As Darkness Falls-Welcome to the Old Chateau

Azleyla smiled at Helena in greeting.

"Usually I would pet a Pokemon I was introduced to, but I wouldn't want to push Helena's tolerance of me." she told Korbin as he examined the spotless dining area. "But I do have some poppins with me, if Helena would like one. What kind does she prefer?"

Azleyla was walking along the walls of the large room, marvoling at how clean and dust-free everything was. She ran her finger along a wooden end table, and came back without a speck of dust. She frowned, and touched the flowers, wondering if they were real or not.

They were real, and completely alive and healthy. Azleyla shivered, and moved along quickly, petting her Absol for comfort. Abby growled softly, looking into a corner of the room with a harsh glare. Flare automatically moved closer to her Trainer, feeling the imminent danger, but not seeing it.

'Ee Hee! Play nice little Pokemon, or I'll be forced to punish yoou.' a singsong little girl's voice echoed in Azleyla's head, and her Pokemon's. 'Just like I had to punish your little frady-cat trainer who looked into my play-room, and that other hunk of a man who followed!'

The voice seemed to move around, seeming to come from one spot in the room, to the next. It finally came to rest seeming to come from next to Azleyla's ear.

'Ee hee! Wouldn't you loove to see his precious life-blood splattered all over that wall, Azleyla?' it cooed, sending shivers down the girl's spine. This voice was just for her, and not her Pokemon. 'I know I would! The me and my cousins can paint pretty pictures with it!' Azleyla was frozen to the spot as the little girl whispered in her ear.

'By the way, my name's Mary Ellen! We live here with grandpa! You'll have to wait to get introduced to the rest of my family, I know you're dying to meet them! Ee hee!' the voice was fading. 'Well, toodle loo! I have a bunch of other new toys to play with, but don't worry! I'll be back soon!' And the presence left.

"Hey Korbin, does the room feel like it's spinning to you?" Azleyla asked, feeling dizzy from horror.
 
PerfectMonster:
Nice job. You did well for a first post. now, EXPLORE THE CHATEAU!

KillehKiwi:
HehEh. Nice job bringing in your own NPC. Is Mary Ellen going to stick with you for the whole RP?
 
Helena had always been good at meeting new people and Pokemon. In this case, she had been unsure about Leyla; she could already sense some bond between her and Korbin, and she wasn't particularly fond of the prospect of losing her master to some girl. But Leyla's notice of her beyond just a nod of the head earned her some points, to be sure. Her ears perked up at the thought of a Poffin. Korbin usually fed her home made things from the eggs of various Flying types, but she'd had Poffins before and regarded them as a sort of candy.

"You're too kind," Korbin answered for her. "My gentle girl here likes hers bitter. Why, I'll never understand, but it's her choice, I suppose." Helena cooed happily and nuzzled her master's neck, thanking him in her silent way. But as happy as she was about this treatment, she was still uneasy about being within the Chateau. She shivered and stayed close to Korbin's head, as though that would help protect her if something happened. Of course, if they were ambushed she would be off of his shoulder in an instant and after the attacker. But the comfort of being close to her master made her feel so much better. With large blue eyes she regarded the plate he held in his hands, her feathers lying flat against her body.

Finally, to her relief, Korbin set the plate down and moved on. There were so many exactly like it, there was hardly any point of interest remaining on the table. Admittedly, he felt a chill when Leyla passed the flowers and examined them by touch. Part of him wanted to inquire whether his instincts were correct, whether they were real. But as much as he disapproved of willful ignorance, he didn't quite want to know the truth. Perhaps when they were outside in the sunlight he would be more open to discussion about all of this.

Korbin wheeled around quickly as he heard a low growling sound. To his surprise, it appeared to be coming from Leyla's Absol. "Leyla?" he asked cautiously. "Is she alright?"

When Leyla didn't answer he approached her slowly, caution beginning to grow into unease. She seemed to preoccupied with listening to something that he couldn't hear, and that was never a good sign. "Leyla?" he said again, at the same time keeping his ears pricked. There was simply no sound, besides the gentle crackle of their Pokemon's flame and his own heartbeat. "Leyla, what is it?"

He hurried to cross the rest of the distance to her as she seemed to lose her equilibrium. Helena hopped down onto the floor as he pulled Leyla into his arms to keep her from falling. "No, it isn't spinning," he said nervously. "Are you alright? Do you need to sit down?"

In the recesses of his mind he felt a sudden presence, just as simply as if someone had opened a door and walked in. Just as he was questioning what had just happened, he felt, more than heard, a whisper.

'Hello, Korbin,' it said simply. 'How are you this fine afternoon?'

His eyes darted around quickly as he tried to keep both himself and Leyla grounded in reality. Despite his better judgment, he found himself answering the voice.

"I would be much better with you out of my head," he snapped mentally. He felt a soft, sarcastic chuckle. 'I am sure you would. But you see, I don't intend to go anywhere any time soon. You'd better get used to me.'

It then slipped into silence, almost into nonexistence. As much as it bothered him, he forced himself to focus on Leyla. "Are you alright?" he asked again. It was then he realized, despite the height difference, how close he was to her. He cleared his throat nervously but did not let her go for fear that she would lose her balance and fall. Once again he was thankful for the darkness that masked the color on his face. As an added precaution, however, he shooed Samrin slightly farther away with a hand signal.
 
Azleyla's head cleared slightly as Korbin pulled her into his arms, again.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." she said woozily, and smiled up at Korbin. "Thanks for always catching me, by the way. I appreciate it." She blushed slightly as she pushed herself up and out of his arms, wobbling slightly, but managing to stay on her feet. Flare and Abby moved forward to catch her if she fell.

