The Spooky Seer of Kalos

Magdalene Delacroix is a trainer who wants to learn the secrets of ghost-types. //Selective//Possible NSFW//Multiship//Multiverse

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> name  —  Magdalene Annette Delacroix > age  —  twenty > species  —  human

bold what applies

> drinker > smoker > done/does drugs > knows what a broken heart feels like > has committed a crime > suffers a physical disability > suffers a mental disorder > has experienced severe trauma

details

> biggest fear  —   Going through life without forming any relationships or close bonds with other people/ never finding someone to love her. > recurring nightmare  — A distorted and shadowy figure of her mother chasing her down and engulfing her in darkness. > something they miss  —  The shopping and fine dining to be found in Lumiose City. > biggest regret  —  Not spending more time developing social skills when she was younger because of how much tie she spent on her schoolwork and at the institute to develop her abilities. > a secret  —  There is nothing more in the world than she wants than to be loved. Her mother was often cold and her father mostly absent during her formative years. She is ready and willing to give her heart to anyone who shows her even a smidgen of kindness (really unhealthy, girl)

pick one

> fire  OR  water > mother  OR  father > to hurt  OR  be hurt  > eerie  OR  gorey > unrequited love  OR  no love

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Your Love Style is Agape

You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner. Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare. You are willing to sacrifice your world for your sweetie. Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you. For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love. 

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“ᴵᵀ'ˢ ᴹᴼᴿᴱ ᴵᴹᴾᴼᴿᵀᴬᴺᵀ ᵀᴼ ᴹᴬˢᵀᴱᴿ ᵀᴴᴱ ᶜᴬᴿᴰˢ ᵞᴼᵁ'ᴿᴱ ᴴᴼᴸᴰᴵᴺᴳ

                                      ᵀᴴᴬᴺ ᵀᴼ ᶜᴼᴹᴾᴸᴬᴵᴺ ᴬᴮᴼᵁᵀ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴼᴺᴱˢ ᵞᴼᵁᴿ ᴼᴾᴾᴼᴺᴱᴺᵀˢ ᵂᴱᴿᴱ ᴰᴱᴬᴸᵀ.”

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-Semi-selective

-Non-private

-Crossover friendly

-Multiship/Multiverse

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Would there ever be a partner for her? Magdalene sighed and called back her Spoink, Rasher, so it could rest inside of its Pokeball for the night. Other than a Pokemon. Unlike so many other teenagers Magdalene never was inclined to test the waters of a relationship; kissing had not intrigued her like it had her other classmates.

Most of her time was spent training in the institute when she wasn't studying for exams - a life of rigid perfection planned out by her controlling parents and she complied with that.

But now she felt the urges that others had. Was she just a later bloomer? The young woman hated this sense of loneliness. The companionship of her Pokemon was wonderful, of course, but it wasn't the same. How could it be? She fidgeted on the log she sat upon and looked up at the moon.

There were better things in life than romance... but why did she feel as if there wasn't?

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Haunters Gotta Haunt

Magdalene watched the Haunter silently through the camera of her phone. The old century home was a mess of debris, old furniture, and upturned floorboards. She wanted to get closer but even she, who usually did not mind going headlong into danger, decided it was for the best that she didn’t attempt to climb over jagged pieces of wood (some of which had rusty and bent nails protruding menacingly out of them).

Instead she admired the ghost pokemon from a distance. She had always wanted a Haunter of her own but knew better than try to capture one in the middle of its home. If she ever got one, it’d be because the Haunted wanted to be her Pokemon. She was content with looking and capturing a picture or two of the magnificent monster, the hole in the roof providing the perfect amount of moonlight for truly atmospheric shots. With the pale moonbeams, dust motes filtering around the air, and deep shadows it was easy to imagine the tragic past that lead the soul of someone or something living to become the ghost Pokemon in question.

When it phased out of existence she lowered her phone and flicked through the pictures with the pad of her thumb. Such an extraordinary creature deserved to be shared with all of her friends on her favorite photo sharing site! With a careless hum she uploaded the pictures, captioning them with the word ‘splendide’ or 'hanté’. Splendidly haunting the photos were to her.

