#themagicalhex

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False Alarm | Morty & Chroma

Starter for @themagicalhex

“I saw… a scary looking woman in the Burned Tower…” The young girl’s voice was shaking despite her best efforts to regain her composure. “She... looked like a ghost...”

If it weren’t for his familiarity with the area, Morty might have believed it was indeed a ghost that gave this child a fright. But there was no record of human spirits haunting the Burned Tower. Only the legendary beasts were known to have perished in the fire long ago.

“Are you sure that’s what you saw?” He asked the girl, receiving a slow nod from her in response. “It might have just been an illusion.” The wild Gastly in the ruined tower were notorious for scaring children away from their habitat in that manner. The girl quickly shook her head, wiping away the tears that were forming in her eyes.

The gym leader eyed the tower from where they stood, regarding it with mild suspicion after she calmed down enough to tell the rest of her story: She was exploring the when she heard the muttering of a woman’s voice. When the girl turned around, she saw a pale woman crouched on the floor wearing a long black dress. The girl ran away in fear before she could even think about getting a second look at her.

He hadn’t sensed any presence of supernatural activity forming in the ruins lately and there was nothing that gave him a cause for concern, but he wasn’t about to dismiss the child’s claims.

“You just wait out here, alright? I’m going to go check it out.” Morty said to her with a reassuring pat on her shoulder.

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☆—Please welcome Hex Maniac!

Here’s her blog; remember to give her a follow!

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Okay, that sounds like good stats. I’d like to reserve hex maniac, please. January 17, 2019 @ 9:20 pm central timezone. This is my personal blog.

I think our meeting was foretold in the stars!  Too bad it didn’t warn me what my fortune was going to be... gosh, I hope it’s good... how’s the Hanged Man?  That sounds kind of sketchy... but, well, you’re the expert!  Or maybe don’t tell me.  I don’t know if I want to know!  But hey, maybe others might be interested!  How about you read everyone’s fortune-- but first, follow them all on the Masterlist!

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Please welcome Hex Maniac ♀!

Here’s her blog; remember to give her a follow!

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(( here! ))

I’ve got two words for you: they’re everywhere.  Oh!  I’m feeling a bit queasy and more than a little uneasy…  Would you be a dear and follow everyone on the Masterlist?  Your aura is a little too eerie for me.

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Living Glyphs || Melody & Eerie

It wasn't rare to have people wanting to visit the Ruins. Usually they were simply directed to the main one since that one had been declared safe to visitors and might've also been a little more interesting to them since it looked a tiny bit more like a museum with statues and less like boringly endless dark halls with nothing but strange markings engraved in the walls.

Occasionally some would find themselves trespassing into places they shouldn't- some of the more stick-up-the-rear colleagues sometimes blew off their tops at them, but most others like Melody just politely informed them that they'd accidentally gone the wrong way and were in a potentially more dangerous zone.

And then, on a few rare occasions, some of them very knowingly and purposely entered the sections that were off-limits to anyone not part of the research team.

When Melody spotted the unusual figure near one of the not-visitor entrances, she quickly made her way over to them to inform them.

"Excuse me!" she called out, stopping beside them as she finally arrived. "This section is off-limits to visitors. If you're lost, I could show you the way to the main ruins?"

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Out of Control || Red & Eerie

It was cold, so damn cold. Red's exposed arms were numb from being out in this frozen environment for so long. He didn't care really, he could deal with cold. He used to love the cold and he used to love snow but as he stood on this mountain by himself all those feeling just left him. It was as if he couldn't feel anymore. 

He didn't mind. When he felt things, he just got irritated and grief took him over. The cold weather and the alcohol helped to numb that feeling. When he was drunk and frozen, nothing could make him feel sad. The downside to that was he never felt any happiness. 

He looked back inside the cave that he made his home. It was pretty simple. There was a roaring fire and some leaves he used as a bed. The floor was also littered with empty bottles and broken glass. 

As he took a look at the floor, he thought for the first time that maybe he was drinking too much to try to numb the pain. He gave a hollow chuckle at that, he had already known that for a long time, he was just admitting it to himself now. 

He knew that he wasn't 'well' and he knew that what he was doing wasn't healthy but he didn't give a shit. The healthy thing to do would be to embrace his feelings of sadness and guilt but he had no intention of embracing anything. He was fine living without happiness as long as it meant that he could live without sadness. 

Red didn't know why he stayed up on this damn mountain. One of his best friends died here not even a year ago. "I must be seriously fucked up to stay here," he whispered to himself. What kind of person finds solace in a place where their best friend died? 

Red stood outside waiting for anything interesting to make itself known to him. It had been too long since anyone had come up here. Sometimes he got challenged here. There was apparently a rumour about a ghost trainer who lived on the mountain. He had laughed when he first heard that. He had laughed harder than he had for a long time. 

Most of the other company he got were either women he who brought up here or friends that were worried about his mental state. The women could never stay here for long as they weren't built for the climate and his friends would just annoy him about how he wasn't well. He'd usually just get angry at his friends and lash out at them. He hadn't ever actually raised a fist against anyone but he had been close. 

As he stood atop the the mountain looking down. He saw a small figure making its way towards him. He grinned and took out a Pokeball. It wasn't the comforting grin he was known for, it was more like the grin a of a predator who was sure to devour his prey. 

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