((OOC: I recently got my Senior First Aid certificate. *tries to resuscitate the thread* ))
Baby chuckled as an oddly-colored Eevee huddled up to her, then later gave a low moan resembling an 'aww' whilst she stared down at the little Pokemon who in turn looked up at her with a somewhat quizzical expression to which Baby responded by pulling her jagged lips into a sinister-looking grin, then whispering through them a phrase which didn't quite match her body language.
"Aww, sweetie. How did I not notice you?"
Reaching down with an enormous ghostly hand, Baby attempted to pet the Eevee, but stopped and withdrew her hand before twisting her features into a grimace.
"You look just like a little Kadabra." Baby mumbled, slowly backing away before coming to a halt.
Eevee's appearance had struck a chord in Baby's (lack of a) heart. The trainer from whom she ran also owned an Alakazam. Her name was Clare and she was an odd specimen of a Pokemon if Baby ever saw one. She had probably died of old age by now, but Baby couldn't help but think of her.
Baby drew a long, deep sigh and absently glanced behind her to find that somehow she'd become the center of attention. These Pokemon, especially the Sneasel, looked as if they'd never seen a Dusknoir before. Baby felt somewhat awkward being stared at in this way, since a third-stage Ghost-type wasn't an unusual sight in the battle stadiums she and her trainer used to frequent. However, she merely shrugged this off as natural curiosity - these were wild Pokemon, not the domesticated battlers who get a Metagross and a Dragonite shoved in their face every second day.
Mightyena stepped up to claim command of the group.
"It's time for us to leave. Is everyone ready?" The canid Pokemon awaited a response, then got two - one from the Sneasel, another from the Eevee.
"Okay... well yeah we should leave, Cant let the others get ahead of us."
"Where are we going?"
Baby had to admit, Eevee had a point. Just where were they supposed to be going?
She hoped it wasn't too dangerous - she wouldn't want to end up having to collect the souls of these Pokemon so soon after meeting them. What Mightyena said in response to Eevee's inquiry didn't help all that much, but what she did gave her an idea of what could be done.
"I don't know, wherever Mew tells us. But for now, down the mountain." With that, Mightyena traversed the field, apparently searching for something. After a minute or so of doing that, she stopped, then later carefully crawled a few steps down the nearest cliff face.
"We should go this way," Mightyena suggested, turning to face the other pokemon behind her.
Baby's only eye scanned the unstable terrain, then fixated unto the Mightyena who had assumed the role of pack leader. She wrung her hands with a pensive look upon her split face.
"I suppose... If anyone has any trouble traversing this field, I can carry a fair bit if I do say so myself." She offered, bowing forward with arms outstretched. Baby really needed to work on her body language, though at least she wasn't completely unaware of the effect it may have on other Pokemon;
"I am aware that I may not look like the most trustworthy of Pokemon, but I do indeed have only your best interests in mind."
As much as she tried to humor herself that it wasn't true, typism was still quite rampant around these parts. In fact, many towns denied entry to ghost, bug and poison-types by means of old stereotypes passed down generation after generation of mostly normal-type Pokemon.