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Kiss this girl goodbye and look forward to a new face! 

~ Savy 

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Fitzpleasure l Alt-J

Tall woman, pull the pylons down and wrap them around the necks of all the feckless men who queue to be the next.

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Kill of the Night l Gin Wigmore

The danger is I'm dangerous and I might just tear you apart... 

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Love In High Places l Kimbra

Find me in the forest, in the fire; find me in the midst of your desire. Find me in the secrets, in the lies; find me in the darkest place, and in the light.

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Outshining Star || Karen & Roxie

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Upon seeing the woman she offered this to ages ago, Roxie remembered exactly why she did. Karen seemed totally at ease, which was good, because Roxie wasn’t ready to hold this girl’s hand throughout filming the video. Besides, being sexy isn’t possible without confidence. Being sexy isn’t acting, it comes naturally. Roxie didn’t know much about that, but she could tell that Karen had it down pat.

Regardless how relaxed Karen was here, Roxie knew this place much better than she did. Plus, she would be up in the front during the whole video. Karen would make a great back up dancer, but that’s really all she was intended for. The main dancer, but still, just a back up dancer.

After exchanging words with her, Roxie went ahead and got everything tuned and good to go. Yeah, everything was going to be recorder over, but the band couldn’t really feel the music without experiencing it all over again. Music videos were really just a souped up jam session. Other than the set up, the band members really just wing it the entire time. Having extras this time would be interesting, to say the least. Roxie hardly knew what choreography meant at this point. She was just glad she didn’t have to do it.

She heard the clacking of heels against the hard floors become louder and louder, and when it got closer, Roxie only glanced behind her, then made a double take.

"Uh… Er.."

Jeez, under the lights, Karen looked like she was strutting down the catwalk over in Elesa’s gym. Straight out of a magazine. A super glam movie star. She had curves in the right places, even more curves than Jo. To get right down to the point, she was gorgeous. And it seemed like everyone in the room knew that.

"You just… shake what yer mama gave ya, girl."

She turned back around swiftly and cleared her throat before giving the director a nod, which initiated the final preparations of the set so that they could begin.

After the three clicks of the drum sticks, there was almost an explosion of sound, the fans were blowing, and Roxie’s voice filled the room.

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And, with that one, simple, basically non-informative whatsoever, line of direction, Roxie was turned and off to her own duties, taking position on the set.

Well... That's easy enough, I guess. 

The woman kept this line or response to herself as a simple thought, no further words from her to be spoken. There didn't seem to be much room for any more questions, anyways, with the staff and band members— Roxie included— all having taken their places. All Karen could do was make her way to stand in its mist while the whole scene became silent with concentration, the only communication being done with body language and eye contact between Roxie and the staff; interesting enough to Karen, none of that was necessary between the rockers, themselves, each seeming to be completely in sync with one another. 

It was that synchronization that led to the three clicks of the percussionist's drumsticks which signaled the start of the show. In a matter of seconds, the stillness of the room was utterly shattered by a sudden burst of sound, light, and color. 

Being in the center of all the action, it didn't take too long for the bomb blunette to adjust, as well as think the process and atmosphere all together was pretty damn rad. It wasn't the refined air of a chateau affair, but instead was a lot more like that of the clubs or underground events which she also found herself at. Because of this, Karen found herself at ease with the rhythm and began dishing out the same steps she within the crowds of a party— and it was the exact kind of movement Roxie had ordered: hips, sways, strokes, and struts aplenty. 

To Karen, this was all just good fun. Without any proper routine or borderlines to weigh down her mind, the woman did simply as she pleased while weaving around the others on the floor... Perhaps a little too freely, as a matter of fact.

The only possible issue was the lack of boundaries she had when it came to interactions between her and the band members. As she danced, she found herself drifting and staying very close to the players and props— namely, finding herself gravitating towards the drum set— and not easing up on any of her movement just because of the lack of distance, either. But, Karen was just doing what she always did in these settings, completely disregarding the effect that it tended to have on those around her.

