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POSTED ON Oct 28, 2020 16:07:57 GMT

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

There's something wrong.

Alecto searches cold amber eyes with her own, stilling her breath for a moment when the man brings forth a strange, modified version of a pokéball. The laughter that spills past his lips then is soft, but Alecto can hear a strange sort of triumph in it and - for the first time since she's stumbled upon this place -she feels like she's taken a wrong step somewhere.

A vertiginously wrong step.

Brief sparks of electricity still dance across her vision when a creature emerges from the strange ball, it's width extending to the edges of Alecto's vision.

Wings of midnight whisper across the downpour, darker even than the night around them. Darkness creeps along its flank, drinking in all the surrounding light, like there is a void within this creature and it is ravenous. Alecto can't help but think, despite the creeping sense of dread that has taken a hold of her, that this twisted version of Lugia is glorious.

It is impossible to miss the way it stops at Gavin's silent command. Unable to face its violent, crimson stare, Alecto looks instead down at the man that holds the leash. Her mind is busy scouring through every book and article she has read over the years, feverishly going through hundreds, thousands of pages - only to realize that this is something outside her own realm of knowledge.

Her hands twitch and she realizes she's gasping, yearning mixing with horror. She nearly takes a step forward before she knows what she's doing. How? The question slips past her lips without her meaning to, utterly hypnotized by the entity that stands before her.

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POSTED ON Oct 28, 2020 11:53:05 GMT

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

Throne returns to Alecto without its prize, but the woman pays it no mind. Her eyes pause for a brief moment on the Lycanroc, assessing its menancing posture and the heavy breathing that, she is sure, normally preludes a bloodthirsty engagement. She is not too worried about the electricity - both Claydol and Galarian Yamask are ground types and immune to it. Her own Rotom Phone vibrates in her pocket, hidden from sight, most likely sensing the gathering energy.

Sensing the threat of this newcomer, Seraphim the Claydol uses POWER SPLIT on it at the same time as the shadows around Throne seem to condense into a DESTINY BOND with the same pokémon. Alecto has always been a fan of mutually assured destruction.

"A collector." She repeats, drawling out the word. There is hidden meaning in those words, though Alecto is helpless to untangle it. She finds herself studying the confidence - not arrogance, that is a whole different matter - and sense of purpose that cling to the man like gathering cobwebs. "Feel free to impress me."

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POSTED ON Oct 28, 2020 11:04:35 GMT

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

Laughter meets her request, high-pitched and childish. Alecto still has a safari ball in her hand, but she doesn't throw it - she wants to take a look at the creatures who are haunting her. But for that, she first has to find the door and let some light in.

Hands out in front of her, the dark-haired woman stumbles into cardboard boxes and others objects strewn around the room. She is utterly blind, but she manages to eventually find solid walls beneath her fingertips. Following along and feeling for grooves in the textured surface, Alecto finds that this room might be some sort of storage room. The floor seems to be littered with all sorts of objects - obstacles now - and the walls themselves seem to be a perch for countless pieces of - what Alecto supposes must be artwork, though she can't be quite sure.

Eventually, she finds the door and opens it, having to narrow her eyes at the light that draws in. When she looks back, the storage room is empty.

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into the long night [c]

POSTED ON Oct 27, 2020 16:41:31 GMT

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

Sparks of electricity run up Alecto's arms as she moves them. When she looks up, she can almost see the static in the air -- charged with enough energy to send a tingle down Alecto's spine. There's only a flimsy barrier between herself and the increasingly angry pokémon on the other side, but Alecto's more interested in the cold, amber eyes just behind it.

Her eyes narrow at his words, and there's something under the cold anger in her voice. Something that might hint at curiosity. "Yes, who are you?" she drawls out, more to herself than to the man. She has never let anger blind her to the possibility of gaining some knowledge and today would be no exception.

A subtle flick of her hand releases a second pokémon into the battlefield, the Claydol floating silently close to her. At the same time there's a strange shimmer right behind Gavin's head. Throne, the Galarian Yamask, would phase into existence just long enough to swipe at a few blonde hairs before phasing out again and reappearing next to its trainer.

