“ i’m about to play my ace. ” @spkmth, from HERE.
HE’S STILL UNCOMFORTABLE IN CROWDED PLACES, which is to be expected from a graveyard b skulker like allister. but any battle is worthy of his full attention, especially one with piers as his opponent. of course this is only for exhibition, but ... it’s still a challenge. more of a challenge than he’s used to.
he’s down to his dusknoir & his gengar, which patiently waits inside of its dusk ball for allister’s call. dusknoir is getting tired, if that’s possible for ghosts, but the boy is keyed in on how the ghost’s gut b maw hangs loosely open & its eyelid droops. he mentally wills it to hang in there a little longer, purple eyes flashing out from behind the bleak sockets of the mask for only a moment as he turns to regard his opponent.
“ then play, piers ... ” the masked boy rasps, raising his arm to alert his dusknoir but not to recall it. “ show us ... your mastery of the dark ... show us what we know so well ... ”