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Money Power Glory l Lana Del Ray

I want money, and all your power, and all your glory. Hallelujah, I wanna take you for all that you got. Hallelujah, I'm gonna take them for all that they got.

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Worry Wisp || { Karen & Morty }

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At just her greeting, Morty could feel his face warm up just slightly—he enjoyed Karen’s company, but she was certainly an…affectionate woman.  Was that the right word for it?  He couldn’t say for sure—but in any case, he’d picked up on her taste for his blonde hair quite some time ago.  He wasnt sure if she knew that it was fake, and certainly wasnt planning on telling her any time soon.  The attention was too nice to risk losing over a technicality.

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"Well, great," she started, her tone of voice bouncing up in a whimsical manner as she continued to eye the man, reading his expressions while he examined and addressed her Pokémon. "You really do know your stuff, then."

While the Ghost-type specialist did his thing, Karen laid back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other with a brief, huff of a sigh. Her face sank back into the dull expression that it had held before.

"Yeah, I know you can't find them around here. I got it while on a trip in Sinnoh a couple years ago... But, it wasn't by choice; I actually caught it by accident, if you'd believe that. I won't go into details; let's just say that a ball touched it before I even knew what it was..." 

She paused in the midst of her reply, taking a moment to look back on the memory with more concentration. After a short while of this, she scratched her head, tongue clicking in her mouth from frustration, then looked back to Morty once again. 

"You know, I've never seen its... ghostly-aura— or whatever you call it— once, not even before I caught it. The only reason I had any idea that it was a Pokémon was because it went in the ball— I mean, there has to be something in there with that, yeah?"

Her eyes widened while she looked to him, as if eagerly awaiting an answer— or a comment, or opinion, or any little drop of information, really. Although she'd owned one for nearly all of her career as a trainer, Karen wasn't all that knowledgeable on Ghost-types; she'd only informed herself on gengars and its proceeding stages in order to raise and train Fatome properlly. As known, Dark-types were her specialty and what she was well informed on. She'd researched on spirtombs briefly just so she'd known something on what she was dealing with when it came to Wisp. She'd even discovered the thing was, ironically, a partial Dark-type, but regardless of this, none of the information had been helpful when it came to rousing the spirt from its tomb. The woman truly was out of her element when it came to this ongoing pesky situation. 

"I've tried and tried for so long, but nothing ever works..." she added, her voice deflated. "Sometimes I think it'd be best just to release it... But, part of me doesn't want to give up so easily. I know how rare they are, so that alone makes me want to keep it, but I really do care about its well being. I just don't know what to do myself anymore, that's all..."

"What about you, though?" She asked after finishing her story, Her voice was curious, and also carried a someone hopeful edge to it. Karen leaned far forward, nearly raising out from her chair, and looked up to Morty with oddly bright eyes. "You know a lot more about this than I do. I trust you, blondie. What do you think? Is there anything that can be done?"

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Worry Wisp || { Karen & Morty }

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The breeze that blew past was barely strong enough to shake the leaves on the trees of Bellchime Trail, and Morty sighed.  The warmer months were difficult for him, forcing him to stay inside when he woke up in the afternoon and not crawl out of hiding until the sun began to set.  He found himself on the path to the tower, hoping the autumnal appearance of the area would simply will it to be cooler, or even just less sticky…which of course it didn’t.  He knew better than that.

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Just as the woman had taken in the sight of the duplicated gengars, a stray sableye also suddenly crept up to the pair to make an appearance. Fatome sure was charismatic, wasn't she? What creature could possibly pop up next? A haunter? A misdreavus? A blonde boy? 

...Wait, where did that last thought come from?

Out of the corner of her eye, Karen saw just that, and one that'd she'd seen before, at that! Standing towards the other end of her table was a familiar blonde head with a familiar face to match: Morty, a good acquaintance of hers, and one she always liked to keep her eyes on.

