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[quirkynote]

[The grumpearl projects an image and this time it's of A.B.A, her chimeric form sprawled across one of Oran's many beds. She looks tired, more than usual, and especially for someone who's been out of commission for a couple of months.]

...It would appear that I've fallen ill. I'm...disappointed in myself, I don't fall ill, I'm supposed to be better than that. I survive, I rise, I'm supposed to be filled with potential. ...It's this body, it's weak, even now it's weak. Mightyena was kind enough to allow me back into the guild, and that's where I'll continue to recover. It feels bad... I feel bad...

[A pause.]

...I was aware throughout most of it, at least...I think I was. A lot of it amalgamated with my thoughts, swirling, like a dream. ....I know some of you were there, although it's possible that was also part of the dream. You should tell me if you were actually there or not, s-so I know what the reality really was. Please say you were there...

What else... Oh!

Before I succumbed, a very rude mongoose was able to tell me what my Pokémon species is called. She called it Type: Full. I like that...

...

[At this point, A.B.A isn't sure how to end her message, her stray thoughts just sort of...slipping out.]

I'm not sure what else to say...

I'm hungry. I can't buy snacks stuck in bed...

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[ Bones? Wait, real bones and not rocks hallucinated into the shape of bones? How many bones?

(Hey Ingo, about the Pokemon you think are lost in the fog.) ]

I am Emmet. I am immune to ghosts, yes.

More intimidating though. Hmm. Not sure about that part. What would you suggest exactly.

Also, elaborate on the bones.

[quirkynote]

I'm....not sure how else to elaborate on bones.... Ngh... Um... The...hard, rigid parts that make up the skeletal system... Providing support, structure, and protection to the body. Bones are made of...connective tissue reinforced with calcium and specialized bone cells. Most bones also contain bone marrow, where blood cells are created.

[A pause.]

They are...crunchy.

[With the way her eyes start to dart around, it's clear she's trying to come up with more bone information. As if this is ANYTHING he actually wants to know. Maybe she should focus more on his intimidation...]

You said you can shift forms...right? You simply have to take your current form and...amplify it.

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Oh. I mean more. How many. Scattered? Individual? Full skeletons? Is it a lot of them, enough for search parties who got lost, or does it look more like singular Pokemon who got lost at different points? Oooorrrr is it more than that even?

[ How haunted should they expect the forest to be, A.B.A, ]

As for changing shape ... I have maybe figured out a llllittle bit of it? Work in progress still.

[ What have the Hisuians mentioned? 'Alphas'? Ehhhh... ]

Though I am not sure how exactly I am supposed to test whether or not I am managing to be scary enough. Hypothetically.

[ Ingo has issues with the Zoroark thing for other reasons, and honestly it feels like it'd be a sweltering day in the Great Chasm before a bunch of the others here would ever admit they were scared of something. ]

[quirkynote]

[Oh!

Well!

That makes much more sense, then.]

The entirety of the forest floor was coated in bone, like a mass grave of sorts... Although...the fog did blanket it from sight. You wouldn't know what you were stumbling into until you...stumbled into it...

Paracelsus was waiting for me there.

[Hang on, give her a second. She shuffles slightly on her bed before holding up...an entire Gogoat skull. The skull itself is clean, at least.]

See? Isn't he beautiful...? Not quite my Paracelsus, but a Paracelsus all the same. Smile, dear~

[Just gonna...wave the skull around.]

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[ She ... named the Gogoat skull. Sure. This seems like a better thing to focus on than the apparent entire mass grave of bones carpeting the ground somewhere in the central forest that no one thought to mention before now, considering Ingo very nearly wandered right off into it.

(So, very haunted! Very, verrrrry haunted.) ]

Hello, Paracelsus! I am Emmet. It is verrrrry nice to meet you.

1/2

[quirkynote]

[As Emmet addresses her stupid skull, something feral unleashes in A.B.A, causing her to react reflexively.]

KEEP YOUR LEERING EYES OFF MY-!!

[quirkynote]

[She stops. Catching what she just pulled, which is honestly a lot of self-awareness for her. But she did tell Paracelsus she was going to try to be better... Perhaps this is a sign that she actually has it within her to change...

Or maybe it's just easily to reflect when deep down, she knows it's not the real Paracelsus.]

I mean...

[With a small sigh, she places the skull down, removing it from the psychic image.]

He doesn't wish to speak with you right now. He's...shy.

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Well. If that is all then.

[ Is this resource guarding. Maybe Type: Full (that is a verrrry fake name. Whoever got dibs on naming this one sucked at it. Someone should give the species a better name,) is a very loyal and protective species?

Or maybe that's just A.B.A. ]

That is okay. Sometimes I do not want to talk much either.