"Korbin, have you been hearing voices? 'Cause I'm pretty sure there's a little girl named Mary Ellen that likes to torment me in my thoughts." she said shakily, and then remembered her manners. She had offered Helena a poffin. Azleyla remembered that Korbin had said she liked the bitter kind before Mary Ellen showed up. She took her bag off her back, and took out her Poffin case. Azleyla pulled out the correct kind, and handed it to Korbin to give to Helena.

"H-hope she likes it. I make them myself." she said brightly, then staggered on her feet again. Flare snorted, and trotted forward to steady her. Azleyla smiled at her Pokemon, and passed each a Poffin of their own.
 
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Somehow, the voice did not seem to be new. Korbin had the strangest feeling that he knew it, perhaps even better than he knew anyone else in the world. The feeling was far from comforting. After all, how could it be comforting to think that one was well acquainted with a psychotic voice in their head? He knew that the house was probably just playing tricks on him, trying to make him lose his mind. If he wasn't careful he would be lost in the madness, and the last thing he wanted was to lose himself, especially here.

As Leyla righted herself he offered her the faintest weary smile, the first since he had entered the house. "Any time, cara mia. We have to watch for one another in such situations as these. If we don't, we have no way of knowing what could happen."

He tensed when she asked about voices. When she explained about the one she had been hearing he relaxed somewhat, but he was still incredibly uneasy. That a voice was bothering her was surely not good. Then again, that he was not the only one was comforting. "I have," he said cautiously. "I haven't been offered a name. It doesn't appear to have a gender, but it's already gone. Hopefully neither voice will return."

Korbin accepted the Poffin she handed to him and held it up to his shoulder so that Helena could take it. With a quick tug it was gone from his hand. She nibbled it slowly and politely, being careful not to crumb his shoulders up. "It appears that she does," he assured her. "It's hard to find something she won't at the very least eat, but she seems to be enjoying it. You must have skills."

When Helena had finished most of it she hopped down off of Korbin's shoulder and broke the remainder in half for Samrin and Ignotus. The two vulpine Pokemon growled softly in thanks and took their portions from her. It may be unusual for Samrin to show such manners, but not where Helena was concerned. She had earned his respect through a rather rough beating the first and only time he had bitten Korbin. Now he stood at attention almost like a soldier, fishing for approval from the little weasel.
 
Azleyla blushed deeper as Korbin called her 'cara mia'.

"'My beloved'. . . " she translated almost inaudibly, and smiled softly. "That's sweet."

Flare snorted in disgust as she watched her trainer get all worked up over a small comment from a guy. She trotted off with Abby, nickering softly to her. Azleyla glared at her Pokemon, and resisted the urge to stick out her tongue at her.

''That's sweeeeet.'' Mary Ellen's voice mocked cruelly inside of Leyla's head. She sighed, and mentally kicked the voice away.

'Shuddup! I'm having a moment! Go bother someone else for a while, then you can come back and torment me again.' she hissed at Mary Ellen through her thoughts. She turned her attention back to the present, until she felt a push from behind her, sending her spiraling into the end table with the flowers. Azleyla winced as the corner pushed into her abdomen, knocking the breath out of her, but was otherwise fine. She looked over her shoulder, and nobody was there.

Mary Ellen seemed to have disappeared, but Azleyla ticked her off, so she would be back. Azleyla straightened her clothes, and huffed at the Ghost Girl who had gone off somewhere.

"Stupid Ghost Girl." she huffed, feeling like punching something again, then addressed Korbin's compliment about her Poffin -making skills.

"Not really, my mom taught me a while ago how to make Poffins for my Pokemon, it think it's seven years now. But I'm happy that Helena likes it, and I hope Ignotus and Samrin like it, too." Azleyla said happily, and then moved around the room a bit, stretching out the nausea that the bump from the end table had cause.

"What do you think we should do now?" she asked
 
The Plate Draws Graham in, There's nothing that he can do to escape its pull. He stands in front of it, and it beckons for him to sit down. He does so. By this time there is no hope in Graham escaping what is coming.

A sudden emotion forces its way into Graham's mind. Sorrow. Something horrible happened here. Something so terrible that it induced sorrow in everyone in this household. Then something else pierces Graham's mind. It is a pain unlike anything that he has ever experienced. The pain could only be described as a sharp pain; Piercing, burning, cutting. Its intensity increases to the point where someone would bawl on the floor and beg for death. The pain of a spike driven straight into his eyes. A chainsaw, digging deep. Burning in a firy hell forever. There is nothing that Graham can do however, he is trapped within his own mind. He can't even move a pinky.

"Why hello Graham…It's very nice to meet you. I fear that you do not know me nearly as well as I know you. You see, I am a Spectre that lives within this Humble building, and the moment you stepped into this place, I knew you were the one… You Graham, are the one that I intend to possess, so that I may live again. Do not worry Graham. I know enough about you to be you. I probed your mind a few times after you entered. I've seen your full life three times. No one will ever know the difference. Oh, I've been so rude. You don't even know my name. I am Jackson Gateau III. I was a son of major importance. My father wanted me to be great, and so did I. On my Sixteenth birthday, I was murdered. Someone poisoned my soup. I was dead before I was even served my Entrée"

At this point a scene appears before Graham. He is sitting at the same spot at the table as he was moments before. There is a man sitting at the far end of the Table, and he is smiling. The man raises a glass.

"To my son Jackson. He is the greatest gift I could ever hope for, he is my greatest child. I have great plans for him, and I hope that he can be the greatest, for that is what he is. So, a toast. To Jackson!"

As Graham holds up his glass, a sharp pain pierces his heart. The same pain from when he entered the vision appears, only this time, it won't stop. Graham coughs twice, and is startled to realize that there's blood. The pain becomes foggy, and Eventually it fades completely. Graham is dead… He floats outside of his body and looks around.

Chaos has erupted throughout the dining room. Jackson's father runs over to his body and tries to revive him. There is nothing he can do. He slams his fist into Graham's plate, smashing it.

