#ghostxnovelist

[elitexfourxlucian]

@ghostxnovelist

After having spent the past few months touring Kalos, Lucian turned to Shauntal with a small smile. "So, has a particular area piqued your interest thus far? I find there is much beauty to be had outside of Lumiose City."

[a-hell-of-a-lot-of-muses]

@ghostxnovelist

Once Lucian had woken up from that very strange, questionable dream, he realized that his mind was perfectly clear. The issue that had been plaguing him for months was resolved, leaving him with a clear path forward.

It was time to do what he should have done months ago.

Taking out his pokegear, Lucian dialed Shauntal's number. He could have sent her a text, but that felt too impersonal for something as important as this.

Once she picked up, he began to speak. "My apologies for disturbing you. I was wondering if you had some time to spare? I wish to give you my answer." Perhaps that was a bit too blunt, but he saw no point in beating around the bush about it.

[psychic-master-will]

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"What is it like to train ghost types?"

[journcys]

It’s not often that N goes to speak to the league—the last time he had really been here was when he barrelled through to defeat Alder on the whims of his father—leaving nothing but a war path of defeated elites behind him. That, however—was in the past, with N being gone for a couple of year Sh til his father had resurfaced, now he tried to stay in Unova more then not.

“Shauntal, are you busy?” He asks as he knocks on the door—no challengers today it seemed, unless he had just missed them. Ziya pushes past him and starts to sniff around the room, the Zoroark curious about the things inside now that she’s been allowed to roam out of her pokeball more often then not.

“I seem to have a difficult time with ghost pokemon. While I understand them, they don’t seem to take me very seriously, and it seems there’s a small group causing some problems in Nimbasa,” turning off machines and lights, ect.

“I thought perhaps you could help?”

// @ghostxnovelist

[healbellls]

@ghostxnovelist has sent: {For Morty!}

Shauntal lightly tapped her pen against her cheek before turning to a fellow Ghost-type trainer. "Pardon me a moment, Morty, but I've got a question for you..if you have the time to humor me?" She rocked on her heels a bit, pondering how to properly word her inquiry. "As a trainer who deals with ghosts, do you ever have issues with the locals or anyone when traveling to other regions due to the Pokemon that keep you company? Just asking for a friend.."

Color him surprised to be reached out like that, especially coming from someone who largerly outranked him. Although, he was also mostly surprised by the fact she recognized him, to begin with.

The man promptly shook his head in agreement, as he quietly listened to her at first. Her question was a fairly easy one, his answer was at the tip of his tongue. One quick look at a watch above them, and he was sure they still had time to spare, until the next train arrived at the station.

He shot a quick glance down at his Gengar, which was disguised as his shadow this entire time, and was merely listening to their exchange.

"Each region comes with its own set of beliefs, and different cultures. Some are a lot more receptive towards ghost-type pokemon, whereas others clearly don't want anything to do with them." Morty responded calmly, his gaze finally returned to Shauntal, his friendly smile never left his face. "I guess you could say I was graced enough, to reside in Johto instead of Kanto. My land is a lot more respectful to ghost-types, than Kanto could ever come close to. Sinnoh seems to fear them a lot, I can't blame them for that with some of the stories I heard. I couldn't even walk around with them, being out of my pokeballs. Hoenn on the other hand, seems to handle it a lot better."

A pause, while he rested his back against the wall behind him, then crossed his arms over his chest. "This is my first time in Unova, so I'm still figuring out what the general consensus about them may be. Since you're one of the elite four members, I'm assuming it must be half-decent." His smile turned into a prideful grin, that was when his Gengar let out a loud cackle, from his shadow.

[emmetrain]

@ghostxnovelist || Continued from here.

The Gear Station have hosted many passengers daily, whether from Unova or other regions entirely. It was expected to see familiar, prominent figures of Unovan League in the train cars, but still a welcome surprise in Emmet's eyes as he approached the Elite Four member and the ghost-type expert, Shauntal herself!

Gloved hand gripped the handrail, though it would not stop Emmet from gesturing by pointing to wherever he needed to as he talked. It was as if his hands were more part of the conversation than his words. His excitement made itself known in the giddy smile and the way the train conductor bounced slightly on his steps.

"I am Emmet! Your story with your friend Belina, your trust for each other, your incredible bond! It is making me feel verrrrry happy—and proud to be an Unovan whose Elite Four is as strong as you!" Emmet commented, pointing up as he did.

"My brother's Chandelure accompanies me in Super Doubles Line, and we are unstoppable together! She does not have a name other than Chandelure, but maybe I should encourage Ingo and help him come up with a fitting name? Anyway!" Before he continuously rambled. "The smallest Litwick! It's... It is verrrrrrrry nice to hear about how nice your grandfather was! The patience he had helped you go up in your tracks to reach Victory with Bellina as your co-pilot! It is heartwarming!" There was only a hint of jealousy on the topic of a supportive family. He had Ingo so he could not complain, but bitter feelings about those who never deserved that word churned inside.

"When my eelektross, Spaghetti, was a small Tynamo, I felt the same way. We did not have a room or a Pokeball to keep her safe in, so I would spend the nights checking on her frequently." The year without shelter, now a distant song neither of sorrow or fondness.

Emmet thought over his words, a newly-formed habit forced upon him by Ingo to avoid being too blunt. Winning was everything. But wasn't he also aware that loss could bring multitudes in regards to emotions? Sadness was a given, yet, in Shauntal's situation, who wouldn't be happy and proud! Wasn't he always proud of his family after every battle? "Battles are the way we show our true potential" —Emmet placed his free hand on his chest, above his heart— "and how we see the world. It is freeing to show your passion, dedication and will in a battle. I think Spaghetti feels the same way when we give our best together. Chandelure, too."

A content sigh escaped him as he tilted his head with a bright smile. "Unknown is scary. Not being the best at something, even more so. And I find ghosts verrrrrry scary. Would you have any tips on how to bond better with my dear Chandelure, and ghosts, in general?"

[chaserainbows]

""Alright, team bookworms, there's only one thing to do."

"We must seize the means of production!"

[ruffledqwils]

(Starter for @ghostxnovelist!)

Hugh was not an avid reader, really at all. But...his sister. Grace, loved to read with Liepard, and wanted to really get a new novel that was coming out, one that was authored by the one and only Shauntal of the Elite Four here in Unova! It was pretty big news, and apparently there was a book signing during the work week that coincided with its release. In turn, Hugh's sister wasn't able to go since she had school, and their mom didn't want her to miss a single day...but Hugh was an adult, and free on the day of release. So here he was, trying to find a copy of the new book...but damn was he struggling, people waited in lines for this, and it was basically sold out by the time he got into the bookstore!

This left Hugh in a predicament, as he checked out every shelf in the store as those who had grabbed their copies waited for the scheduled signing, and he buried his face into his palm, grumbling to himself in frustration as he found himself bookless in the back of the store. "Dammit....Grace is gonna be so upset..."