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POSTED ON Oct 27, 2020 9:50:55 GMT

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

Alecto's hand brushes up against something cold and not-quite-there, like she has just put her hands inside a bucket full of ice. The sudden sensation vanishes, leaving an unpleasant tingle in its wake.

Then it is back, but this time it only brushes the side of her torso. For a moment the area there is numb to the touch, as if frozen. Alecto pokes at it until all feeling returns, then listens to her surroundings.

A childish giggle echoes around the room and - strangely - inside her head too. There's a ghost in here, or several, toying with her.

"Show yourselves," Alecto croons out sweetly, hands on her remaining safari ball.

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POSTED ON Oct 27, 2020 3:40:57 GMT

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

Throne shifts slightly, and a shimmer erupts like a wall between the two opponents, not unlike the CRAFTY SHIELD that it'd used to protect the ritual site from being ruined by the downpour. Sharp green eyes watch from behind its protective screen, first focusing on the Zeraora's approach, then zeroing in on the man's face as he speaks.

Instead of stepping up to his dare and attacking him, Alecto cocks her head to the side slightly. "Do you know what hostile ghosts do to a human? They don't usually bother with the body; they just want what's inside."

She would know. She'd studied this kind of thing extensively. A couple of seconds pass before Throne abruptly phases out of existence like the ghost it is.

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into the long night [c]

POSTED ON Oct 27, 2020 2:59:02 GMT

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

"I would have blamed the weather forecast." The tone of Alecto's voice is as dry as sandpaper; she sounds slightly bored even if the flash of emotion in her eyes suggests otherwise. The woman gives the Castform by the side a pointed glance, as if she were blaming it instead of the weather station -- after all, she's perfectly aware of the power they hold over weather patterns.

Unfortunately, Alecto appears decidedly unimpressed with Gavin's words. Her body tenses, however, when the Zeraora prowls out from behind his trainer and electric energy crackles in a display meant to be intimidating. To Alecto, it looks like a wet, overgrown cat.

"Down, kitty." The smile she sends their way is as sharp as the dagger she's used to cut open her hand - and the way she says those words makes it hard to understand if she's referring to the human or the actual pokémon. Maybe she's referring to both.

The gauze around her hand has turned a deep crimson, but Alecto pays it no mind. A shadow passes over her face when Gavin threatens her - and for the first time there's an actual hint of a cold fury in her features. "I dare you to take a step closer, kitty."

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POSTED ON Oct 27, 2020 2:22:17 GMT

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

The arched eyebrow Alecto throws Gavin's way suggests that she might think him simple-minded. No matter how focused she'd been on her work, it would've been impossible to have missed the approaching rain clouds - and there hadn't been any to speak of when she'd arrived.

So Alecto doesn't even bother dignifying that particular sentence with a reply. Her attention is instead caught by the electricity running along the fur of the cat-like pokémon behind the blond man, confirming her suspicions.

"Really," her words are dispassionate, yet there's an undercurrent of threat in them, "so your electric creature definitely wasn't the one who ruined my many months of work."

Throne does not move from its position despite the man's words. Faced with a wave of hostility from a bigger, unknown pokémon, it does what it was taught to do. There is a subtle, near-invisible shadow that briefly surrounds the Galarian Yamask, as it attempts to level out the playing field by using a POWER SPLIT.

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into the long night [c]

POSTED ON Oct 27, 2020 1:04:31 GMT

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

There's no visible reaction to Gavin's threatening words. Alecto's green eyes are like shards of ice as she looks the man over, filing away details for future study, but otherwise utterly dismissive of his aggressive posture.

"I would be, as you said, minding my own business - if not for the tree that ruined my work."

She shifts her gaze to the Zeraora, lips curling in distaste. "And I suppose that one is the creature to blame?" She doesn't miss the twitch in Gavin's hand, and Throne, her Galarian Yamask, moves slightly forward to put itself between the two humans.

notes: ~~show her shadow lugia she'll love it~~
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POSTED ON Oct 27, 2020 0:25:24 GMT

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

If it were not completely and utterly dark in this room, someone might have seen the absolutely delighted expression on Alecto's face. Even the cold breeze that makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end (and doesn't made sense given that this is an enclosed space) doesn't bother her too much.