The scene disappears and a new one re forms. Jackson's father is lying in his bed, sweat pouring off of his face. A doctor speaks to a woman outside.

"There is nothing that I can do. He is dying not from the fever, but from the sorrow that is contained within him."

The scene fades, and Graham is standing in front of a boy that is a few years younger than him. He is fairly tall, his hair is cleanly cut and he has on a fancy suit. He smiles slightly and begins to speak.

"Graham. I am the one that is taking over your mind. I am Jackson. I intend to keep your body, and there is nothing that you can do to stop me."

The man begins to laugh hysterically.

"Why are you doing this? What have I done to deserve this?" Graham asked, hearing the echo of his own voice in his head

The young man looked at Graham and smirked. "You couldn't possibly understand what it's like to have no body, no way to breathe, smell.....touch....but you will, soon enough you will know what I have been through, what I have had to deal with.

"C'mon, I'm sure we can discuss this peaceful-" "No! It is time!" The calm countenance Jackson had a moment ago disappeared, and with a wild and crazy smile, he rushed up and grabbed Graham by the neck, picking him up with enormous strength.

The next thing Graham knew, he was 10 feet in the air above the table, looking down, he saw himself sitting in the same chair as before, he then got up and looked straight at himself, and he heard the voice of the man from before. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of it..."

Now that he had a body again, all that was left to do was enjoy it.

'Graham' walked over to Leyla and Korbin, looking unusually happy....yet strange. "So guys, sorry I got so distracted by that plate it was really....cool, so, what's been going on?"
 
Leyla's Pokemon did not seem pleased with the way Korbin let a term of affection slip toward their master. Perhaps they had the same problem as Helena; if they had always had her to themselves before, they were going to be even more unwilling to let this situation prevail. But even though Korbin didn't think it wise to displease two Pokemon so large, he knew that Helena and his boys wouldn't let anything happen to him. They may have had a rocky past, but they knew what was expected of them, and had a certain level of respect and even affection for him. The faint smile he had given turned into a crooked grin, characteristic of a sheepishly nervous, almost shy Korbin. Helena looked up from her socialization with her team mates to give him a strange look. She had seen that look on his face before, but very rarely, and never to anyone who wasn't family. This must be serious. She mused over the consequences silently, unsure what she ought to do. As best as she could tell, the only thing she could do was nothing at all. But she wasn't stupid; she knew that perhaps that was for the best. Silently she climbed back up onto Korbin's shoulder and remained there, watching.

'Ahh, do I sense a fondness for Azleyla? This could be fun, you know. For the both of us.'

"Leave her alone," Korbin thought aggressively. "You will not harm her."

The voice laughed coldly. 'Pray tell, dear Korbi, what do you intend to do about it?' With horrendous high pitched cackles that could be likened to a screaming hyena the voice faded into silence, leaving him alone in his own head again. With timing almost too perfect Leyla slammed into the table as though she had been pushed, but her assailant was nowhere to be seen. He rushed to her and glared at thin air with all the ferocity he possessed.

"Yes, stupid ghosts," he agreed, trying to keep the fact that he had been shaken out of his voice. Leyla's story about how she had learned to make Poffins helped. He focused on her and after a few moments began to feel better. He considered the remaining places with a potential for exploration. "The kitchen?" he said finally. "In a place like this, you never know what you'll find there."

The implications of his statement became apparent to him only after he had said it. With a shudder he tried to suppress them as he waited for her answer. Hearing a voice behind him he tensed, as though expecting a phantom to be hovering over him. When he turned, it was just a member of the exploration party.

"We are intending to further our investigation, though where to next we aren't sure," he answered. Helena let forth a chilling hiss and leapt down from his shoulder, blue eyes wide with mad fury and terror. Something was wrong with this man, something was horrendously wrong. Her claws fully extended and her feathers flat against her fur, she stood in front of her master, displaying all the courage she had in her small body. "Hel, what has gotten into you?" Korbin said under his breath. She simply screeched in defiance, though not of him; of this abomination, of this thing...
 
Azleyla was shocked at Helena's reaction to the other REPO recruit, but she sensed something different about this boy.

"A-Abby! Could you please come over here?" she called shakily to her Absol, and she came running with Flare at her heels. As soon as Abby glanced at Graham, she began to growl menacingly. Azleyla was shaking, this wasn't good if she was growling this loud, she wasn't even this threatened when Mary Ellen came into the picture!

"What's wrong, girl? Is there something wrong with this boy?" Azleyla asked, and inched closer to Korbin, who was still next to her. Abby turned to Azleyla and barked loudly, and pointed with one paw to Graham. Leyla didn't understand specifics, but got the message that this was not a safe position to be in.

'Eh heee! Jackson's come to play with you! Jackson's come to play with yoou!' Mary Ellen sang gleefully, and Azleyla let out a frightened squeak.

Abby barked again, this time with more desperation for her Trainer to understand just what's wrong with Graham, terror was beginning to gather in her eyes at an alarming rate.

"Korbin.... " she whispered in horror, and pulled herself closer to him, and Flare closer to her. Abby was too far away to reach easily.
 
Jackson smiled."Hmm, the pokemon seem worried, I must have put on the wrong cologne, too strong, pokemon hate it, sorry. He took a step back. "I think I know the place we should explore next, it's over here, wouldn't want to stay here too long, I think 'they' may have a harder time bothering us if we stay together and on the move." Jackson began walking towards the kitchen, he had some surprises in store, and he was sure his two siblings who seemed to have taken a liking to them would to.

Graham couldn't believe what was going on, but the pokemon seemed to understand, he flew in front of Helena, the Sneasel, he tried to speak, but found he couldn't, flew around, appearing as a wisp, he wasn't sure if Helena could see him or not, but hope was all he had, he began flying around Jackson ecstatically, apparently even though the humans couldn't see Graham, Jackson could, he swatted his hand around as if to kill a fly and smacked Graham, sending him flying into the kitchen.
 
