Cuddly Things in Dark Creepy Places [Mod]

[Kyrie Vyler]

Now this is what Kyrie was all about. Darkness, silence, solitude - minus the countless ghosts that were watching her no doubt. It still felt uncomfortable, that feeling that she was being watched; but there was just something different when pokemon were the ones that stared. It was probably because pokemon or more of the curious sort than the cynical ones. Like an innocence that humans didn't possess. Probably why they're so loved as well, other than the fluffy fur that was. It was a peaceful place to walk around, fiddling with her handheld. Not to mention it's light was wonderful in the dark dreary place.

On the girl's shoulder was the fluffy form of her eevee who merely watched the pixels play across the screen. Unlike her creepy grinner and her evil looking metal ant, the eevee was like one cuddly little neck warmer. He was so docile compared to the sableye who liked to pop out of his ball and hijack her handheld or her durant which would always try to eat her stuff. Literally, everything on her person is on the menu for that hungry critter.

Kyrie gave the creature a quick pat on the head, "I wonder if I catch more guys like you my ma and pa will finally give me a break." Mammon in turn only gave out a questioning 'kyuu'. He didn't say his name like a normal pokemon would, or if he did it was short and quick that it sounded like a squeak or chirp instead. Of course if she was going to catch something that would have a temperament like Mammon, they'd most likely not be in a ghost filled house. There was a saying that ghosts were tricksters. Or was that the dark-types? Kyrie didn't know. She didn't even know Asmodeus, her Sableye; was both a ghost and dark type until she found out while playing with her dex. Poke-genius this one. Worst case scenario, she could always just pick a shady corner and pull out her games. That never goes wrong.

[Eristotle]

And in this corner. . .



. . . an angry sock Shuppet!

Ability: Frisk
Gender: Male
-Moves-
Shadow Sneak
Sucker Punch
Curse
Spite

[Kyrie Vyler]

Of course it didn't take long for Kyrie to find herself face-to-face with one the manor's ghostly residents. Actually it was Mammon who spotted the floating piece of cloth first, giving his trainer a little yip. When the girl did tear her eyes away from her screen to stare up at the little creature, she wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Sure she'd seen skitty, some pikachu families, and some other fancy/showy pokemon back in her hometown. But that... it was a cloth. A cloth with eyes that looked like it stole a horn from the nidoran family. She stared it for a long while and it back at her. Of course she could've just pulled out her pokedex to find out what it was but Kyrie being Kyrie, didn't think of that.

"It looks pretty cute. For a floating piece of cloth. Mammon, you mind?" The girl tapped at the eevee on her shoulder while putting her system away in a deep pocket. The eevee jumped down from it's post, letting the girl feel natural chill in the air. Already she was missing her neck warmer. "It's cold here so let's hurry this up. Mammon, bite." A simple command, lacking in the enthusiasm a more enthusiatic trainer might have; but a command nonetheless. Acting more like a dog than a fox like it appeared, Mammon wagged his puffy tail and charged at the shuppet. Teeth bared, he jumped up at it; chomping down on the being's form. It let out a cry and wiggled off it's attacker, striking back with some mysterious move that did... absolutely nothing. It was kind of wispy, shadowy.

Ah that was it, a ghost-type move on a normal type. Kyrie could remember reading that in a book one time. Okay it wasn't a book, it was an online card game but she still remembered it. That counted right? "We must've caught it offguard. Mammon again, bite." The eevee yipped and began to run at the other pokemon again, only for him to suddenly get thrown back back by some dark-pink looking attack; leaving Mammon with a bruised cheek. He was sent sliding backward, stopping himself by twirling around and charging back the pokemon for another bite. Kyrie hadn't noticed until then, but the opposing pokemon seemed to take a lot of damage from the nibble. It's frame looked more delicate against the sharp fangs and soon enough the pokemon was trying to wiggle it's attacker back off, only to collapse down onto the ground.

...

"That's it? Really? Good job Mammon." Kyrie was no battler so she didn't know the typings all too well. Heck, she still didn't know that the shuppet was a shuppet. As she pulled a ball from one of her many pockets and tossed it at the fainted pokemon, Mammon was strutting around, beaming with confidence after his first success. C'mon cute little doll thing. Come to mama so my mama doesn't chew me out when I have to talk to her again.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Success!

You caught the Pokemon!
Remember to add it to your PC and remove one Pokeball!

[Kyrie Vyler]

Kyrie watched as the ball tipped this way and that, amazed that the dang thing didn't just go rolling down the hall. Mammon was still strutting about with that ever so proud look on his face. It was relatively peaceful despite a battle just taking place. Somehow it reminded her of brushing hair, so tangly in the morning but once the tangles were out it was all smooth sailing. And lots of praying that there wouldn't be any wind that day. Yup. Just like now. Tip, tippy-tip, wiggle, and blink. The girl watched with a nonchalant looking before going to pick up the ball. Least she caught something. Now no one could complain. Except for her.

"Time to go Mammon." The girl said simply, tapping at her shoulder. Like a bird, the little fuzz ball yipped and ran back to his trainer. Gracelessly climbing up her until he was at his comfy spot on her shoulder. Kyrie gave the pokemon a quick pat and the head then began to as quickly as she could toward the exit, not even bothering to pull out her handheld. It was one thing to catch a pokemon, it was another to suddenly be swarmed by them. So by Kyrie logic - got one, get out.