After she finished she slipped the phone back into her purse. With her head dipped she felt the cold breath of the unliving against her neck. She looked up. Magdalene let out a startled screech. The Haunter cackled to itself as it pulled away, seconds ago so close to the psychic that their noses could have touched if Haunter had a nose.

The fight soon vanished and Magdalene issued a strained, nervous string of laughter. “Very funny.” She told the Pokemon. “You play wonderful pranks.”

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Sweet Dreams; Sumptuous Beds

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“Then perhaps that amount of time has already passed in the waking world. I don’t know what time you fell asleep at nor if you wake up on your own during the night, so I cannot make an estimate for the amount of time left in the night,” Nocturne said as he crossed his arms.

“Now then, which direction are you wanting to travel through first? Or would you want to travel and see things from a bird’s eye view?”

A bird's eye view? Magdalene blinked, her mind frozen a moment before it came to the realization that, yes, of course he could fly and show her what her nightmare looked like from above. The laws of normal physics did not apply in a dream. Even in nightmares she imagined a whole slew of options were available that weren't to those in the waking world.

She offered his hand to her, still unsure on how to launch herself in the air. Maybe the whole flight thing would be better if he started them both off. Like a father did for a child who was just learning how to ride a bike without training wheels.

"I would like that very much," she told him. "Thank you."

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Haunters Gotta Haunt

Magdalene watched the Haunter silently through the camera of her phone. The old century home was a mess of debris, old furniture, and upturned floorboards. She wanted to get closer but even she, who usually did not mind going headlong into danger, decided it was for the best that she didn't attempt to climb over jagged pieces of wood (some of which had rusty and bent nails protruding menacingly out of them).

Instead she admired the ghost pokemon from a distance. She had always wanted a Haunter of her own but knew better than try to capture one in the middle of its home. If she ever got one, it'd be because the Haunted wanted to be her Pokemon. She was content with looking and capturing a picture or two of the magnificent monster, the hole in the roof providing the perfect amount of moonlight for truly atmospheric shots. With the pale moonbeams, dust motes filtering around the air, and deep shadows it was easy to imagine the tragic past that lead the soul of someone or something living to become the ghost Pokemon in question.

When it phased out of existence she lowered her phone and flicked through the pictures with the pad of her thumb. Such an extraordinary creature deserved to be shared with all of her friends on her favorite photo sharing site! With a careless hum she uploaded the pictures, captioning them with the word 'splendide' or 'hanté'. Splendidly haunting the photos were to her.

After she finished she slipped the phone back into her purse. With her head dipped she felt the cold breath of the unliving against her neck. She looked up. Magdalene let out a startled screech. The Haunter cackled to itself as it pulled away, seconds ago so close to the psychic that their noses could have touched if Haunter had a nose.

The fight soon vanished and Magdalene issued a strained, nervous string of laughter. "Very funny." She told the Pokemon. "You play wonderful pranks."

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“I recommend the cake,” Celia replied instantly, in that holier-than-thou tone that only she could pull off.  Having paused between bites, she immediately resumed bringing another bite of the rosy-looking cake into her mouth.

“If she says it’s good, then it must be, but it’s up to you on what to get,” Esaias added.  He would make something, if only because it was cheaper, but he lacked not only ingredients but an frier.  Not to mention if she was trying to watch her figure at all then fried balls of dough covered in cinnamon were the last thing she should be eating… or anything Esaias made because if it wasn’t fried, it’s usually drowned in olive oil.  Well, at least he’d gotten a decent amount from the last ‘job’ he’d taken.

Magdalene hesitated. Despite being very slender and the spite still bubbling hard inside of her, years of conditioning left her torn. She even had to take a steadying breath before she sat down next to Celia. An adult and she still had issues with defying her mother's 'good' advice.

"Then I will have the same cake she is having," the young woman replied, back straightening and knees coming together in the perfect sitting posture. A piece of cake wasn't the end of the world.