"Well, well~" the woman started in a low, elongated tone, meeting the man's eyes with a pleased expression. "Hiya, blondie."

Did we mention he's blonde? Karen loves blondes, and thus started her soft spot for a certain gym leader.

"Me? I'm just watching over this clown as she swipes all of your ghosts." She nodded toward the duo of gengar with a chuckle. "You appearance certainly explained a lot. Sorry about Fatome's capture; apparently, she just has that charming effect on others."

At her mention, the female gengar darted towards her trainer and away from her new found friend. She let out a sound of delight as she hovered in front of Karen arms bobbing up and down and she moved. 

Karen smiled at her Pokémon's joy, moving her eyes over to her and then swiftly back to rest on Morty. It was here that they stayed until she suddenly noticed Fatome slow to a lack of movement from the corner of her sight. Turning her full attention back to her partner, she found that the Ghost-type had indeed stopped bouncing and even seemed displeased. She was staring at the idle stone that remained void of any signs of life upon the table. Karen then knew what was on her mind.

"Yeah, I know..." she cooed Fatome's worried expression, Karen's gaze then turning softer. She grabbed the stone off of the table and held it her palms near her gengar, who followed its every movement.

"Our little idea failed..."

After the words left her mouth, Karen found her expression turning sour, brows furrowing in frustration. She let out a quick breath and then looked back to Morty.

"Actually, this had been my real focus," she explained holding the stone up for him to see. "I'd assume you know what it is; or, at least I'd hope so."

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Outshining Star || Karen & Roxie

Roxie is fairly fond of Kanto. It was the region the band decided to do their very first tour in, and it was where they found their beloved mascot, Roxie’s Koffing. It was agreed they’d one day return for both nostalgic purposes, and profit, of course.

And what better time than the spring time! With the great weather and the wild vacationers, it was sure to be a party. Roxie didn’t expect for Kanto’s spring breakers to be nearly as wild as Unova’s, but she was sure some of them could get down, and she was glad to help them do it! Koffing and the Toxics had just come out with a brand spankin new album, and decided to perform a few songs for the first time. Of course, this brought in people, not just from Kanto, but all over. This was a never before seen performance, after all!

Not only were they new songs, but they tapped into new things that Roxie didn’t typically sing about. It was a risk at her age, but as the saying goes, “sex sells.” Taking this into consideration, the artist decided to look into that side of music. As a result, Roxie wrote a rather risque song about a “toxic woman,” using clever metaphors and hidden meanings to not make the song too X rated for her age.

Her song, Venomous Vixen, was only one among the few she performed for the Kanto crowd, and they seemed to be living for it. It was promised to be another successful album from Koffing and the Toxics.

Of course, when the band wasn’t on stage, they were attending all sorts of parties. Roxie never cared for the really exclusive parties, figuring it was full of uptight wads, but Billy Jo managed to convince her friend to attend a few with her and Nicky.

Roxie regretted it every time. She sat around the whole time while she watched everyone else drink and mingle in their high classed merriment. It was such a bore. Nicky always seemed to have the best time, which was no surprise. The parties usually consisted of nicely dressed women and alcohol, which he was the only one old enough to legally drink among the band.

Roxie would watch him approach women that were usually more than glad to spend time with him. It was one woman in particular that stood out to her, however. Just from a glance, Roxie could tell there was something different about her.

She was hot, no doubt, and she knew she was hot. The way she put Nicky through a loop proved that she was very used to this kind of attention. This woman could chew a man up and spit him out. Roxie didn’t know whether to be impressed or intimidated by her, but nonetheless, one thing came to her mind. This chick was the Venomous Vixen in the flesh.

Before Nicky ran her away, Roxie scooted back out of her seat in a rush to speak to her. Since Roxie clearly wasn’t a tipsy hound trying to get some, she was able to talk to the woman much easier, even getting her name before Nicky did.

Karen.

