Psychic UNITE![Kirsi]

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The sun hung above Ecruteak, basking the city with it’s radiant light. Here and there, clouds dotted the sky and a slight breeze swept through those outside. And Morty, not wanting to waste such a beautiful day, decided to leave his bleak and dreary Gym to venture into the bright streets of his home. He smiled as he walked past citizens and soldier alike, greeting them as was appropriate of a Gym Leader. But of course, he met more stern-faced, battle-worn warriors then the happier faces he normally saw. After all, his city was sacrificed for the Lux regime and turned into a military base – making many of its citizens decide it was time to leave. He didn’t really miss them per se, they were hardly nice to Morty, but he missed seeing people that didn’t look so grim all the time. Honestly, these men and women could use something to cheer them up.

As he mindlessly walked through the streets of his city, the young man began to ponder in what glorious ways could he boost the soldier’s morale. He knew his signature pranks were out of the question because the last one almost made them chase him out of the city with pitchforks. Then a sudden chill began to creep on his surroundings. He recognized this feeling; it was his Gengar, Kane. And sure enough his shadow pulled itself off of the ground and materialized into the ghost-type. Unlike most trainers, Morty prefers that his pokemon be allowed to wander and explore the streets of his city. This was as much their home as it is his so why should he confine them to pokeballs. Besides, should danger arise, they could hold their own. And Morty, well, he was no pushover himself.

“Yes, Kane?” asked the Gym Leader, reaching over to pet his beloved pokemon. But Kane just grabbed his master’s arm and began pointing towards a far off direction. Morty blinked, was there something strange happening there? The man then gently pulled his arm away from his pokemon and closed his eyes, allowing the psychic energy within him to surge through his body. Even with his eyes closed he could see but beyond normal human vision His ‘eyes’ traveled through Ecruteak, searching for whatever or whoever Kane was pointing too. He saw Yoma rummaging through trash, Suzu stalking a soldier, and then he saw Hanya interacting with a girl he has never met before. Well, that was certainly odd. Among his group of rowdy ghost pokemon Hanya was the shyest. All this time the pokemon lived in Ecruteak she either remained in the Gym or hid in the allies. Never did walk…float…towards a single soul unless in a battle.

When Morty released his psychic abilities he asked Kane to fetch him Fujin. He wanted to do some investigating.

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Hanya the Yamask floated through the many alleyways of Ecruteak, tears flowing down her golden mask as she reminisced about the past. Unlike her ghost friends, Hanya was the only one who remembered the life she had before. She was grateful for her master, Morty, who treated her so well and allowed her to forget the past; the past was very painful. But at times like this when she was alone, she tends to remember. She doesn’t forget. She was floating towards the exit of the alley when she spotted a girl she has never met before. Pretty girl. Strange girl. Something was ‘off’ about the energy she was emitting. It was similar to…Morty. Strange. Very strange. Silently, Hanya floated towards the stranger, her golden mask reflecting the rays of the sun.

“Yamaaaaask.” Who are you?

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[kirsi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=float: left; margin: 0 5 0 10;][style=background-color: #ebebeb; border: 10px #cc0066 solid; padding: 2px; height: 80px; width: 80px;] [/style] She stumbled briefly over a raised slat of asphalt upon the ground, blinking in surprise as her steps faltered. "Oh..." it was a quiet sound she exhaled with light breath to regain her footing. Her left hand shot out, her fingers spreading lightly on the wall to balance herself and stay standing. The young woman silently resented her unfamiliarity with the city - and the fact that it was apparently a Lux military base. Kirsi didn't wish to risk allowing her pokemon out of their pokeballs - she had no idea what Ecruteak's regulations on pokemon were for anyone other than officials or soldiers. It's not like I'd use them to fight, anyway... she thought, ...probably just one out at a time to see...no more than three to play. Her hand slid against the brick wall as she stepped carefully down the path she'd taken. Though she'd entered the city no more than a half-hour ago, she had the feeling she was in an enclosed space - wider than the span to the edges of her fingertips, but only just. Perhaps I'm in an alley? she wonders, feeling a left-hand turn in the wall, and she follows it. That seemed the most appropriate. She stopped after the whispered sounds of voices seemed to breeze by her ears, and she blinked. She was in Ecruteak for the first time, was it possible she was already so close to one of the two sacred - at least in her mind - towers of Ecruteak. "I hear you..." she murmured to the voices, but was unable to speak to them any longer when she sensed another presence. It was that of a pokemon. A living pokemon. It gave her a familiar feeling, almost like that of Mismagius or Chandelure. A ghost-type? She turned towards it once she heard its voice sound, her free hand extended calmly. "Hello there..." she murmred quietly to the pokemon hovering before her, looking to where she felt its voice had come from. "...I won't hurt you. Are you lost?" [style=color: #cc0066; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 1.5px; font-size: 30px; font-style: italic;]spirits of those passed, ❚ WORDS: 341 ❚ TAGS: nomnom as Morty ❚ NOTES: so excited for this thread c: ❚ CREDITS: Ambassador Tanz [/style][/style][/style]

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“Yamaaask,” My name is Hanya, strange one. Lost? I am never lost in Ecruteak. It is my home for thousands of years both before and after I became what I am today. My master, unlike other trainers, allows me to travel in the city wherever I wish until he calls… It’s amazing how a single prolonged word could be derived into a string of sentences. Pokemon, aren’t they amazing?

