Alex, Haley
While Haley continues conversation, Alex holds out a pokeball, allowing the flaaffy to have itself be captured..!
Alex captured a lvl 25 bold male flaaffy with static and fluffy charge!
"I wouldn't mind your theories. Even if wrong it's still probably better than what I can think of. Should I send out a mon to talk to so you have a better understanding?"
After confirmation, Haley sends out Buttercup, happily talking to the pokemon in question... Observation continuing for a couple more moments before the question is asked.
"Have you verified this works on any pokemon, or simply grass pokemon? Current hypothesis is it may be a supernatural mutation stemming from your affinity towards grass types."
Following that, Haley confirms that Rhem is talking about "aura stuff", and gets Alex on the case... Who seems to be... Far from a master on the subject himself.
"Aura reader is usually a rather passive instinct. Aura pulse requires more focus, and is usually used to relay messages to someone using the aura. It can be used to skim surface thoughts as well, but only if the recipient is willing."
Izzy
As the strange rain begins to sink in, dark thoughts seem to form at the edge's of Izzy consciousness... Even if she manages to push them away, for now, taking only the damage from the hail as she loses a tick of HP. But Bugsy seems... Not so lucky. His eyes seem to narrow, almost unnaturally, as his feet almost painfully dig into Izzy's skin as it just begins to
fume in anger..! It honestly illicits some amount of worry, even if the little bug is glad to oblige and fire an electric ball off at the honchkrow, doing some hefty damage... Izzy meanwhile pleads to one of the murkrows. It seems to hesitate, not exactly considering Izzy friendly, but at least seeming to hold back on attack for now...
The Honchkrow though has no such qualms- Whipping up a storm, although none like Izzy might recognize it... One of dark, brewing clouds, whipping around both her and Bugsy and striking... Dealing 45(78) damage to Bugsy, and 45(20) to Izzy! The remaining Murkrow seems intimdated by Kay's presence, and hits her with a wing attack for 31(21) damage...
Another Murkrow appears, attracted by the sounds of battle.
Weather: ??? (4 turns remaining)
(25/21) Kay 65/86
(23/19) Bugsy enraged 12/89
(17)Murkrow
(16)Izzy 46/72
(16)Shadow Honchkrow, trapped, stuck, heavily injured
(16)Murkrow idling lightly injured
(15)Murkrow lightly injured
((Give me focus checks again. DC 10 for Izzy and Bugsy, DC 7 for Kay. And you can roll a d6 and check the handy little table below should the roll fail...))
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1: Grief - confusion
2: Depression: disabled
3: Hatred: enraged
4: Obsession: infatuation
5: Fear: slowed
6: Insanity: ???
Koa
Koa panics just a little bit, eventually deciding to hide in the room while waiting for... Whatever, might appear. Finding a decent spot behind one of the attractions, he waits, but finds his attempts of listening for anything approaching impossible with the laughter still surrounding him. Which doesn't mean he can't see, instead... As the creature's approach is indicated by glowing runes on the walls and animatronics beginning to "appear", in a distinct blue color... As the decorations on the wall seem to turn far more sinister in it's glow, and the clowns appear far more... Demonic. As the actual creature slowly beings shuffling into the room. A rather ghoulish apparition. One could almost be convinced that it were simply a kid around his age, maybe a couple years longer, or at the very least rather on the scrawny side... Although that might as well have a different cause. While the kid was rather well-dressed, the top of his outfit was soaked in red... Rather natural, given that his head was completely missing. Instead, there was a lantern... A blue light flickering weakly within, as the creature seemed to shamble forwards with little purpose... Right up until the room goes silent, save for one animatronic... The one that just happens to be closest to him.
"OVER HERE! OVER HERE! OVER HERE!"
Irene
"of course, my friends are about to work hard for my sake, so the least I could do is try hard for them... though my curiosity did take over part way"
Jack doesn't respond. Instead he just simply gestures you to sit down for a moment, sitting himself down with his own cup... The towel is still at the ready, just kind of awkwardly hanging over an arm as it still exhibited just a little bit of warmth.
"Is there anyway to help them? They might be scary... but to be cut away and tossed into an urn like that, just seems sad. Eliza always being faced with a her worse fear, and reflection, but never being able to grow. Hilda she helped me a lot, and yet not only did I leave her, I couldn't even tell her goodbye..."
"Eh... You don't need to worry about them, kid. Truth be told, they're not as real as it might appear... I suppose you deserve to know the truth- Or at least a part of it. As you' might have seen for yourself, that there urn is far from just a common trinket or bauble..."
"But much as I wished there was some kind of artifact that could just... Cut away that which I loathe, things are never quite that simple, I'm afraid. Not that the story was false... But the urn was mostly just symbolical. In truth, the only thing that can change you... Is yourself."
"The story behind all of it is still true... But those issues did not get solved by some hocus pocus. They were solved by dedication to one's self, and one's friends."
"Heh... This is usually the moment where I'd ask if there was a symbolic something you'd have to offer yourself. Something tells me you're happy just the way you are, though."
"What would have happened if I had 7 statues for the indentations?"
"Hmm..? Oh. Don't worry about that, you're not missing much. Just a little... Look behind the scenes, I suppose."
Phoenix
Phoenix allows whatever Midas might have planned... Feeling his influence take hold for a moment, as he stares the head chef right in the eye... And speaks.
"I believe that you want me to take this burden off you."
The head chef blinks a couple times, his mouth hanging open for a second... Shaking his head for a brief second before nodding.
"Actually... Yeah, know what, I guess you're right. That girl is... Fucking creepy, to be honest."
"It's just some drinks. Make them, and you can deal with her, alright?"
With that confirmation, Midas' presence fades once again...
Bjorn
Bjorn backs off for a moment, before kneeling back down- Trying to give the Marshtomp a friendly approach.
"How are you going, buddy?"
The creature pops it's head out of the water slightly, shooting over a couple harmless, playful bubbles... But otherwise seems quite happy staying in the deeper end of the shallows. Luna gives over a friendly wave and a smile, though, which seems to coax it a bit closer...