It wasn’t hard for the rock star to convince Karen into being the co-star of her music video. She seemed pretty on board with it before Roxie even went into specifics, which was always a plus. Roxie gave Karen the set date that they’d begin filming before they parted ways.

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The typical rush to get everything before the first shoot was bearing down on the band. Everyone was getting their hair, make up, and outfit together. The director gave the ten minute warning by the time Roxie was done. Not much had to be fixed around for her. She wore her typical outfit with her typical hairstyle. It just needed a bit of sprucing up, and a little foundation was applied to her fair skin.

She had ten minutes to kill. She usually used this time to focus and try to play out the video in her mind. However, she was distracted by the beauty getting her make up done on the other side of the room. Roxie and Karen hadn’t really had much time to talk before the shoot since she met her back in Kanto, she took this time as an opportunity to speak.

She approached Karen slowly, that sense of intimidation coming back to her again. What was up with that?

She placed a slightly shaky hand on Karen’s shoulder, giving it a pat.

"Yo, break a leg out there."

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Through her interactions as social events, Karen found herself in countless situations with many types of different people. Most of which were drunk off their asses and proved to be nothing but an annoyance to any pretty lady with their distasteful advances, or perhaps a mild form of entertainment depending on their state if she was lucky. 

Regardless of whether they were interesting or not, taking advantage of their foolish state was was a very simple task, especially when the said individual was completely head-over-heels, prepared to give anything they can offer just to have a chance with you... Money, jewelry, free drinks... There were definitely some pleasures to the pain of having to put up with ill-witted pursuers, and Karen would happily take all she could get.

But... there was one offer that came to her that was unlike one she'd ever received... But, she was just as pleased with it.

Actually, the offer had came not from the man hounding her himself, but from a younger, not slurring in speech, member of his posse. It turned out the shiny-headed man had been a member of a well known band that was touring Kanto at the time— not that Karen paid any attention to the music industry. She could care less about it. But, when she was asked to play a leading part in a music video promoting on of their new songs... That she would definitely show some interest in.

So, now here she was, brought to the set of the said shoot by the young girl she'd met, being prepped off to the side of the scene by a stylist. There wasn't a whole lot that needed to be done to her; mainly, she was simply having her hair curled and face buffed, along with some mascara. They'd even had an outfit for her: a mostly black leather ensemble which showed about as much skin as her casual outfits. Karen was right at home in this setting.

Right as the stylist was finishing up, the woman suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. The sound of Roxie's voice followed.

"Hah," the blunette let out a breath of amusement. Finished being prepped, she turned on her stool to meet her co-worker's eyes with a a smug expression. "You don't have to worry about that."

Worried was the last emotion Karen was experiencing at the time, nor nervous, shy, or any other spineless state of mind that was out there. Karen was being paid to do and be what she did and was every day: stunningly beautiful and enticing. This wasn't even work to her! There was nothing to fear; she was a natural. 

Karen then rose from the seat and— after looking herself over in the vanity one last time— made her way over to stand in the center of the set, the heels of her boots echoing through the studio with every step. It didn't take long for nearly every eye in the room on her— or, at least for any eye that hadn't been on her beforehand to make their way over. She then looked back to Roxie, one leg hiked and arms crossed at her waist.

"Just tell me what it is I'm doing, alright?"

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Kiss My Lips l DEV

I ain't like those other girls that you've been missing. I do it on my own. One of a kind, I'm in a league of my own.

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Aura l Lady Gaga

I'm not a wandering slave, I am a woman of choice. My veil is protection for the gorgeousness of my face.

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Easy Teasing || Karen / Clair

"Clair, you have to take us to Unvova.  Or Kalos.  Hell, even Sinnoh would do!”

"The Gym cannot be left unattended," Clair stated, crossing her arms under her chest and eying her Gym Trainers.  Paul brought his hand to touch one of Druddigon’s arm-spikes, but was stopped by a menacing Glare.  The blond stiffened, his outstretched arm curling slightly before going rigid; his fingers looked like claws—she’d told him that Druddigon didn’t like being touched by anyone but her.  And what did he do?  Get himself paralyzed!