“Mask,”He just arrived here, actually said Hanya as she looked up into the skies. Sure enough a shadow blanketed the surrounding area as Fujin blocked out the sun, surrounding the trio in a golden Halo. Hanya rolled her eyes, typical Fujin to make a dramatic entrance. What a show-off.

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Morty smiled, it was no coincidence that Fujin used this spot to make his grand entrance. The pokemon always had a flare for the dramatics, to the point that Morty was considering signing him up for contests. The only problem was Morty wasn’t sure he lead his pokemon into contests as well as he does into battle. But perhaps Fujin can already be contented with making some superb entrances. The scene below the trainer was the same as what his psychic eyes saw moments before: Yamask talking to a stranger. The leader dropped down from the Drifbilm right beside Yamask, holding out his hand to the girl. “Hello there, my name is Morty of the Ecruteak Gym. Welcome to the city,” he said with a smile.

“Kane, Fujin, you can leave now,” called out the Gym Leader over his shoulder. Both pokemon nodded and Gengar melted into the shadows while Fujin just disappeared. Now, back to the girl. “This is the first time Hanya, my Yamask, would greet a total stranger. She’s incredibly shy, so I was wondering what makes you so different.” Morty blinked; there was something off about her appearance. Her eyes, to be specific. “Are…you blind?”

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[kirsi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=float: left; margin: 0 5 0 10;][style=background-color: #ebebeb; border: 10px #cc0066 solid; padding: 2px; height: 80px; width: 80px;] [/style] I... Kirsi felt her thoughts begin before falling silent briefly, as she let the sound of the pokemon's voice echo in her mind. ...I shouldn't be able to understand you. That was a pokemon - a living pokemon. Kirsi blinked twice before letting a small smile pull at her lips. I can only hear and speak to the dead. Then again, everything this pokemon said wasn't understood. I can only hear bits and peices... Kirsi thought, It's alive, but its like part of it has died...or something. Kirsi realized she could not explain the situation, and instead took what little she was capable of understanding. "Hanya...thousands of years before..." the Medium murmured quietly, "Amazing..." That was certainly something. He arrived? Perhaps the pokemon meant its trainer? Kirsi heard nothing, and she was left to look around briefly before the person's feet touched down upon the ground, as though he'd been hovering in the air. She blinked with surprise before turning to face the sound expectantly. With his words, she almost lit up like a Litwik's flame. Morty?! Her eyes widened some, excitement bubbling inside her. Really?! it was like a childlike dream come true. She hoped she wasn't blushing. "Hello." she responded quietly, letting her tone fall before he spoke again, speaking to what she assumed were his pokemon. Unlike some, Morty appeared to notice the cataracts in her eyes immediately, coming out and forwardly asking. Surprise forced her smile a bit larger, before it faded to her usual, tiny one. "Hanya...when I spoke, she spoke back." she glanced to where she felt the pokemon had last been. "I didn't understand but a few words, though." she said, both perplexed and amused by that fact. Finally, she answered his question, "I am, and you're one of very few that noticed without being around me for more than a few minutes." She giggled quietly, closing her eyes with her laugh before opening them again and looking to where she'd heard his voice from. 'Your eyes are very keen." The Medium extended her hand forward, holding it out to shake his, if he took it. "My name is Kirsi." [style=color: #cc0066; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 1.5px; font-size: 30px; font-style: italic;]spirits of those passed, ❚ WORDS: 357 ❚ TAGS: nomnom as Morty ❚ NOTES: she acts calm but she's fangirling on the inside XD ❚ CREDITS: Ambassador Tanz [/style][/style][/style]

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Morty blinked in surprise. Speak? Understand? He knew that among humans there are those that possess remarkable gifts. They are the oddities of the world, and among those oddities Morty has heard of those capable of speaking with pokemon. Not through telepathy as what is common amongst psychics and their pokemon, but through the actual language of the creatures. To meet a woman capable of such a feat would be remarkable; the highlight of his day, perhaps week, maybe even month! He looked at Hanya and smiled, she must have seen something special in this girl. She wouldn’t have left the shadows of the alleys for a regular human.

“What do you mean understand? Can you actually speak the language of the pokemon?” asked the Gym Leader, desperately hoping she would say yes. Morty smiled at her compliment of his eyes, mostly because he liked to be praised than for any other reason. He loved receiving compliments from people; it made his feel special and wanted. Feelings he never had during childhood thanks to the now-gone residents of Ecruteak.

