[Soren Vale]

This was the best of any place to begin 'the tour' for Soren, the teen found the mysterious ruins of the once magnificent structure just too good to pass up. He kept to the outer yards with his eyes practically sparkling at every single pebble of design he could spot that wasn't of natural causes. Shoka hovered closely to her master, the absol much more on guard than the boy who trudged about. It was definitely safe to say that he was enjoying the beginning of his school life more than his classroom reactions would lead to believe.

Notebook in hand with his pen running rampant on the pages, the boy was rattling on about this and that; most of it being gibberish to his pokemon's ears. It probably wasn't the smartest idea to go digging about in his school uniform, the black already tainted by smudges of dirt and a few clinging pieces of vegitation. Even his hair held some foliage from when he tried to climb up a series of vines that had laddered a wall. The bruises on his hands and butt proved that was not the best of ideas. Not in the least. Shoka still seemed to be fuming about that too, the fluffy white pokemon practically had her chest or side attached to him. He wouldn't complain though, she was quite warm. And fuzzy. Fluff was always good in cold places.

"Shoka! Shoka! We should check inside! This was once a palace y'know! Ah man, I can't wait to get back to the library for some research." Soren tugged excitedly at his pokemon's shoulder, giving her a good scratch in the the thick of her mane. The pokemon let out something like a snort, leaning against him until he stood; then she just clung to his side. It was clear she was not nearly as happy to be heading into more 'danger', guessing the dark-type could feel and hear the 'residents' of this ancient palace. For the boy though, experiencing and seeing what could live in such a place as well as how time claimed back the built was more than magical to him. It was downright heart-racing! It almost made him want to skip, a smile clearly seen through the gap in his mask.

[Preferred Spawn: Sigilyph/Rotom]

[Eri]

Behold!




Species: Yamask
Gender: Female
Ability: Mummy
~Moves~
Shadow Ball
Ominous Wind
Mean Look
Destiny Bond

[Soren Vale]

Shoka's caution would prove valid in the end however, the duo barely reaching the front doors when the dark-type suddenly bit onto Soren's clothes and threw him back. Ever-so-gracefully, he landed on his rump; bouncing a few times while he just looked ahead in both a daze and confusion. "...Shoka?" He'd manage before the pokemon too her stance against a... mask. A floating mask. What?

Soren stared at it for a long time, his eyes following it as it bobbed about in the air. There was definitely a chill in the air now, not helping the staring contest between the three. The absol let out a low growl at the floating 'thing'. Soren was fairly sure it was taunting her with how it kept approaching and running away. In the end she'd have enough, giving Soren the stink eye with that aura of demand. There was a soft chuckle from him, "Hah... Can we not? Please?"

...

The pokemon was set her ways, only narrowing her eyes at him with that intimidating look she often gave him. Sometimes it seemed like she'd flay him alive for being so hesitant, probably would too if he weren't her trainer. "Fine, fine..." He let out a softer sigh, taking a good look at the floating mask. There was a certain mysterious grace about it and if his absol hadn't stomped her back paw on his foot, he would have undoubtedly gone into 'ruins gaga-mode'. Instead he held his tongue and excitement, pursing his lips at the still staring quadruped. "You can be evil sometimes, y'know that right?" She only let out another snort.

"A floating mask... Psychic or ghost... Perhaps even steel? No that mask doesn't look steel. Shoka! Let's start off with a Psycho Cut." He analyzed, snapping his fingers with the order. Obediently the Absol bounded forward, her horn glowing a psychic pink to white before she swung her head about; sending out a perfect crescent of energy toward the floating mask. The attack landed, revealing both a whispered squeak as well as the true form behind the mask. It would have been an understatement to say that Soren's eyes widened, oh no; those things practically popped out of his head with glee. "Shoka! SHOKA! Its a ghost! A Yamask ghost!" He bounced about, letting out a rather girlish squeal toward the end. He only got the roll of the absol's eyes as she took a return Shadow Ball to the head. The little creature holding the mask wasn't nearly so amused as the boy, that was for sure. But it seemed like that first Psycho Cut had got it pretty bad, a little tear visible from one of its eyes. There was some gurgled poke` speech before Shoka sent another wave of Psycho Cut at the angry little ghost, earning a gasp of disbelief from her master.

"Oi, oi, oi! It was talking shouldn't you have listened to it!?" He flailed about behind her, not even mad that she had attacked on her own. It was more sad that he was much more worried about the ghost than happy about her initiative. The Absol ignored him though, letting out a low growl as she found the gaze of the Yamask's Mean Look. Her fur bristled against the feeling, even the boy could tell that wasn't good at all. Just because he wasn't an exceptional trainer or battler didn't mean he was blind against what was happening. "That doesn't look good at all." He mused aloud, "Lets switch it up with Night Slash!" Again he snapped his fingers at the same time as the order, the absol following in sync perfectly. Her claws burned with a dark power aimed straight for the little creature which braced itself against her. That attack seemed to do more than what the cuts had been doing, a harsh whisper of pain escaping the pokemon but it was what happened afterward that made Soren more than a little worried. His pokemon seemed to stiffen, shaking herself loose as if nothing had happened.

But they would get their chance to test out her body once the little ghost spat out another shadow ball at the two, the sphere being cut on the horn of his Absol; causing an explosion and quite a bit of dust to get thrown up. Coughing, Soren tried to shield his eyes against the enraged earth; sneezing once when the dust had all but faded away. Shoka held two bruises on her face from the two ghost attacks she'd taken, the floating ghost seemed to be having some trouble keeping itself stable. Whether he wanted to risk Shoka taking on more damage or try to catch the weakened pokemon early; it was something he was never quite proficient in deciding. Shoka seemed like she'd be able to continue on thanks to the healing sound of the bell around her neck, but then it didn't look like anything too painful beat her down. Minus the balls that was. The explosion alone was enough to worry him. But he'd risk it if only for that look that she was giving him.

"Alright girl, let's try one more Night Slash." He commanded in a hushed voice, his fingers still snapping. Again the Absol's claws were coated with darkness, slashing them at the wounded little ghost. It tried to move out of the way this time, unable to get away fast enough from the white huntress. It went down, bouncing on the old stones before trying to drag itself away. A little cry left it, most likely berating that dark-type with how the female held a threatening look on her face. "Let's not completely beat it down okay Shoka?" He huffed, racing forward a bit; searching around his jacket pocket for a ball. Finding one, he ripped it out from its place; tossing the capsule at the downed ghost before his beast decided she wanted to dye her horn a new color.