Mike frowned at his partner’s stupidity but continued with the matter at hand.  “Can’t be left unattended, my ass!  I want another dragon.”

"You have a Gabite.  Is that not enough?"

"A different dragon, Clair.”  The brunette shot a look at Paul before taking a step towards her.  “I’m—We’re—just as much a part of the Clan as you are.  How is it fair that you can get time off to travel the world and collect dragons?  How many do you have now?  Druddigon, Salamence, Garchomp… the list goes on!  Oh, and don’t let me forget about the babies—”

A muscle in her eye twitched.  “I said no, Mike,” Clair repeated, her voice icy.  She frowned as she countered his hard look with an intense stare of her own.  If she took one, she’d have to take them all.  No, it was best if they all stayed, especially since she returned from abroad just two weeks prior.  It looked as if he wanted to argue, but he closed his mouth and turned on his heel, grabbing the now-wobbly Paul and storming away to the far side of the Gym.

Druddigon was by her side when the pair left, nudging her arm with his head. They are brats.  Clair rolled her eyes but didn’t respond.  What was with the Clan lately?  Ever since she returned, Grandfather had been on her about this, that, and the other thing—that other thing including pestering her about dating.  Hmph.  He needs to get a grip on reality, she thought angrily, leaving Druddigon behind.  First Grandfather, now the upstanding duo of Mike and Paul.  Fantastic.

Clair’s grumbling continued as she made her way to the Gym’s entrance.  She spotted a shady figure keeping close to the entrance, who seemed to not focus on the extravagant and lava-filled Gym, but on Clair herself.  Said Dragon Master was not comfortable being looked at as if she were an alien or a superstar.

"What are you staring at?  Quit it!” she demanded loudly as she drew near.  She grit her teeth when the person said nothing.  Who did they think they were, to mock her as they did?!  But as the figure came into view, Clair saw it was her friend Karen.  “Oh, it’s you,” she finished, slowing her speed-walk and coming to a halt beside her.  “Why are you here?”

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Man, I want a drink.

That was the mental message that had been ringing in Karen's head all day, and one demand she was always eager to meet.

Karen was always up for some alcohol, no matter the day or time. But, the problem was that an event which could provide her with such satisfying supplies was not available at every given time she got the hankering. Late evening on weekday wasn't exactly the ideal party conditions, and so none were in session for her to attend. 

In situations such as these, she would simply find her own location and grab a familiar face or two. The face she'd settled on this evening was one that she hadn't seen awhile and decided would be a good investment, and so she'd set off to retrieve her for a night out on the town. 

...Upon arriving, the woman could tell that she'd made the right choice. 

After almost being ran down by two grouchy looking kids and receiving a not-so-pleasant welcome from just the gal she came to see, Karen was left standing with a perplexed grin upon her face while she faced the Blackthorn Gym leader with curiously humored eyes.

"Well, damn," she spoke up with a laugh, "It's nice to see you, too."

The blunet adjusting her stance before continuing, shifting her weight onto the other heel and placing a hand upon her hip.

"I came to ask if you'd keep me company while I get a drink tonight, but I kinda think you need one more than I do." 

She then strolled over the stand beside Clair raising and arm in order to prop herself on the woman's shoulder.

"I swear, the air around you is so tense I could cut it with my nails," she said, lowering her head and raising her brows. She then raised back up and threw her arm fully across Clair's shoulders while she looked to her expectantly.

"It's not a question anymore; you're comin' with me, Clair-bear. C'mon."

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Oh, I'm a guilty one and I know what I have done. Yeah, I'm a troubled one and I won't be forgiven. 

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Worry Wisp || { Karen & Morty }

“Hey, Fatome, you better not have wandered off far!”

A certain elite’s voice boomed through the evening air, projecting off of the café she’d just exited with an icy espresso in hand. She wandered away from the door and to a nearby table, eyeing the scenery that flanked the building as she walked and sat down.

