Before Neo even had so much as a CHANCE to stop her, his Dragapult had disappeared into NOTHINGNESS. AGAIN. It wasn’t only problematic because she worried him; it was more because he never knew where she was going to be. She could go anywhere she so pleased within only a number of seconds, as far as from one part of the region to another. He had NO IDEA how much potential she truly had to be a MENACE.
But it was not currently Dragapult’s desire to cause any trouble. No — she sensed a child, and even better, she sensed that this child understood her GHOSTLY nature.
Whether or not she would startle the young Gym Leader with her sudden appearance did not bother her; she thought nothing of it, and without a second thought, the Dragapult crept from her portal, spreading through the ground and covering it in DARKNESS, before letting out a CREEPY but SWEET growl before Allister. A toothy smile crept across her face as she moved close, only to frown as she sensed her trainer approach.
❝ OI, girl! Ya can’t keep running off like that! ❞
Dashing at a steady pace, Neo let out a frustrated HUFF as he came to his Pokémon, seeming to almost completely disregard Allister’s presence as he began to scold her. ❝ Ya scared the piss outta me, y’know! We talked about this! What if you go so far away that I can’t find ya ever again, huh? ❞
Dragapult let out a soft hiss in response, before gesturing her horned head in the direction of the Ghost-type Gym Leader. That finally brought Neo to understanding as to why she had run away from him. He perked up, giving the child a BRIGHT smile. ❝ Allister! ’M sorry if she caused ya any trouble! She must’ve scared ya, huh, lad? I’m real sorry about her — it’s her motherly instincts gettin’ a little out of control. ❞
The Pokémon let out a snarl, gently whacking her trainer with her translucent tail, which caused Neo to pout in her direction before continuing, ❝ She’s a fussy thing, but she’s taken a likin’ towards you ever since we first fought! Guess that’s why she must’ve run off… ❞
Allister liked to be alone. Which wasn’t a weird thought by any means, considering his background or history involving social interaction, but something that still managed to get people talking anyways. There was little error to be had when by himself. Less fear, paranoia; just him and his thoughts.
...And Mikmikyu. Mimikyu too, because Gengar would be easily spotted by people that wandered a bit too far out from town, and that’s unnecessary attention he didn’t particularly want. Which was fine, because Mimikyu was a great talking partner- always could get what he was saying even if it wasn’t always said right.
His hair flickers quickly, and Mimikyu returns to his Pokeball with little hesitation. They were similar in that way- neither really liked interacting with others unless it was during a gym battle. And he waits, but it isn’t long before the perpetrator arises from the shadows created within the ground that sat under his feet. The sound of a Dragapult, unnatural and creeping ever slightly down the spine, in a delightful way that Allister can’t help but smile at. And reaches forward to give the newcomer a welcoming pat on the head-
Ironically enough, it’s more of the trainer’s yell rather than the Pokemon that scares Allister senseless. Hunching his shoulders in a vain attempt to hide himself from the sudden interruption, even if it was far away. It’s not an unfamiliar person that shows up- the ghost gym leader always remembers the face (or at least general body shape) of every person that chooses to enter his gym. The attention at being remembered himself however... is something he could certainly live without.
“....S’aight...” he responds, a part of him wanting to mention that the man himself (Neo, Neon without the E, New), was more of a fright than any ghost could ever be, and maybe takes a little bit of a laugh at the Dragapult’s attitude. Understandable, an interrupted conversation is always a missed opportunity between a ghost and a human. “Sh-She prolly jus’ wanted to.... to t-talk...” is what comes from his mouth, because sometimes he too has his actions misinterpreted- but at least he can speak Galarian. “Wh-Which is fine! I... wouldn’t mind talking...”
Quite the opposite in fact; he would love to have a conversation with the lovely dragon.
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