RP w/ professorsycam0re
Office 2B of Lumiose Labs was empty for as long as Mal could remember. She had been there a year, but not one soul had been seen in there. Even the Chandelure was hesitant to go in at times.
Mal came from a very traditional culture that held a lot of superstitions. She figured that perhaps it was haunted, or maybe they wanted to leave it intact because the person who worked there passed away. There was a photo of a man in a lab coat, about ten years younger than Sycamore, with ruly black hair that surrounded the ears. He held the Gible that would one day grow to be the good-hearted Garchomp who greeted everyone who stepped in the door.
The last she saw of that man was going up against giants of the sky, land and sea. That was seven months ago at least, and he never called back. Mal assumed that he probably lost his life that day.
When she visited her parents’ village for a festival, she bought some incense and powder. When she returned, she alit them in Office 2B. She played a requiem first, and then poured the powder around the desk.
She clapped her hands together. “Maco eroi ma’ba yafa uo yata. (May your next life be good).” She turned her head and was met with a familiar face.