The beautiful flame colored forest that made up the wonder that was the Bellchime Trail was a breathtaking sight, but it was one that she had seen countless times, being very fond of it and of the city of Ecruteak itself. Yes, the woman took pleasure in the aesthetic of it very often, but at that moment she was gazing into its depths for a reason other than personal enjoyment; she was looking for a familiar figure which she had sworn she’d told to stay close by, at least until she had gotten her coffee and came back outside.

Tapping her heel in annoyance, she began to raise to her feet once again in order to call out a second time. But, in that exact moment, the face she’d been searching for appeared out of a large yellow shrub. Fatome, her gengar, trotted out from the foliage with a gaping grin stretched across her face. Two giggly ghastlies trailed behind her. The party halted not far from Karen’s table. The blunette eyed her Pokemon, making a questioning yet somewhat amused expression.

“Well, it certainly didn’t take you long to make friends,” she observed, clicking her tongue with a slight smile. The ghost-type emitted pure delight, cackling as the smaller spirits circled around her. Karen scoffed again, sporting a full-on grin at her partner’s joy.

“Take it easy on the passersby’s,” she gave as last one order, knowing what a fanatic her gengar—as well as all ghost-types—was of mischief upon the innocent. Fatome took the advice with an eerie squeal, then turned tail to run around the building and out of sight,

Karen exhaled, taking a sip of her beverage. With that out of the way, it was time to pay attention to a different matter, one which was her true reason for coming to the city today: Wisp, another one of her ghost-type Pokemon.

The woman drew a single, medium-sized stone from her bag and placed it on the table in front of her. She simply observed it for a moment, making no further contact with it after setting it down, almost as if she was expecting it to do something on its own. After a while, she placed a hand gently upon it and tried speaking.

 “Maybe you wanna try making friends, too?”

There was no response. Not a quiver, not a nothing.

“No good, huh?”

Her voice held the faintest hint of a sigh as she continued to poke at the stone. Eventually, she admitted defeat, drawing her hand away and bringing it up to support her face.

“I really don’t know what to do with you,” she added, pouting her lips to one side.

To any passerby, Karen probably looked very strange in that moment; she was talking to a rock, or at least it appeared to be a simple rock to most people. But, it was no ordinary rock. The strange engravings upon it said differently, and as did the fact that she had seen the strange being that made its home within it with her own eyes before—only once before, though.

This strange stone was actually Karen’s spiritomb, Wisp. Though it was a member of her team and sat alongside her other partners, this particular Pokemon was one that Karen’s connection with was very different. As a matter of fact, she had no connection with it, because it refused to interact with her whatsoever. The only time that she saw the spirt attached to it was when she first caught it, which had been by pure accident. During one of her trip’s to Sinnoh, she’d gone hunting along Route 209 and tripped. When she fell, a Poke Ball flew from her hand and landed on a nearby stone. That stone had actually been a Pokemon, which was very shocked when it was suddenly captured, exiting its tomb only to make a short cry before disappearing into the ball. Oddly, though, it had made no attempt to break free from the device, or at least had been unable to.

Wisp really was an odd member of her team. Karen had tried for as long as she could remember to get it to react to her or other Pokemon, but to no avail. Today was just another failed attempt. She’d brought Wisp and Fatome here to Ecruteak together hoping that Wisp would have been drawn out by all of the spiritual activity from other ghost-types in the area, perhaps per swayed by Fatome’s interactions. But, obviously, things were not going as planned.

Karen truly didn’t know what to do.

As she sat and pondered the situation they were in, suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar shrill screech. She quickly rose her head and looked around only to see Fatome had returned to her… but, with yet another friend beside her: a gengar.

 Karen made a face at her Pokemon, tilted her head slightly. She knew ghost-types were of high quantities in this area, but a gengar? Due to their odd method of evolution, gengars weren't typically found in the wild. If so, what was this gengar's story?

“Who’d you swipe this guy from…?”