Reni looked around the dark foyer, but it was like looking at the insides of her eyelids. She couldn't see a thing and that combined with the creaking, groaning and other funny sounds the house made began to scare her. Where was Darrius? Their leader was stuck outside, probably thinking this was some kind of prank. They needed him. And what about them? Stuck in the darkness, all alone inside the supposedly haunted house. But she was better than that. She could hide her fears any day, so she blocked them out and put on a brave face. She would need it here. Some members of the group started to talk, introduce themselves, and one person, Graham, she thought, switched on a torch. It lit up the place quite a lot and Reni had the urge to explore.

'Ok,' she thought. 'Lets see what we have here. Big chandelier, of course. Two doors, possible exits. Two staircases that led to the same door on the second floor aaaaaand another door labeled... Kitchen!' Reni headed straight for it, probably because it sounded like the most interesting choice. Maybe there could be some food there, but Reni highly doubted it. It got darker and darker as she progressed through the door, so she decided to get her own light. She didn't want to be in the pitch black again. Walrien had Aurora Beam, which could be handy, so she sent it out. It looked at her and smiled as if she was very pleased to see her.

"Can you make me some light by using Aurora Beam and then cutting it of into a ball, Walrien?" Reni asked hopefully. It gave a soft roar and a long, thin rainbow stream began to come out of it's mouth. It held out it's flippers and stopped it before it could get too far, shaping it until it was just the right size. Soon there was a floating rainbow coloured ball about the size of a basketball. It gave of a soft light around the large room. From this new light, Reni could see a gigantic table that looked like it could hold over 60 people. The only other thing that caught her attention was a wooden door with a peephole. It looked pretty regular, but Reni was drawn to it as though by an invisible force.

"Woah, wait a moment!" Reni cried as her legs carried her forward without her input. Walrien looked at her in a worried way and followed her around the table and towards the door. She yelled as her face was slammed against it painfully with her eye to the peephole. What she saw hurt her a lot more. It was awfully dark inside the door, but despite that, her eyes focused. It appeared to be a meat locker of some kind, like the ones in the butcher stores. This couldn't be good. The hooks that held the gutted meat were moving along some kind of cables that branched off to the side towards some kind of shredder. That was not normal for a butchers shop, and Reni gulped. As the meat moved along, some familiar forms came into view.

First was her Toxicroak. She almost burst into tears as she looked at it. It was hanging by a hook that had gone in one eye, punctured the skull and came out the other. The eye sockets were filled with yellow and black goo, and blood dripped steadily from it's nose. The red vocal sack beneath it's mouth had been gashed open. It's arms were bent at horrifying angles and the spikes that produced from it's hands had been snapped. It's back and stomach were cut and had more, smaller gashes in them, from which Reni could see it's insides spilling out. Reni cried it's name again and again as it was moved towards the shredder and dropped in. Slowly, it was swallowed. Flesh mutilated and bones were crushed. Reni desperatly tried to pull herself away from the door, but the force held her there. She could hear Walrien calling to her, but it couldn't pull her back.

The next one came into view and Reni began to cry harder. Her Meganium was in pretty bad shape. One of the stamen that produced above it's nose had been pulled out, but it was still dangling on the edge of some nerve cords. It's previously beautiful eyes were rolled back so they only showed the whites. Reni could see it's ribcage showing where a massive chunk of flesh had ben ripped from it's stomach. Bones stuck out oddly from her back leg, which was missing. The leaves around it's neck were wilted and dead and it seemed to have lost it's soothing aroma. Now it smelled like what it was: a rotting corpse. It moved on and once again Reni saw the shredder claim on of her beloved partners. One by one the rest of the team came, Dragonite, Yanmega, Camerupt and finally Walrien itself, which comforted a tiny bit knowing it was safe and worried about her. She couldn't take it any more.

"No! No, no, no, no!" she screamed and pushed at the force. It began to give way and suddenly she was thrown back on the floor. Still crying her heart out, Reni grabbed Walrien by the tusk and pulled it towards the main hall. The others were there, still talking. Reni managed to regain some of her composure. 'It wasn't real. It was an illusion.' she kept telling herself, and she stopped the flow of tears. Wiping her eyes, she thanked Walrien and withdrew it before walking towards the saftey of company. When she got there she found that they had mostly introduced themselves and had decided which team would go where. Thankfully, Team Shadow was heading upstairs. She wouldn't have to go to that god forsaken kitchen again. But then again, who knew what was upstairs? It probably wouldn't make any difference anyway. Suddenly, a very loud girlish giggle pierced her mind. Scared, Reni glanced around. The other recruits seemed to be hearing it too.

"Heehee! Ooooh, new friends, new friends! And there are a bunch this time! I'm gonna play with them all! Grandpa! LOOK!" The last word trailed off into something more demonic, like a beast more than a human.

"Oh. Dear we have more newcomers…" This voice was elderly. It was old, but it was filled with power and wisdom. He sounded like he was in charge. "I am terribly sorry, but I cannot let you leave until my granddaughter is satisfied. When she is done playing with you, I will let you leave. That is, depending on how much of you is left."

The voices in her head got louder as a heap of other children entered her mind. Choruses of "Me TOO!" or "Aww, but I want a turn." and similar bickering hurt her brain as it got louder and louder.

"Silence!" The elderly voice yelled above the others and they dropped off. Then the voice sighed. "I am sorry, but you must play with all of my offspring. It is only fair. Hmm. Good luck then…"

With that, the voices vanished from her mind, and she are left with a headache. This was getting deadly serious. Reni asked herself if getting popular with those girls from school was really worth her life...

