ghost in the world. . .

allister 💀 pokemon affiliated with koi no yokan ✦ ✦ ✦ novice 💀 chamomile apts

[eidolonion]

sorry for low activity!! my brain is sleepy

[eidolonion]

jusoku‌:

he… gets an answer? sort of. it was a response. but he’ll take it. it’s a bit confusing though. and a little bit unsettling? 

taking a small glance up to the other boy, he notices his gaze is still fixated on him. and it’s.. yeah, just a little bit creepy. enough for a single bead of sweat to run down the side of his head in a bit of uncertainty.

though, it’s a bit surprising when allister near physically recoils. was it really that unusual for him to be invited along? did he not get along with others enough to be invited? 

‘ huh ? ’ something? ‘ i mean. i have my raichu, so you’re right ! did you mean something else ? ’ what else could he mean? ghosts? ghost pokemon? oh, did his hair just bounce? no.. he was seeing things! but hearing and actual answer to his question brings a big grin to his face. 

‘ nice ! and it’s nice to meet you, allister ! ’ he sits his raichu down on the ground next to him and holds out a hand to shake!

allister notices that hau begins to sweat. he can’t help but feel like he’s beginning to sweat as well, though this isn’t really visible to hau at all. the ghost leader begins to look a bit more jittery than normal, but he stops suddenly when the other begins to speak up. 

he doesn’t answer any of hau’s questions, but simply continues to watch him as he finds the answers on his own, occasionally nodding along with what he has to say. except for when hau asks about to his hair, and to that allister simply shakes his head. “don’t worry about it...“

it takes a second, but allister slowly raises his hand to shake hau’s- he’s shaken plenty of hands before, anyone who participated (and won against him) in the gym challenge shook his hand prior to receiving a badge, but allister always felt nervous when prompted for a handshake. he holds hau’s hand rather weakly, but gives one solid shake!

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albireocross‌:

“a pokemon … huh. sounds kind of neat. but i guess that when people become pokemon spirits, they get like, unhinged.” okay, mood. he also gets unhinged when there are no repercussions. which is not often! but he sure does get unhinged when he can. and wants. actually he’s always unhinged, so he gets it. “that’s kind of funny. i mean. not good if they’re trying to whisk people away, but funny that they’re mischievous.”

man, he really likes this kid. he’s so neat and cute and just a quiet little kid. albie kneels down, patting his thighs so the dog runs over to them, tail wagging. it puts its paws on albie’s legs. “he’s cute, though, right? i’m pretty sure he likes you, but.” albie lets the dog sniff at his hand before he runs his hand over its head. it is very excited to be pet.

“a very strange way to put it...” but allister doesn’t exactly disagree with that- in a sense, albie was right? but more on a technicality. “to become something like that... it’s very uncommon.“  not everyone ends up turning into a ghost after they die, so it makes sense that it would be the same for pokemon. “yes. they’re fun at parties.“ was that a joke? allister just attempted to make a joke. 

when allister sits, he sits himself down cross-legged, his arms resting in the middle of his lap. his sleeves are far too long for his arms, so they droop over his hands. he looks between the dog and albie, tilting his head, almost letting it rest on his shoulder. when he straightens, he rolls his head around his neck before he’s back upright. slowly, he reaches out to the dog, waiting for it to sniff his hand and see what it’ll do. “animals are... cute. “ a fact, truly. though he is used to ghost pokemon, animals can still be very good company. 

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scarfheroine‌:

Ah, so like…some kind of celebrity, an idol. Right. While it probably wasn’t the same kind of intensity of Momo’s power, it is close enough that she can infer what he might be feeling, at the worst extreme. “A fresh start.” She offers, a thoughtful nod of her head. “It must be pretty nice to be here, then?” Not completely, because surely there’s something that he must’ve given up to be here ( almost, she catches onto the almost, but does not ask what that means ).

