

POSTED ON Nov 4, 2020 16:03:11 GMT

"It's not the waking,
it's the rising."

When the scent of tea reaches her, Alecto thinks she must be hallucinating. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, the woman follows the smell to a moonlit clearing. There is, much to her befuddlement, a whole picnic arrangement set out on the grass. Even from this distance, Alecto can see the cheerful red basket and several plates of food atop a blanket.

Everything is deathly quiet and still except for the light plume of steam coming from a beautiful, if cracked, porcelain cup. Saint hisses threateningly at it and comprehension dawns on Alecto, a faint shadow of a smile curling her lips.

When she draws closer to the picnic, she sees that the food has rotted to some sort of weird brown mush. It smells like something died in here, which Alecto honestly wouldn't be too surprised about. The only thing that seems fresh is the tea - she can recognize the scent as black tea, the only thing that - in her expert opinion - can ever compare to coffee.

"I think you won't find a victim tonight, little ghost." Her words are gentle and tender, the kind that she would never use on another human. "You'll be coming with me."

Saint, as ever, is swift and efficient with his victims. A bit of spilled ectoplasm, a small 'thump' as porcelain hits the ground - and finally a flash engulfs the small clearing from Alecto's attempt to catch the ghost.

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vanilla ice [dw - ice/ground]

POSTED ON Nov 3, 2020 10:13:18 GMT

"It's not the waking,
it's the rising."

The Steelix was a little much, Alecto thought, watching as it slammed then chewed on the wild pokémon that had crossed its path. The cave rumbled around them as the steel type moved around, slamming into boulders and cave walls. At least in her and the guide's area everything seemed pretty calm.

A quiet hiss caught her attention as the Sableye on her shoulder disappeared from sight, clearly having noticed something. Alecto wasn't too worried, knowing that the pokémon could handle itself in these situations. She didn't have to wait long before it reappeared dragging a squealing Swinub. As her eyes fell on them, Saint the Sableye chomped down on the Swinub, clearly wanting to take a piece for himself.

Before the Sableye could make a meal out of the poor pokémon, Alecto sent a pokéball to catch it. "I see," Alecto responded to the other woman, feeling Saint resume its perch on her shoulder. "I am prepared for battling." Her eyes fell on Mcflurry, a hint of humor flashing in them. "You do not need to worry about protecting me."

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