((This was a really cool post. I've never written anything so gruesome! :) Sorry for taking someones floating ball of light idea, it was really thoughtful.))
 
the post will be remade cuz of perfectmonster's ranting and ive been busy soo idk when itll be retyped
 
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The kid's explanation was far from believable, as far as Korbin was concerned. He tightened his arm around Leyla's shoulders, as though having her close could protect her from the monsters. As if to affirm her master's beliefs, Helena chattered in a way that was meant to convey aggression among Sneasel. And when it came to ice weasels with razor sharp claws several inches long, it was wise to watch one's step. As the kid began to attempt to lead them into the kitchen, she tensed to spring when a semi transparent apparition flitted in her field of vision. Helena paused and tilted her head. Instinct told her that this was important for some reason, and she shouldn't hurt the kid that made her uneasy. He was related to this wisp somehow, and she had to figure out why…

Then she heard a chittering from somewhere behind her. Helena turned quickly and her entire stance brightened immediately. Her brother, Razor stood in the shadows, beckoning with one claw. [What are you doing here?] she asked him. Instead of answering, he turned and began to leave the dining room. Helena could only assume that she was meant to follow him. A little tentatively, she took the path he lined out for her. It was strange; it seemed that no matter how quickly she moved, he stayed the same distance away. And Razor had never been the type to keep her guessing. There had never been a more affirmative, sure Sneasel. He always had a purpose to everything he did, much like her master, and would never expect her to follow his lead without some explanation. But in such a frightening place having family there made it so much better.

Razor took her up the stairs and down the hall, where she knew the other team had gone. Helena could smell some of the people and their Pokemon, as well as a pungent scent she associated with Ghost Pokemon. It was vaguely familiar. Razor turned back to her now and spoke. [That would be the scent of the Sableye. I took you up here because it stole Blue's Pokeball. I knew it was bad news. You'd better get it back, quick. He and his good for nothing master won't hesitate to sell Blue on the black market. With his scars, he'd attract some awful ruffians.]

Helena believed him without question; there was no reason Razor would ever lie to her, and why would that be any different now? She hissed under her breath as she followed the scent trail. She would not stand for having her teammate taken away, even worse sold on the black market. And she knew Korbin would be devastated. If she could help it, Blue would be returned safely without Korbin ever knowing he was gone.

The trail led her to a sterile clean door. Without even thinking about it she growled and slipped into the door after him, her claws extended menacingly. As soon as she found him she would eviscerate him without even asking questions.

In the dining room, Korbin had not even realized that Helena was gone. He leaned down and whispered to Leyla, "We might as well follow him. I know, I don't like it either, but if we don't things could get worse here. And he's right. The more of us there are in a group, the less likely we are to be ambushed. And Hel may have just overreacted. She's never done it before, but Pokemon can see things human can't. She may just be stressed about everything she's seen since we got here."
 
Azleyla felt more secure with Korbin's arm around her shoulders, although this guy was definately giving off 'bad news' vibes. She watched as Helena padded away, following something that she herself could not see with her weak human eyes. She didn't like it anymore than she liked this creepy recruit, but Leyla would just have to get used to this, as she most likely wouldn't like anything here.

Korbin bent down and whispered that they should follow the guy, saying that it would pobably be safer with a larger group.

"I don't know, Korbin. Abby's never growled that loud in her life with me, and that's been a good five years." Azleyla whispered back, keeping her eyes on Graham/Jackson the whole time. "And this guy may be the reason things get worse if we follow him, really. He may be a fellow recruit, but I don't trust him as far as I can throw him. And I have absolutely no upper body strength."

Abby whimpered, practically begging the two trainers not to trust this guy. Azleyla reached out her hand, and the Absol moved closer the her frightened Trainer.

"But I do trust you, Korbin. and if you think it's a good idea, what the hell." she finished.

(OOC: If you need me to censor the 'h' word slightly, I shall. Wasn't sure if it was needed. ;D)
 
There wasn't much inside of the room... Just a Rug, And a Toy box. The Windows were boarded also which Caught Marks attention. "Tsk... Wood? He wittingly said as He Pulled out a pokeball from his pocket and threw it on the Rug. As the pokeball opened, A gliscor Materialized from the red beam it released.

"Let's Make ourselves an Exit Gliscor. Use X Scissor on that Boarded up window!" Gliscor Obeyed the command and Dashed straight toward the wood. But to her Dissatisfaction, A Force field in front of the window Pushed Gliscor right back, Making her Land on mark, Sending them both flying into the wall behind them. "Gyahh!..*Oof*... Well.. So much for an exit. Good try though." Gliscor gave off a sigh of disappointment.

There really wasn't anything of interest in the room. And the toy chest couldn't be opened for some reason. Possibly locked. A complete waste of space. "Alright there's nothing of interest here. Comon Gliscor, Let's meet up with..." Once he faced the door a message was written on the door in blood. "What the..."

-HAVE FUN-

"That wasn't there before..." Once Mark turned around to see who or what might have wrote, The toy chest was open and several toys were scattered on the floor. A Few of the toys were in perfect condition, More toys were broken into pieces. Either they were broken into body parts, Burned, Charred, Or Abnormally deformed. Mark caught his attention to the untouched toys and picked one of them up. "Wow.... These toys are ancient... I doubt these are even sold anymore..." Mark thought to himself as he placed the toy in his pocket. "Not the loot I was expecting... but this should be worth a few Pokedollars... hmmhmmhmm..."

Once he was all set, Mark recklessly tried to kick the door open. Unfortunately the door didn't budge a bit. It was like kicking a wall. In fact the whole room just had a mysterious vibe around it. Almost like Mark was in some alternate universe even though he wasn't to his knowledge. "Eeeehehehehehe!" Said a Childish Devilish Voice. "Time to play...". Mark looked all over the room for whatever was talking to him. "...ghost pokemon screwing with my head probably..." Mark said quietly.