She’s charmed by how much he seems to care about what she has to say— if such a gesture were to be welcomed, she’d surely ruffle the top of his head. “I…” A brief moment where she falters, before bright smile is back again. “I’m not sure, really— if I’ve helped or…saved anything like a hero. No one really tells you that stuff. I’d like to think so, even if I’m not that brave.” Had she become a hero in the end, despite not being able to save the future for those kids…? That’s not her call to make, she thinks. Ayano does not need to be strong or brave or anything— she has done her best, and maybe one day that’ll be enough. “Hehe, I’m glad you think so! I don’t know how strong I’d really be, though. Strength isn’t everything… and besides, some fear is healthy. Even heroes have some fears, got it?”

for the most part, it has been pretty nice for allister. when he’s asked, he lets out a very soft hum, as he contemplates how he’s going to answer. “reminds me of... a rollercoaster.“ as he says this, he bobs up and down somewhat. it’s calmer, and it’s easier for allister to wander around as he does, but there are things missing here that he enjoys, and thinking on it a bit too much causes him to worry. he shakes his head- let’s forget about that for now!

he puts a hand to his ‘face’, tilting his head to the side a bit. allister himself hasn’t really tried to ‘save’ anyone or act like a hero, and he wasn’t entirely sure what to say to ayano in response-- did she want reassurance? or praise, maybe... he doesn’t truly understand what ayano is talking about, however. from the look of it, she’s very courageous, which is admirable to someone who’s usually so meek. 

though they’ve just met, allister seems to take ayano’s advice to heart, giving her a very strong nod. “there are a lot of strengths...“ he isn’t very strong physically, but he’s been told that he’s a very strong gym leader, so there’s one! “what kinds of things could scare a hero, i wonder...“ 

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raihxn‌:

when allister succeeds and the two of them log onto another into their respective contact lists, raihan feels relieved himself. it was good to know he wasn’t the only person from galar in koi now, but it lifted a rather large weight off of the leader’s shoulders now that he had a someone from his world whom he could contact whenever he wanted or needed.

the offer of being available whenever allister may need him was genuine, but raihan just felt grounded having a pre-established connection in the city, simple as that.

tucking his phone back into his pocket, raihan nods before jerking his head, gesturing for the younger leader to follow his lead. “there’s a couple of places that i saw near your place. this one that sells tea also has magic trinkets and stuff like that in it— you interested in things like that?”

allister tucks his phone away as well. once he makes his way home, he’ll probably be spending a lot of time thinking about when he would be able to contact raihan. he’s always been known for hiding, trying his best to keep out of public appearances and being distant from all the other gym leaders. without those familiar faces... it’s a strange mix of scary and nice, but allister feels like he should stick around someone familiar more often. it’s reassuring. 

“magic trinkets...” he bobs his head. “what makes them so magical, i wonder? it could be a curse...” allister was curious about it, following beside raihan, his arms swaying back and forth as they walk. it was a very strange way to say he was interested, but he was! and a cup of tea after such a strange day would be a nice way to relax. 

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raihxn‌:

h.

even though he’s watched plenty of allister’s battles and experienced them the same to know that his eyes tend to glow from time-to-time, that doesn’t make it any less unsettling, especially when it happens outside of a pokemon battle. raihan freezes for a few moments before nodding.

“yeah! that way you can just text me if you need anything.” who’s he kidding, though? allister has proven himself well-capable of taking care of himself. he may be young, but many pokemon trainers start their journeys around allister’s age. some with a stronger connection to pokemon begin even sooner.

opening up the local contact share feature, raihan smiles a lopsided smile at the young gym leader.

“chamomile, huh? i took a walk around there a couple of days ago. d’you want to go and get something to drink from a cafe?”

it takes a moment, as allister is looking at his phone as he thinks of all the possible reasons he would need to contact raihan. maybe if he was lost? ah- there are maps everywhere, so that would be too much of a bother... or perhaps if he wanted to hang out? the thought of asking another for company causes the young gym leader to start feeling fidgety, and he doesn’t try thinking too much on this further. 

“i will find you...“ raihan definitely said ‘text’, but okay. allister nods. 

`he watches the dragon tamer navigate his phone, and allister mimics him so they can share contacts! 

“i... wouldn’t mind...“ it almost sounds like it pained allister to answer, but it’s just because he has a hard time saying ‘yes’ or ‘no’.   

[eidolonion]

arcanedrifts‌:

ezreal rubs his chin, contemplative. it does not immediately occur to him that he’s asked an incredibly snide question, because he is an imbecile.

“it’s about the energy, my friend. you’re small, but you seem like you’re powerful. now, don’t get me wrong, i like that. as for the definition of evil, well .. that could be a lot of things. like,”

proudly, he pats his own chest, grinning. “sometimes i get up in the morning and i feel a bit evil. i feel like i could get a little silly, you know? like i could shoplift, or maybe do some graffiti, maybe even in broad daylight.”

because of the mask, he is unable to accurately read allister’s expression.