Alecto follows the giggles until she trips over something, the resulting yowl informing her that she's probably nearly stepped on another Purrloin. But she already has one, and unfortunately it is too dark in this room for Alecto to take notice of the cat's unusual coloring.

Instead her hands reach out for the darkness in search of some sort of reference point. She winces when she finds a small chandelier, it's metallic surface somehow sticking to her fingers. Why couldn't it have been clean?

She puts it back into place and turns, finding that she's utterly lost. The dimensions of this room don't make sense given the rooms on either side of it. Or maybe being in the dark has befuddled her somehow. Or maybe-

Maybe something is afoot.

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POSTED ON Oct 27, 2020 0:09:41 GMT

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

Alecto looks up at the sky when one of her symbols is smudged by a single, annoying drop of rain. Frowning at the gathering clouds, she has but moments to decide how to salvage her whole preparation. With a whispered curse, Alecto calls forth her Galarian Yamask and soon the shimmer of a CRAFTY SHIELD envelops the arcane symbols drawn on the ground.

The scent of ozone is her only warning before a THUNDER strikes at the closest tree, and one of its branches shoots outward and down. Alecto's quick to move out of the way as the branch falls--

Straight onto her carefully designed ritual.

For a moment she's too dazed to react. Then her eyes fall on the drenched books, the smudged symbols, the fallen chalice and she feels something in her go cold. It turns absolutely freezing when she manages to catch a few words coming from the nearby tall grasses.

Someone did this. Someone had ruined her months of hard work to- what, play with lightning?

The cultist moves through the tall grasses with light feet, uncaring of the rain. She stops when she spies a head of blond hair and some sort of ridiculous-looking feline pokémon. "What," her voice drawls out, absolutely deadpan, "do you think you're doing?"

She will kill them.

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POSTED ON Oct 26, 2020 12:27:04 GMT

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

Alecto was quite proud of her pie -- and of course, she knew that her home-brewed coffee was second to none. She'd made sure of that a long time ago. The woman wasn't even surprised anymore when Jaspar haunted her front door early in the morning at the first sign of that delicious caffeinated liquid. She would too.

Regardless, the pie and the coffee made for a wonderful bait. That, and Jaspar himself if news were to be believed. From what Alecto had been able to unearth in the news and on the internet (using some of her less than savoury sources), these aliens were very keen on flesh. Human flesh if they were being choosy too. But seeing as it would be somewhat counterproductive to burn Jaspar, they'd made do with pie. A very enticing pie.

With the stage set, the only thing left to do was to wait. Alecto crouched behind a small outcropping of rocks, Seraphim a steady presence at her back. A ways to her left was another pokémon, a Cryogonal she'd purchased some time ago when her fridge had broken. She'd been meaning to either sell it or release it, but she'd ended up finding the snowflake strangely charming.

It was overcast, and a strange mist rose over the ocean. Out of the corner of her eye, Alecto spotted movement. She held her breath as several aliens approached, still not visible to Jaspar. They were a small group of four, but-- It was more than enough for what they had in mind. They only needed the one, really. "Come on, come on closer..."

When they started running in Jaspar's direction, batons in hand, Alecto grinned. She whistled sharply and Seraphim disappeared from her side, reappearing on top of Jaspar and TELEPORTing him away -- and to Alecto's side. At the same time, Sandalphon the Cryogonal moved forward in a practised motion and the air around them turned freezing as it threw a FREEZE-DRY at the gathered aliens, hoping to either knock them out or at least stop them... hopefully, not dead.

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embrace the void [dw/o]

POSTED ON Oct 26, 2020 11:44:04 GMT

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

Alecto listens to Katherine's response with only half an ear, most of her attention focused on the big ghost that abruptly materializes at the edge of her circle. As with the other times, there is not much of a visible reaction from Alecto. Yet, if one were to look closely they'd be able to discern the sudden glimmer of excitement in moss-green eyes.