"Ghost pokemon?" The girl said again. "hehehehehe... Believe what you want Mister. I was waiting for a babysitter for awhile." Mark was insulted... "Babysit?! You? ................Fine. If it gets you to open this door then I'm game. What do ya want me to do?" Out of nowhere, An illusion of a girl with long hair, A long dress, And no visible face, appeared out of nowhere.

"...I'm sure you've noticed my collection of toys... All I ask is for you to play with me." The girl continued, This time with a more distorted voice. Playing with toys? It seemed almost too easy... This was child's play. "Take a look at your pocket. You might recognize the toy you almost stole." She said pointing at Mark. The toy Mark had taken had changed its form completely. It looked exactly like him... Mark had completely shaken up. "How...did you..." Before mark could ask, The little girl Interupted.. "Now come. Sit down on the rug." Without a word, He followed the ghost's Instruction and sat down on the the rug with his toy. "Gliscor, Do me a favor and watch my back" He said to his pokemon. "Last thing I need is to get backstabbed by another ghost or something." Normally Mark's Gliscor would just chuckle whenever mark got paranoid but since there happened to be a ghost right in front of her eyes... she listened to her master and sat down behind Mark, Leaning on his back.

"Good good! Your a good listener. The... "others" made reckless attempts to break through the ground straight into the 1st floor only to..." The girl busted out laughing Maniacally just thinking about what happened to the "others". Mark himself was actually thinking of digging through the floor using gliscor. After hearing her laugh like that... It probably wasn't a good idea. "So... What are we gonna play? Whatever you little girls do with these toys?" Mark said wittingly. "Oh don't worry, I don't play those kinds of games. That would be far too easy... I'm sure you'll like this one though."

"The rules are simple. Your goal, is to have your figure Steal a valuable off of my toy." The girl's toy resembled a regular trainer with casual wear. "If you can manage to steal something off of my toy, Then I'll let you out of this room. You can keep your toy as well if you really into this sort of thing... hehehe...". Using a toy to steal from another toy... A weird way to play a game but right up mark's ally. "Mind explaining how I'm supposed to do that? My hand is going to be controlling the doll. I could probably just snatch the valuable right out of your toy's hand." The ghost girl replied... "Your mind is exactly how you'll control it. Just think of it, And the toy will do as its told." The ghost girl's small toy trainer figure moved around as if it were a human...Along with Mark's Miniature self.
"I'm warning you, I'm an expert at this sort of thing." Mark told the girl. The Miniture figure of Mark began to walk very sloppy but was able to regain balance once Mark got a bit of control over it. ("Alright... Just walk past the trainer and pick pocket him. He'll never see it coming.") The miniture Mark figure walked right past the tiny Trainer figure quickly reaching into the pockets of the trainer. However before The Mark figure could grab anything inside of it, The tiny Trainer model Latched onto Mark's toy and Socked him right to the wall. "...Is that even fair?" Mark said Jokingly. "Well you DID say you were an Expert. I thought I would make it a bit harder on you. Try again." The ghost said.

Mark closed his eyes and began to think of a good strategy. "Grr...How am I supposed to steal from something if it's some freakin superhuman...er...toy?" Mark thought to himself. "Ugh... If only I still had snype with me... this would be a cakewalk." Mark opened his eyes again only to see that his toy was gone, but replaced with another one. ".....Snype?" The toy had transformed into a Sableye. Even though it was a toy, Mark felt like that this was his partner in the flesh. "Alright... Let's get this over with snype. Snag what you can from that trainer." Mark said in his mind. Immediately, The tiny sableye toy hid into the shadows, Went behind the toy trainer, And snagged two items from him.

"Snype, You've yet to let me down...wha..?" The two item's the tiny Snype Figure had stolen was a Large Prism sphere and a Pokeball with a tiny Vaporeon Figure inside of it. Mark's Attention grew to the Vaporeon figure and began talking to the toy with a very Angry tone.. "Snype! Whats wrong with you?! Stealing another trainer's pokemon?! You want people to compare us to those infamous criminal groups?! We only steal treasures from people! I thought you could tell the difference from an empty pokeball to an Occupied one! Give that pokeball back to it's trainer and..." Mark stoped and realized that he was only talking to a toy. This wasn't really snype... Snype would never Disobey Mark's Standards. "AAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" The girl laughed. "Hah... I didn't think boys your age still talked to toys... hahaha...." Giving the ghost a nasty look, He said... "Shut up you little brat. I won your little game. Now Let me out of here. I have to meet up with snype in the other room." The girl's cheerful voice suddenly became very Dark and mellow.


"Oh You'd Like that wouldn't you... You won. Yes, You were succesful in my little game... He was at least." Mark was confused why the girl wouldn't let him out, But that was to be expected. Why should he have trusted her in the first place? "He? Snype? Of course.. He helped me...We're partners after all..." The girl replyed "..Helped by doing all of the work for you. If I didn't know any better, The little ghost would probobly be better off if he didn't have a master telling him what to steal and what not to steal. Did you ever wonder what he does when you aren't watching him?" Mark stayed silent. He had never thought of it that way.. Would snype really go as far as to steal a trainer's pokemon...? "Give me one reason why I should believe you. Snype would never follow the examples of other criminal groups... I don't want either of us to be remembered as heartless thieves..." The girl's ghost faded away but still spoke to Mark.

"You don't have to believe me. Either way, You didn't steal anything. Your "Partner" Did. So you know what that means?" Mark Stood tense along with his gliscor. ".....Game over..." The Girl spoke in an extremely Satanic voice. The whole room began to shake and all of the toys had come to life closing in on Mark. "Damnit...Gliscor, Use X scissor!" Mark's Gliscor slashed straight through most of the waves of toys, But More and more kept coming out of the toy box. "Alright Gliscor..." Mark told her with a very confident tone. "I guess you could say I'm afraid of what'll happen after hearing that girl but I don't see any other way out of here. Dig through the floor!" Gliscor began spinning like a drill, Ripped through the carpet, And Dug a huge hole into the floor. Inside the hole was a completely Dark abyss, Not the 1st floor. "Alright Gliscor, Return, I don't wanna lose you in there." He said sending his pokemon back inside of her ball.

