Due to the Dead (Open, Mod)

[Fate Lancaster]

Fate had heard about the forgotten graves through his dorm mates. While many chose only to spend limited time in this forlorn, somber, place Fate had made it his mission to check the place out. From the moment he first visited the graveyard more than a week ago and saw its sorry state he made a new mission for himself; give the dead who rested here their proper dues. So many of the graves were worn, in disrepair, fallen over, or generally not taken care of that it turned his stomach. The dead didn't deserve this. This was especially true of the graves he suspected belonged to pokemon. That's why he spent his after class hours tending to the graves now. For the last week he had taken the time to pull out all the weeds around each grave, dust the graves off, fix some of the ones that had fallen down, and in some instances even replace the hold headstones that had crumbled away with rocks he had some of his dorm mates help him carve into new headstones. He had started to get weird looks because of his dedication and passion to tending to the graveyard but he truly felt that it deserved better than to be "forgotten".

Hell, in the twilight hours he began to pour over many of the history books and records on the island and try to find the owners of some of the graves so that he could at least mark the graves in some way. No one deserved to be forgotten like this. No one deserved to fade away, alone, into obscurity. Fate brought the same passion to this as he did to battling. Nothing he did was ever halfhearted or halfassed. Fate was all about giving it his all in everything. Sure it made him seem like a weirdo and an odd duck but it was worth it to give the dead and lingering spirits in the graveyard their proper dues. He was even wary of trying to capture or seek out any pokemon in the graveyard. He didn't want to cause a commotion or disturb the eternal rest of those interred in the graves. Still he knew that one day his constant visits would attract the attention of those wild pokemon that called the graves home. He always came prepared for that inevitability by bringing his gear with him.

On this misty evening, with the sun just barely setting into the horizon, Fate had just finished standing up a few more of the many headstones that had fallen and was doing his daily routine of kneeling in front of every gave and laying a flower plus a single coin on the graves. Sure it meant that he'd have less money in the long run but he felt the coin went to a worthy cause. In some cultures it was believed that the toll to cross into the after life was a coin to pay the ferryman after all. He would place the items and then pray. There was so many more graves in this place. The task of tending to them all certainly was Herculean in nature; but Fate would tend to them all. That's just who he was. He asked for no reward, no payment for his actions, simply doing one last kind act for those that were no longer in this world.

Of course he wasn't opposed to a curious pokemon appearing so that he could potentially grow his team. It just wasn't the main thing on his mind. Though tonight he felt that he'd be receiving company.

((OOC: Looking for ghost pokemon (and maybe that elusive fennekin) mostly. However I'm not opposed to any spawn really. I'll roll with anything.))

[Annie Prince]

Venturing away from where she was required to be was a novel concept for Annie. She had lived most of her life in a single city, never once leaving it between her arrival twelve years ago and her coming to Gray Garden. So for the first few weeks, Annie had mostly roamed the parts of the academy grounds where her presence was either encouraged our outright required, making an exception only for the snowy mountain peak that was inhabited almost exclusively by her favorite type of Pokémon.

Now that she was starting to get more comfortable at the Academy, Annie was curious about other parts of the island. The fact that the school had its own graveyard--and an old graveyard, one that had been abandoned, at that--was intriguing to her. She liked old things, and old graveyards were full of old stories that most people had forgotten. What could she find, if she went to explore it? This was the question that had convinced her to go check it out.

Holding Dušana in one arm and her egg from Breeding class in the other, Annie approached the graveyard. She knew that the egg needed to be kept close in order to help it hatch, and now seemed as good a time as any--before class started again. Why Dušana was with her was a bit less apparent to any observer: it was their little secret, one that only Annie and Dušana were in on, that this Snorunt's final form in the branching evolution chain was destined to be a Ghost-type. Why not get the little one a bit more attuned to what she would become?

Inside, she found to her surprise that some of the graves looked freshly tended despite their evident age, though others remained in disrepair. How unusual; why would this be?

She found her answer a certain ways in, in the form of a tan, white-haired boy not terribly far removed from her own age, who was engaged in some sort of prayer ritual over the graves. Annie did not wish to interrupt. Something about his actions struck her as deeply sacred, in a way that resonated with her even though she did not entirely understand what he was doing. So rather than speak to him before he noticed her, she offered her own silent prayers and blessings for the unknown dead.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Biiiiiird.

Ability: Super Luck
Gender: Female

• Haze

• Faint Attack

• Pursuit

• Quash

Spooky rock.

Ability: Pressure
Gender: Male

• Dark Pulse

• Memento

• Ominous Wind

• Sucker Punch