“Thank you,” he said, “I do pride myself in keen eyes!” Well, not really. He was most proud of the his ability to see things off in the distance, see things a normal human shouldn’t have been able to see. He prides himself in his ability to battle with his pokemon, especially during the war where battle prowess is needed to stay alive. He prides himself that during his first year as Leader crime rates in his city have dwindled. There were many things he was proud of, but physical features weren’t really one of them. Still, compliments were compliments and he would get them wherever he could.

“I am Morty, it is a pleasure to meet you, Kirsi!” he said, shaking her outstretched hand. “Welcome again to the city! I must ask though, what brings you here? Ecruteak isn’t really the most tourist friendly place right now and it’s odd to find people coming in that aren’t boring, plain-faced soldiers whose all business and no fun. But you seem fun, fun fun fun.”

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[kirsi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=float: left; margin: 0 5 0 10;][style=background-color: #ebebeb; border: 10px #cc0066 solid; padding: 2px; height: 80px; width: 80px;] [/style] Kirsi laughed quietly, shaking her head some at his enthusiastic questioning. As much as she thought understanding what pokemon said in their own language would be amazing in itself, it would likely make her even more crazy-sounding than she currently was. However, he had asked, so she would tell him, despite the fact part of her screamed she shouldn’t, while the other part of her was more than delighted to tell him, regardless of the reaction he may give her. ”Unfortunately I can’t speak to pokemon.” she said gently, not wanting to crush his spirit, ”But I hear and understand the dead…when I hear them, I speak back and they respond. However…” she pauses, thinking about past encounters she’s had in the burial grounds of the regions she’s visited so far. ”…I can’t be sure if they understand me as well, because of not what they say, but how it’s said.” She couldn’t help but smile at his energetic reactions to what she said, glad to hear that she’d apparently said something or other right, to garner that sort of reaction. She felt a fresh flash of heat race to her cheeks when he took her hand gently, and felt as though she would possibly faint from his physical contact. Morty’s hand… were she the over-excitable sort of fangirl, she probably would have squealed happily rather than simply blush and clutch the sweater she wore over her heart. …his touch is so wonderful… ”Thank you for the warm welcome, Morty…” she responds quietly, though distinctly happy, her expression unable to disguise the admiration she holds for him. ”I came to visit the two towers and listen to anything spirits had to say. I’ve lived in Kanto my whole life, however…I’ve never been to Ecruteak before.” She shakes her head some, looking back up at him, ”A bit ridiculous, I know. Almost shameful, in my opinion, being a Medium and having never visited when I’ve been so close.” [style=color: #cc0066; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 1.5px; font-size: 30px; font-style: italic;]spirits of those passed, ❚ WORDS: 327 ❚ TAGS: nomnom as Morty ❚ NOTES: fangirl go ❚ CREDITS: Ambassador Tanz [/style][/style][/style]

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Morty was disappointed to know Kirsi couldn’t speak to pokemon – because wouldn’t that be the highlight of the year? – but his jaw fell in amazement when he learned she could speak to the dead. That was freakin’ awesome! She was psychic – or at least a derivative of which if one were to go into technicalities. And if she was psychic, that meant she was like him! An ‘freak’ in the standards of society but obviously an individual gifted with an additional talent.

“D-d-dead!? Cool!” he managed to say, shaking off his amazement.

The Gym Leader didn’t know why knowing she was psychic made him like her even more, but he did. Call him superficial: he didn’t care. “Does that only include pokemon? Or can you speak to dead people as well? Holy crap we have got to meet-up in a cemetery? Can you imagine what we can learn from the dead? I mean we can potentially tap into millennia of information, we could solve hundred-year-old murders, we could find out a nana’s secret pie recipe! Holy crap, it’s a hundred times more awesome than my powers.” Morty’s mind was running too fast for him to hear about the girl’s doubts about her gifts. He only managed to snap back into reality when she mentioned not going into either of the towers.

His jaw dropped again, this time of shock rather than amazement. Really? Two of the world’s most sacred of locations – the beacon for all the supernatural and the supernatural wannabes. This wouldn’t do. Quickly the boy called for his Drifblim, intending to fly the duo towards the top of the Brass Tower – where the damn bastards have yet converted into a hospital. “You. Me. Brass Tower. Now. I refuse to harbor a psychic that has not visited either the Brass or the Bell Tower. It just isn’t done, Kirsi. We psychics have a responsibility; to visit all the voodoo-filled place the world has to offer! It’s just how we work.” He said, just as he lifted the girl onto his arms when the flying pokemon materialized. “Fujin, Burned Tower!” he commanded, stepping onto the Drifblim’s outstretched arm. The Leader then stepped onto his pokemon’s large, bulbous head. “Onwards!” he yelled, still holding onto Kirsi.

Fujin rose and floated towards the tower…Fujin wasn’t exactly the fastest flyer. So because Morty’s shoulders were beginning to ache, he gently placed Kirsi onto Drifblim’s head. “I wouldn’t move around too much. Drifblim’s head isn’t exactly flat.