The toys were still closing in... Mark's only choice was to jump. "See you freaks on the other side" He told the toys as he recklessly jumped down into the hole. He just kept falling and falling and falling hoping he would land somewhere... ("Snype... Don't tell me she was right...") Mark thought to himself.
 
Leyla's utter terror at following this kid was heart wrenching. It even made Korbin feel guilty for suggesting it. But there was no way around it; while he didn't like it, staying in this room bothered him considerably more. At least if he was moving he could feel as though he was doing something useful here. And the more they moved, the harder it would be for them to keep track of them. At this, Korbin paused with a start. 'Them'? Who were 'they'?

'You know very well who we are,' the voice whispered. 'We've been with you since the beginning of time. We are your worst fears.'

"Shut up," Korbin roared mentally. "Just shut up and leave me alone!"

His aggravation was magnifying as the situation grew more precarious. And human instincts were so muffled. They were only strong enough to know when something was wrong, but they lacked the perception to tell what was wrong. That left room for insane paranoia and misguided nervousness. Korbin took a deep breath and made his decision.

"Keep your Pokemon close, but I think we should follow him," he breathed. "Not for the sake of following, but to keep an eye on him. He could be dangerous, and if we were the first to realize that it's our responsibility to keep him from harming anyone else."

As an afterthought, he kissed the top of her head as he straightened up, adding "I won't let anything happen to you."

Then, he released Rakiri as an extra bodyguard. Blue could remain in his Dive Ball; the poor thing was frightened of everything, and he didn't want to antagonize him. His Ivysaur, on the other hand, had the heart of an Entei. He materialized with a fighter's expression on his face and his legs sturdy but limber, ready for battle. "Calm, Rakiri," Korbin told him. "There's nothing to go after yet. Just keep your eyes open. At the first sign of danger, I want you to take care of it."

Rakiri grunted in consent and followed his master as he followed Graham. Korbin moved his arm from around Leyla's shoulders to grasp her hand in one of his. That would be more practical for walking, but he didn't want to move away yet.
 
Azleyla nodded a Korbin's words once, and then blushed lightly as he kissed her forehead. She suppressed a girlish squeak with much difficulty, then recalled Abby.

"She's scared, and she won't calm down until she gets down time in her Pokeball. My Gabite is much more suited to this kind of situation, as he'd more likely mouth-off to danger than get frightened." she explained softly, then called out Senor to stand by Flare. He gave a snort of contempt as he materialized, much like Flare would have. He glanced at Korbin nonchalently, quickly deeming him boring as he turned away.

"Gabite.' he hissed softly, and Azleyla shushed him quickly.

"Be nice, Senor. He's a friend, and you'd better treat him nicely, you hear me?" she scolded him gently. At least Flare didn't insult people, she only huffed. Senor, on the other hand, was too high up on his Rapidash for his own good. Senor just shrugged off her scolding, and kept walking. Azleyla huffed in slight embarrassment and frustration in his refusal just to be decent.

'Oooh, he kissed your forehead, Leylaa! How exciting!' Mary Ellen giggled as she, once again, took up board in Azleyla's mind. She mentally cursed.

'Yeah? So? We're just friends.' she snapped, but moved closer to Korbin, just in case Mary Ellen decided to push her again.

'But yoou waant it to be more, don't yoou?' Mary Ellen cooed, and then giggled again.

'Oh, shut up! I just met him, we're just friends. Sure he's cute, and smart, and gentleman-like, and sweet, and.. oh listen to me! I'm gushing to a ghost girl like she's my best friend! We're just friends! I'm not the type to go after evey single cue guy I meet.' Azleyla wanted to hit the little ghost girl reeally badly.

'I heard from my brother that he thinks your prettyyy!' Mary Ellen sang, and, once again, started to giggle madly.

'Go away, you little pest!' Azleyla shouted in her mind, and shut out Mary Ellen for the moment. She scooted closer to orbin's side, as if he could make everything just go away. Which nobody actually could.
 
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Jackson went down the dumbwaiter into the kitchen ahead of the other two and called back "I'll wait for you at the bottom, don't take too long now.They were talking about him, they must suspect him...oh, of course, he had forgotten to get rid of his aura, Graham began flying around again trying to get the attention of a pokemon. When Jackson noticed graham, he snatched him out of the air. "C'mere you." Jackson only held Graham for a moment before releasing him again, at first graham was confused, then he noticed Jackson's 'ghost aura' go from red, to green....Jackson had stolen Graham's aura...

"Alright my friends you know what to do, time to have some more fun with our friends here." Jackson hoped Mary Ellen and Korbin's 'cranial visitor' would understand the message, once they were in the kitchen, everything would be ready....Jackson walked over to one of the many cutting boards, he picked up the knife that was clean now, and yet still he could see the stain that was once on it..."hmm, the knife that killed Serena, what a shame.....but after all, I was the heir to the fortune that she so obviously wanted...too bad for her, although Bradley succeeded in finishing me off where she failed...I made sure neither of those traitors got what was rightfully mine......

Graham was freaking out....what could he do....was it hopeless?.....no...maybe there was something that would stop Jackson...he didn't appear to have any weaknesses....Of course! Jackson was killed by...uh...what was it...the drink! Yes, the poisoned drink, maybe if Graham could find a way to get that drink....People always say ghosts are linked to aspects of their earthly lives, so maybe waht killed Jackson in the first place would kill him now...time to do some searching.
 