“don’t worry—you look cool, so nothing else really matters. if anyone tries to tell you anything you don’t want to hear, just ignore them. dude, you want to know what would be evil?”

he shows allister the can. “if i cleaned this out, filled it with soda, and drank it in public. people would think i was drinking motor oil, but i wouldn’t be. i think that would be pretty dastardly of me.”

allister’s head simply bobs along as ezreal speaks. he still doesn’t really know what’s going on- he was never one that was good at conversation, but being overloaded with so many words, it’s obvious that he’s about to become exhausted very quickly. 

“how devilish, yes...“ he raises his arms to his chest, now obscured by his very long sleeves. “yet that does not feel evil... things such as that- they taint your soul.“ it looks like allister is trying very hard not to let his head lull to the side. the contrast between being called evil, and then suddenly called cool startles allister as well, and he straightens almost completely. essence restored. 

allister’s expression, though hidden, isn’t too hard to read. usually. right now his ‘eyes’ are completely pitck-black, and the slight unease in the air has yet to waft away. right now, his mask looks completely blank. 

“a clever mind trick... do you enjoy being deceitful?“ 

[eidolonion]

in response to this! 

“ah... how cute.” allister places the little plushie on a couch in the apartment, placing his hands on his hips. he feels proud of himself!

[eidolonion]

arcanedrifts‌:

who is this spooky little man? ezreal leans down and squints at allister, getting some manner of ghost possession vibe from him. not that something like this would deter him in the slightest.

“i found it near the abandoned husk of a broken down car back there. i wanted to scrap the whole thing for parts, but i don’t have a bag to carry it with or anything. i’m thinking of fusing this oil with some other viscous material to form a new super-oil, which i’ll then sell for hundreds of dollars.”

he grins brilliantly at the stranger. “how come your eyes are like that, dude? are you evil?”

allister is silent for a long while in an attempt to listen to what ezreal has to say... it’s after he’s done speaking that allister decides that he has no idea what this guy is talking about. he simply tilts his head, and it almost looks like it could fall off with how it hangs. 

“well... um... good luck with that...“

when ezreal asks if allister is ‘evil’ he straightens up almost immediately, soon filled with a lot of worry. it becomes apparent to ezreal as well, as the atmosphere suddenly feels like it’s shifted to something a lot more.. uneasy. the light fades from his mask, and the gym leader is almost too shocked to come up with an answer to the other’s question. 

“what do you find evil?“ 

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albireocross‌:

albie’s seen a lot of wacky shit in his years, particularly of the ‘how is this happening’ and ‘why does it always happen to me’ so, he’s … kind of chilled out in the last few years. maybe even grown up. but, he’s always liked the shit people can’t explain, and that even goes for ghosts. “oh yeah? do they change into something cool? or is everyone different?”

also … allister seems really into ghosts. and even if he was just making it up, it’s not really his style to rain on a kid’s parade. but allister speaks with ( very muted ) excitement, and albie knows that it’s best to let kids talk about what they like freely, so he lets him. his eyes spot a dog, small and white and cute, and he points over towards it. “look at that one!” he smiles. “it’s pretty cute, right?”

allister pauses, staring at albie for a moment- he’s surprising him in many ways, it seems. the gym leader’s eyes dim until they aren’t visible and he turns away before he speaks up. “when a spirit is created, they can turn into a pokemon...“ he nods. “maybe it’s a second chance at life... ah- sometimes these pokemon will go out of their way to create these spirits...“ he glances back at albie. “such mischevious little things.“

he’s humming, and while it’s an eerie tune, he seems very excited! though it’s hard to tell, but albie has picked up on it rather well. when he points out the dog, allister quickly follows behind, crouching beside it. his hand hovers over the dog, but doesn’t touch it. “it looks different...“ he mumbles this rather quietly.    

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arcanedrifts‌:

— ✨

ezreal emerges from the alleyway situated beside the local arcade and walks around to the front of the building. he is covered in twigs and leaves, grinning brilliantly, as though he has just secured some grand victory.

“hey. check this out.”

he addresses the nearest person, whoever they may be, infinite in their misfortune, as they will now possibly have to talk to this man. ezreal opens his gloved hand to reveal a small, half-empty can of motor oil.

…

why was allister here? maybe he was attracted to the lights coming from the arcade, and didn’t really expect someone to approach and talk to him, and he especially didn’t expect it to be someone he’s never seen before in his life. 

slowly, allister’s head droops down, but his gaze is still fixed upwards at ezreal- his purple irises glowing from behind his mask, and they slowly fall down to the can of motor oil. 

“why do you have this?“ 

[eidolonion]

mimikichu‌:

She probably hasn’t! She can’t see much better in the dark than a normal person, but Mimikyu can, so she trusts them to lead her safely around the room. 

