[Euphrosyne looks, spying Gideon. Despite Vinnie, ghost-types did not bother her... too much. This one did not seem to mean any harm, as far as she knew, and that was what really mattered most to her.
It was hard for her to really feel anything.
Her projection is low, a dull sadness as gray as the skies outside. She is mourning.]
I can understand your pain. Its not hard to sense the gloom around the school as well. She will be missed, but I guess she meant something more to you... After all, you where more of less the other half in her species division.
I sensed it but it wasnt clear. I know I can have some sort of control about the afterlife, but we have to admit that sometimes... Life is about living without guilt, not regrets.
(I hope you feel confortable because a Dusknoir is about to pet you)
Your pain is considerable, its something that makes you realize how much of a soul you have. Its cold, yes.... The afterlife is very cold. But keep in mind that life is all about experiences and time spent with other people. You dont have to hone or honor anyone else but yourself... And take pride of your comrades, friends and rivals..
Life is about dealing and accepting that one day, you will make a mark beyond your imagination. And today is proof of that.
Little I know about her, except her species and name and uncertain details that I can pick from the waves in the spirit world.... I dare not to call the dead for respect. But if you ever have the need to give a proper goodbye, you can always mourn and honor your relationship.
[She jerks, initially, as a ghost pokemon is powerful, dangerous against her typing, but her tail twitches, calms her, tells her there will be no harm done to her.
A corporeal ghost is petting her. She closes her large eyes with some slow hesitation; it's hard to let the ghost pet her really, especially such a large one with such big hands...
But, she looks at him, the purple eyes snapping open. An idea crosses her mind, as indeed, Gideon is a ghost... And Blacky is dead...
Her mental projection shifts from the tremble of hesitation: She is unsure of what exactly a Dusknoir can do, or the nature of ghost-types, as she never was able to properly channel into a creature without a physical brain, but there is the spirit of Blacky, lost among the forest and trees. She is along the road, a wanderer.
"Hmmm... Well, to tell you the truth, Espeon... I can communicate with those departed. Its true that Dusknoirs have the power to communicate through some unknown method... There are tales of guiding the departed to the afterlife, But I have never had that experience" Gideon had never been presented with the chance to do so... It could be rather scary or dangerous, but so is also real life and its many risks that we take everyday.
"I could see if there are any interested parties who would like to give her a proper goodbye alongside a former burial" After the talk with Captain Falcon, he knew that there could be a couple more interested on a former last reunion with her... And at the same time, guide her safely to a place she could rest.
"If that is your interest, I can research about the methods... But we need to decide hastily for she could be wandering outside my capabilities and skills"
Euphrosyne nodded, frantically. Oh, if only Vinnie could give ghost Pokemon a chance! They were not bad creatures after all, or some of them, really.
It was easier to trust a Pokemon than a human.
Her appreciation was shown through a cat-like rubbing against the bulk of the ghost, if she could manage to, tail erect and head bumping and all. Her shared projection overflowed with her gratefulness, every tiny hair brimming with the hope that Gideon could do so.
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It was hard for her to really feel anything.
Her projection is low, a dull sadness as gray as the skies outside. She is mourning.]
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I sensed it but it wasnt clear. I know I can have some sort of control about the afterlife, but we have to admit that sometimes... Life is about living without guilt, not regrets.
I can see that on your eyes.
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Your pain is considerable, its something that makes you realize how much of a soul you have. Its cold, yes.... The afterlife is very cold. But keep in mind that life is all about experiences and time spent with other people. You dont have to hone or honor anyone else but yourself... And take pride of your comrades, friends and rivals..
Life is about dealing and accepting that one day, you will make a mark beyond your imagination. And today is proof of that.
Little I know about her, except her species and name and uncertain details that I can pick from the waves in the spirit world.... I dare not to call the dead for respect. But if you ever have the need to give a proper goodbye, you can always mourn and honor your relationship.
(Have some pettings you sad little kitty)
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A corporeal ghost is petting her. She closes her large eyes with some slow hesitation; it's hard to let the ghost pet her really, especially such a large one with such big hands...
But, she looks at him, the purple eyes snapping open. An idea crosses her mind, as indeed, Gideon is a ghost... And Blacky is dead...
Her mental projection shifts from the tremble of hesitation: She is unsure of what exactly a Dusknoir can do, or the nature of ghost-types, as she never was able to properly channel into a creature without a physical brain, but there is the spirit of Blacky, lost among the forest and trees. She is along the road, a wanderer.
Is she still there? Where did she go?]
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"I could see if there are any interested parties who would like to give her a proper goodbye alongside a former burial" After the talk with Captain Falcon, he knew that there could be a couple more interested on a former last reunion with her... And at the same time, guide her safely to a place she could rest.
"If that is your interest, I can research about the methods... But we need to decide hastily for she could be wandering outside my capabilities and skills"
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It was easier to trust a Pokemon than a human.
Her appreciation was shown through a cat-like rubbing against the bulk of the ghost, if she could manage to, tail erect and head bumping and all. Her shared projection overflowed with her gratefulness, every tiny hair brimming with the hope that Gideon could do so.
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