As he neared the seemingly benign doorway to the kitchen, Korbin reminded himself just how dangerous kitchens could be. There were sharp objects, cleaning substances, appliances, and all the while, danger of electrocution. He would have to protect Leyla, his Pokemon, and himself from all of these dangers. He knew that they could probably fend for themselves, but it wasn't in his nature to just let people take care of themselves when he could protect them. He took a deep breath when they passed under the doorway to the kitchen, out of one haunted room and into another. How lovely.

The kitchen was fairly normal in appearance. The ceiling was somewhat lower than that of the dining room, but it was still spacious. The floor was tile, as was to be expected, and the countertops were made of small tiles as well, as though to match the floor. As Korbin had predicted, there were potential fatalities everywhere. The appliances seemed the most sinister. They stood in fairly normal places, though they seemed to glare at him with knowledge no piece of technology ought to have. And furthermore, he thought, technology wasn't supposed to glare anyway.

Despite the attention he ought to be paying to the room, the voice spoke up in the back of his mind, stronger than a whisper now, as though it had been gaining in strength during the time it remained there.

'Over half of household accidents occur in the kitchen,' it reminded him. He tried to ignore it, but it continued, more forcefully now. 'I would hate for something to happen to you. Your head is such a fine place to be. So many thoughts, so many emotions. So many memories.'

That was all it took to anger him. So this… thing… had been sifting through his memories? His expression contorted into an unpleasant grimace, unbidden. "I want you out, now!" It wasn't a request; it was an outright command, to be obeyed or else. The voice cackled gleefully. 'What are you going to do? Are you going to grab me by the throat and slam me against a wall while I try in vain to fight back, when I'm six inches shorter than you and three years younger, oh! And don't forget fifty pounds lighter…'

The painfully accurate description of the skeleton in his closet caused Korbin to flinch visibly. But far from being tranquilized, he was even more eager to regain his mind. "Stop," he commanded. "Get out. If you don't go on your own, I'll find a way to get you out. And it'll be painful."

'Ah, always the fighter,' the voice said tauntingly. 'You can bash the head of a fourteen year old boy, but you can't face a problem that you can't solve through violence. This is a major character flaw, my friend.'

The harsh truth was that the voice was correct. Though Korbin was indeed a logical man and he could easily confront his problems mentally, he had trouble doing so when he had been aggravated. That had caused him a lot of problems in the past, and despite all his hard work to remedy it, it was making an appearance now. That was not permissible; it could simply not happen. With a violent shake of his head, he forced the voice back and focused on reality.

It was a good thing he had; Samrin and Ignotus passed by a stretch of countertop. For a split second, something glinted in the light. It was different than the illumination of a piece of silverware or an appliance. It was spherical. Curious, Korbin released Leyla's hand and approached the object slowly.

"C'mere, Iggy," he said softly. Ignotus trotted back and hopped onto the counter as directed by his master. Korbin could not believe what he had found; nestled between the refrigerator and a toaster oven was a Fast ball with the white painted over black and the red painted over blue. Above the button the name 'Lynx' had been lovingly, and perhaps expensively engraved in beautiful lettering. More astounding than the ball's presence, though, was that when he grabbed it, it was heavier than any empty ball; there was a Pokemon inside.

"Leyla, I think I found something," he said as he turned around. Interested in earnest now, he pressed the button in the middle. There was an audible click as the button compressed; obviously it had not been used for some time, perhaps for several years. A flash of blue light -- another sign of the ball's customization -- shot from the ball and materialized into a small, blue, feline Pokemon. It looked around slowly with large yellow eyes, obviously scared out of its mind. "You're alright," Korbin said cautiously as he knelt down. Remembering his experience with Blue, he knew Pokemon that had been lost or abandoned did not always have the best perception of humans, and therefore it was wise to exercise some signs of self preservation. But the Shinx, apparently named Lynx if the ball was anything to go by, didn't seem as though it had ever so much as stepped on someone's toe. It crouched low to the floor and crawled to Korbin, its ears pricked for any sign of danger. When it was close enough Korbin picked it up and straightened up.

"The poor thing, I have no idea where it came from," he said thoughtfully. He held it at arm's length for long enough to determine the gender, then held it like one would a housecat, gently and with awareness that it has sharp claws. "She," he corrected himself. He returned to Leyla's side with the little blue feline. "What do I do with her? Do I keep her, or do you think she belongs to someone from REPO?"
 
(ooc: I didn't liked this one very much, I'llget a much better one once my room is given to me :/)

The little time that had passed gave Max the chance to regain his cool, it was strange for him to snap and when it happened it normally did not last long. Ghost pokemon in particular were something Max had very little knowledge about; not knowing to what extent they can cause paranormal activity frustrated him. He would have to open his mind to what he cannot comprehend… which was not something he liked the least; Max is someone who walks the path of life by rationalizing before acting.

The trainer placed his right hand inside one of his pockets as he decided to have a quick inspection of his teammates before moving on. These guys were going to accompany him trough the hellish mansion after all, his desire for knowledge was very justified.

First Amarntha, or Mara as she likes to be called, is a very particular character, she wears priest like robes which resemble from another era, to add up to the unusual appearance she has a blindfold over her eyes. Even though her obvious lack of the vision sense, she seems pretty aware of her surroundings, perhaps she undergo some kind of training to help her deal with her situation.

Mark… that was his name right? Well Max would have deemed him as a pretty average character, that of course if he had not entered the chateau with a Natu mask on. Maybe he really likes Natus? Weird nevertheless, better not to dwell too much on it.

Last but not least Arisa, a seemingly frail and very ladylike girl. White as the snow, and yet with piercing red eyes made significant contrast. She was an interesting one but she had barely said anything since they met, perhaps they could chat later.

Some guys started to move out; light and shadow were finally going to split. Max saw Mark and Arisa go up first, he should start moving as well; even though they were not going exactly together the should all stay close in case some new ghost mischief happened.

"Umm let's go Mara, we should start exploring this place."

And with that Max went up the stairs…
 
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