Mizuki’s gaze move from the shoes on the ground upwards, following the stranger’s body until she meets… a mask? Curious smile does not falter, regardless.

Girl nods to his question a few times. She leans down to her knees and lifts up her Mimikyu into her arms, holds them out to Allister as if to tell him that they would be living here as well. 

Mimikyu seems shy at first, wriggling, but they look at Allister and … They seem to settle. Creepy kinship! If Allister wants to take step forwards and take Mimikyu into his arms, neither girl nor Pokemon will complain.

it’s almost like approaching a wild animal- while mizuki approaches allister, he looks like he stiffens and gets more nervous, but it looks like he calms himself down almost as quickly. as if he’s battling himself to try and keep calm, if they’re supposed to be living together, he would have to try and get along with her! even though he’s not very confident in his ability to make friends.  after a moment, allister reaches out- his hand looks droopy, fingers pointing downward, as if held by string. he reaches out towards the mimikyu, waiting to see what they would do in response. though they’ve made a small and quick friendship, he doesn’t want to sully it so quickly.  “nice t’meet you...“ he addresses the mimikyu, and then looks up at mizuki. “you too... m’name’s allister...“ 

[kny-winterwishes]

um... can i try to go fishing again?

“ Round two, start !! “  

Allister tries his hand at fishing.  It’s very successful!

You received a goldfish plushie!

[eidolonion]

mimikichu‌:

@eidolonion​

“Mimi.” 

Familiar yellow creature lets out small voice as it shuffles around room, wooden tail bonking behind it. It seems to be rather cautious, shying away from anything unfamiliar or noisy. Girl follows from behind, though her eyes are trained down on her companion more than her new living quarters.

“…Mimi…” Mimikyu repeats, commenting on it’s surroundings as it goes. The chirruping call continues in a sort of rhythm… Only for it to be interrupted suddenly, noise stopping and Mimikyu halting in their steps.

Mizuki stops in turn. Still looking down, she sees a pair of feet. 

…Is this her roommate? 

unless mizuki has turned on the lights, they were off. though it’s just allister in the room- his gengar is with him as well, sitting on a table- there’s a very unsettling air around the two of them. he hears her enter the room, and hears both her and her pokemon call out, and allister’s back straightens in surprise. “i have company...“ 

slowly, allister rises to his feet- he was sitting on the ground moments before- his knees look a little wobbly, but it’s hard to notice. it happens sometimes when he gets nervous!  though, seeing that his new roomate has a mimikyu, it makes him feel a bit at ease, if not a little sad for his own that was left behind. though he’s standing now, he doesn’t move from his spot- but his gengar hops from the table, waddling over to him, sticking its tongue out in greeting to the others!

“um...“ he fiddles with his shirt. “are you gonna be livin’ here...?“  

[kny-winterwishes]

i'd like to go through the maze of mysteries, please!

“ But of course, however, your friend there will stay here.  I-I’m sorry, please don’t look started, I can promise you won’t go in completely alone!  Here, take this spirit friend with you;  they’ll stay by your side throughout your time in the maze. “

Allister and his spoopy friend brave the maze of mystery!

Do you enjoy the cold, Allister?  As you surround yourself with Ghost Pokemon, I imagine you’re used to it.  You’ve passed the first obstacle, take the time to drink some cocoa before going any further!

The dark appears to be troubling you.  The spirit takes hold of Allister’s hand and tells him it will be alright before leading you away from anxiety-inducing rooms!

The spirit’s comforting presence seems to alleviate Allister’s worry. Only one test remains, let us see if your bond with the spirit is as strong as those forged with a Pokemon!

Oh, no! The spirit can’t see the traps hidden beneath the floor and wasn’t able to warn Allister in time. The pair drop through a massive unerground slide and pop out at the beginning of the maze.

YOU LOSE.

Allister has received one voucher for a 4-person table at any restaraunt, one blue ticket, and five white tickets!

[eidolonion]

allister is just like (sees someone new) (haunts them but in a friendly kind of way)

[eidolonion]

@freikugeril​ liked for a starter!

it’s almost impossible for allister to appear in a non-strange way. though it seems like he wasn’t anywhere near here a moment before, there he is. he’s a slight distance away from hilda, but he’s very pointedly looking at her- his bright purple eyes are currently visible, glowing wide circles behind the seemingly endless dark holes in his mask. “many new faces...“ he mutters this, almost inaudible because of the distance between the two.