“It really is, and there's been no better time than the present. My uncle's assisting a colleague in Unova, so he'll have no need of me for some time, and Victor can manage both his gym battles and current projects without me... at least, for a while.” The small smile remained on Clarence's face, though he shook his head a little. “I'm not saying that out of egotism, but because one of those projects may have him playing host to an ecological research team. He can't really monitor an apparatus or receive challengers if he's in the middle of Webwood.”
When Trevor and the two ghosts returned, he lit a little, pleasantly surprised to see Buddy was comfortable enough to accept a snack. (To accept what was offered was a small step towards actually engaging, as he hoped the phantump would.) Trevor's smile got another in return, and the apples a sincere “Thank you,” before Clarence set his drink aside to pick up both apples, and turn to his shadow.
The young man said nothing for a moment, debating, and then dropped one apple above his shadow. It fell into like it had fallen into fog, or through one of Queenie's illusions, and no sound of impact came. “Now that you can't claim that I'm cruel, I'm telling you, if you want the other one, you'll have to show yourself and be civil.” His tone was, at worst, mildly exasperating, but it was fond, too. He retained an air of fond regard as his shadow made a melodramatic sighing motion, and a... rotund aberration (at least, in the eyes of someone who had never seen a gengar before) rose so as to stand in the room. It was very purple, and furry—the hair on its front and limbs short, but lengthening and clumping to form soft spikes along its back---and graceless, plopping onto its bottom to block the 'aisle' between couch and coffee table,s stubby little legs stuck out in front, stubby little tail stuck out in back.
“Now you've seen it, Trevor; the face of naughtiness.” Clarence gestured to his gengar with the hand what held the remaining apple. “Like most of his kind, Moriarty likes to scare people and play pranks, but he's not dangerous, or mean. Just naughty.”
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When Trevor and the two ghosts returned, he lit a little, pleasantly surprised to see Buddy was comfortable enough to accept a snack. (To accept what was offered was a small step towards actually engaging, as he hoped the phantump would.) Trevor's smile got another in return, and the apples a sincere “Thank you,” before Clarence set his drink aside to pick up both apples, and turn to his shadow.
The young man said nothing for a moment, debating, and then dropped one apple above his shadow. It fell into like it had fallen into fog, or through one of Queenie's illusions, and no sound of impact came. “Now that you can't claim that I'm cruel, I'm telling you, if you want the other one, you'll have to show yourself and be civil.” His tone was, at worst, mildly exasperating, but it was fond, too. He retained an air of fond regard as his shadow made a melodramatic sighing motion, and a... rotund aberration (at least, in the eyes of someone who had never seen a gengar before) rose so as to stand in the room. It was very purple, and furry—the hair on its front and limbs short, but lengthening and clumping to form soft spikes along its back---and graceless, plopping onto its bottom to block the 'aisle' between couch and coffee table,s stubby little legs stuck out in front, stubby little tail stuck out in back.
“Now you've seen it, Trevor; the face of naughtiness.” Clarence gestured to his gengar with the hand what held the remaining apple. “Like most of his kind, Moriarty likes to scare people and play pranks, but he's not dangerous, or mean. Just naughty.”
[ooc: here is a decent size reference, featuring Johto's ghost-type gym leader]