Adventure Thread - Group B

This time, someone makes a proper offer of a Golett. It is (same level as bastiodon) Timid, Genderless, with Klutz and Hustle.

Sykata's Pokeball seems to tremble ominously in Salena's hand... or was that just her (extremely) overactive imagination coupled with nerves? Well, it didn't happen again, so it was probably just nerves...right? Well, either way, Raven shows up shortly thereafter, a revitalized Natalie happily perched on her shoulder. Once Jane shows up, Raven tells the others that D'Mara is meeting them at a coffee shop nearby. Ostensibly, this is to put them at ease: meeting in a public place with many potential witnesses should something go awry; yet Raven can't help but feel like it wouldn't matter where they met. D'Mara is a member of the Elite Four, and could likely quite easily convince people of any story she deigned to make up if she felt like doing away with the group of teens.

Regardless of any misgivings she may have about this meeting, Raven leads the group to the coffee shop in question. If any of the three girls expected D'Mara to be either swamped by the press or creeping everyone out with her mere presence, they are disappointed. Instead, she looks like an average, well-dressed woman in her mid-to-late 20s. (See picture below, but imagine her with black hair and dark green eyes.)

"Members of the Elite Four are there to protect us where the Gym Leaders can't right? I don't think we have too much to worry about; it's just probably a little meeting because she's curious."Salena says in reply to Raven's concerns, the young witch's naiveté showing at full force. She... Well. She didn't know the first thing about the Elite Four. Crazy, right? They are such a big, important group and she really didn't know the first thing about them. She's only really heard of D'Mara because she's such an important Dark Type trainer, and even that was from small snippets on the occult, dark webby parts of internet.

But she was intrigued. It wasn't every day they met a celebrity. Perhaps she should be wearing some a bit more formal? Definitely not the witching outfit; that would a bit too weird. Well, she did have her Dread Skitty t-shirt. Ah yeah. Best band. That would be sure impress. Her face wore an easy grin as she listened to Jane. "Y-yeah. I spent a loooot of my money on supplies. But, if she's not paying; I'll probably be able to cover your tab if you need me to. I still owe you for that water!"

Before long though, they arrive at the coffee house. Mr. Kitty, who had been hanging out quietly in Salena's bag knocks herself out and stretches. Ok! Time to find this lady. Her eyes glance across the room. Ooh. Perhaps it was that old lady in the corner? That was D'Mara, right? Yeah. Had to be someone old like that. Those were the best trainers; the ones who have worked with their Pokémon for years and-

"Puurrrrrr!" The cat whips her tail excitedly, her eyes going wide. Oh! That! That is a trainer! She clambers up to Salena's shoulder and gives her trainer a firm head bop in the right direction. If Mr. Kitty's acting like this then... Oh. Oh!

"Ah... Are you ah... D'Mara?" She asks uncertainly, walking up to the coffee table where the plain clothed woman sits.

A-ah. This woman was scary. There was no doubt about it, D'Mara definitely has a presence. It really was no wonder why Mr. Kitty was able to spot her so easily. She already had a sort of second sense about these sort of things, plus D'Mara was renowned for her mastery of Dark-Types. On her shoulder, Salena could feel tiny sharp claws digging into her shirt as a purple tail curled around her neck like a furry necklace. Mr. Kitty was definitely a bit spooked. It was kind of weird actually. When she thinks about it, Salena considers herself to be an image of the more tricksy aspect of Ghost hood. When she looked at D'Mara, she could tell exactly what part of Dark-Types she embodied. Terror. Secrecy. She begins to understand why Ghosts and Dark Types tend not mix as well as one might expect.

"I'll ah... I'll probably just stick a green tea." Chuckles Salena nervously. "My mom never let me drink coffee. Too much caffeine."

Meanwhile, the cats eyes dance about nervously, one eye always tracking the table, while the other is planning potential escape routes in her head. The window? Yes, but it's loud. Bright streets. Danger. Need a dark place. They flick backwards to the countertops. There! Purrfect. Darkness, gleaming bottles, little door to the back. She could hide amongst the shelves. That is safe. But then Salena would be left behind. Why is she sitting here? Does she really not know how dangerous this is! Bah!

The yellow eyes of the cat flick upon the rat. Surely that one would have seen them too, right? And yet she remains. Hiss! Yellow rat. If you could yet remain, then purrhaps she must as well. Be stoic Mr. Kitty. Be stoic!

D'Mara flags down a waitress and places the orders. They arrive in short order. "Well, first things first: Gym Leader Satori contacted me about an Odd Keystone that you found. You wanted it kept safe so it would not steal away innocent souls. That was very smart of you. Spiritomb are quite difficult to control if you don't know what you're doing. It is still a powerful Pokemon, however, and I would be remiss if I didn't offer to return it to you."

When your expression changes to one of incredulity, she smirks again. "Don't look so surprised, girls. Dark-Type Pokemon are my specialty." She places a poke ball on the table. "This is your Spiritomb. Don't worry, it will obey you if you choose to use it. I've made sure of it. No need to worry about soul-stealing either. Once it's completely manifested, Spiritomb has no need for additional souls."

Spiritomb is Female, lvl 19, Hardy, with Pressure.

D'Mara shakes her head. "Spiritomb can only manifest when there are 108 souls within the Keystone. That's just how it works. Now, for the other reason I asked to meet with you. You recently were exploring the darkest depths of Rock Tunnel, correct? Did you, by chance, come across something that looked like a large Sableye? A simple yes or no will suffice. Best not to let it loose here."

"Yes." Salena replies. "We ran into something that we've never seen before. Five actually. And then... Something even a bit bigger.

"I... I think I would be ok with that." Salena says as she takes the Sykata's ball from her belt and lays it gently upon the table. "It's fiendishly strong, but I don't think you'll have any problems getting to know it like I would. I... I know Ghosts pretty well, but this one, this one kind of confuses me a bit. I never knew a Pokémon such as this even existed before now.

"No... I ah, think I'm good." Salena says, rubbing her hands nervously on pants. She actually had a lot of questions; mostly about the kind of trainer she was, what she studied, what she did as a member of the Elite Four, how she came to like Dark Types... But, she didn't really want to waste an important person's time like that. "T-thank you for taking the time to meet with us, Miss. D'Mara. Both you, and your pretty Absol were interesting."

She winces. Mr. Kitty did not like hearing compliments given to other Pokémon. The cat, once overcome by fear allows a familiar haughtiness to flow through her. Why! She was interesting too! She was a good kitty! A GOOD KITTY!!