The Dusclops doesn't step into the circle, but instead looms over Alecto, thick swatches of fabric floating around its body eerily. The single red eye focuses on the human within the circle with worrying intensity - and the shadow of a smirk paints itself over Alecto's lips.

Saint appears on the Dusclops' head, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight as he opens his jaw to bite, only to be swiftly batted aside by a meaty hand. The small pokémon is thrown to the ground, smudging some of the symbols within the circle.

A strange shadow seems to bleed out from the Dusclops, reaching out to the Sableye on the ground and holding onto it for a small measure of time. Alecto has studied CURSEs and she knows that it hurts the user as well as its intended target. Before the Dusclops can take a step closer, she throws a pokéball at it, in an attempt to catch it.

Regardless, a deep frown takes over her features at the smudged circle -- and a sigh of frustration escapes her. "You'd be sent here?" she asks Katherine, studying the other woman briefly and digesting this new information. So the woman would have to be someone strong and relatively well known. Interesting.

Large tomes are quietly and efficiently gathered into a backpack. "Perhaps you would allow me to accompany you in your rounds?" Now that her hard work has been disrupted -- Alecto finds her curiosity drifting over to other subjects, specifically to the location she's studied so much, yet hasn't explored. And, of course, she finds a strange budding kinship with this woman who seems to understand ghosts without undue fear.

ATTEMPT TO CAPTURE THE DUSCLOPS

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POSTED ON Oct 26, 2020 10:47:39 GMT

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

Moonlight spills over the tall grasses, highlighting their gentle motion brought along by the ever constant breezes that flow through Route 117. Alecto knows this area well, so she doesn't hesitate as her boots step over fallen logs and splash into puddles left from earlier rains.

Several tomes are neatly tucked under her arm, which she arranges into a circle as soon as she finds a spot she deems acceptable for what she has in mind. White chalk materializes in her hand, and the woman starts drawing symbols onto the rocky ground. She's efficient and meticulous with her work -- she has to be, otherwise this won't work. The timing has to be exactly right.

This particular ritual has been months in the making. Weeks spent pouring over books and articles, long nights stretched into mornings of feverish research and finally, finally she can put into practise what she's learned.

Alecto doesn't even wince when a small blade cuts the palm of her hand, blood spilling onto the ground beneath her. She's barely breathing, moss-green eyes following the preparation. A cold breeze makes the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

Just a few more moments -- and she'll have her answers.

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POSTED ON Oct 21, 2020 19:27:43 GMT

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

There was something dreadfully familiar in the way Klara looked at Alecto when the latter returned from having dealt with the drunken guy. The emotion was stamped in the other woman's eye, clear as crystal, as she looked up. Not quite fear, but close enough to be recognizable.

Green eyes shuttered at the sight of it, all the warmth that had been building up in them leaking away in an instant. Something in her shuddered, and she closed her eyes against the onslaught of memories that was slamming against the walls of her mind like ravenous beasts. Alecto gulped once, twice, then locked that particular box closed. She was good at that.

Her mind did its best to comb through the last minute, looking for a plausible cause for Klara's sudden fear. It made no sense that Alecto had frightened the woman so much unless Klara hadn't been looking at Alecto in the first place.

Unless she was scared of -- Saint.

It took but a few seconds to command him away. However, when she faced Klara again, the woman was gathering all her belongings in her arms. Words written with haste glared at Alecto from the sweat-imprinted page lying on top of her books - and she couldn't help the sharp pang of disappointment that followed.

'People with demons are always the most interesting', Alecto thought, wondering if this fear was in any way connected to the woman's (presumably) missing eye.

"Klara." She wasn't sure she'd catch the woman's attention, but she attempted to anyway. She was about to say something else, but stopped. Alecto could be good at some things, but reassuring people was definitely not on that list. She opted to keep it simple and factual. "It is gone."

Regardless of the woman's response, Alecto thought of the card stuck between the pages of the fairytale book with information about her library. Standard procedure, really. If Klara ever wanted to buy a book or make another deal, she'd know where to go, though Alecto highly doubted the woman would want to set eyes upon her again - given the current situation.

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notes: ren-faire mission // their demons don't play well together :x

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