In response to being branded 'naughty' left and right, Moriarty shrugged with an exaggerated air of indifference... but perked immediately when Clarence plopped the apple he'd held into a stubby purple hand. He ate it in two bites (which could've been considered nibbles, given the size of his teeth---there was nothing on earth like a gengar's grin) and seemed pleased to stay sitting where he was hoping another apple might appear.
“Not at all. I'd be a little surprise if you didn't ask, sooner rather than later.” Expecting the question to the extent he had didn't stop Clarence from looking a bit sheepish as he realized how the story might sound, though he was still smiling. “I was exploring an abadoned hospital by Black City, since I had some time to myself on a trip to Unova. Because the distribution of Unova's pokemon population changes more rapidly, and more radically, than one will see in any other region, I was wondering what I might find---especially since I was sure to find some sort of ghost-type, at such a site. We weren't there long before we started to hear strange noises, which we followed.”
Diana began to creep down from the top of Zeran's head, somehow having the bodily attitude of someone slinking towards the concession stand at a show. As she went, she was listening to Clarence, but looking at Zeran's lemonade.
“I know it's not the course of action one would generally recommend, but at the time? I thought it was likely to be an individual wanting help, or to communicate, to play a prank, or to arrange an ambush. An ambush wouldn't've been the best thing, but I'd rather not leave one for a less-prepared person to walk into. I had more than my immediately-apparent company, and my team is very capable, so I wasn't worried. If it were any of the other things, fine, good; I like to help, and I like to talk, and I have a sense of humour.” Clarence glanced to Noemi and Buddy, shrugging a little; still sitting on the floor, Moriarty nodded almost solemly to confirm his trainer did like to help, and did like to talk, and did have a sense of humour. “It wasn't exactly any of those things I thought likely, but I didn't learn that until a little later. We followed the sounds until we found a room with a mask---Noemi's mask---on the bed within. I was a little surprised to find that we were dealing with a yamask, but learning that... well, finding her mask in a place to be picked up was an indication that she wanted to say or do something. I wanted to know what, so I... both invited, and enabled, possession, by giving Marley my glasses and putting her mask on. As you do.”
Filling a beat for reactions by drinking more of his lemonade, Clarence lifted a hand, and, once he'd finished drinking, turned to address Trevor's admission. “Moriarty, as a socialized pokemon, is not dangerous. Wild gengar can be---and their evolutionary relatives, too. Some are fine, and friendly; others just want to laugh at the living, scaring whoever they're able; others will actively prey on people. Beyond the gengar line, some wild ghost-types are reliably harmless, while some are reliably hostile, but any you see with a human companion won't bother you... unless they're inquisitive, or trying to get a reaction through mild misbehaviour. You've met Queenie, I hear, so you've surely seen what I mean.”
(Clarence had no knowledge of the little pumpkaboo that had been mystified by something strange it sensed, but that pokemon---which had studied Trevor intently, tilting its head further and further until it just tipped over onto its side---would've been another excellent example.)
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Date: 2021-12-06 07:45 pm (UTC)hoping another apple might appear.“Not at all. I'd be a little surprise if you didn't ask, sooner rather than later.” Expecting the question to the extent he had didn't stop Clarence from looking a bit sheepish as he realized how the story might sound, though he was still smiling. “I was exploring an abadoned hospital by Black City, since I had some time to myself on a trip to Unova. Because the distribution of Unova's pokemon population changes more rapidly, and more radically, than one will see in any other region, I was wondering what I might find---especially since I was sure to find some sort of ghost-type, at such a site. We weren't there long before we started to hear strange noises, which we followed.”
Diana began to creep down from the top of Zeran's head, somehow having the bodily attitude of someone slinking towards the concession stand at a show. As she went, she was listening to Clarence, but looking at Zeran's lemonade.
“I know it's not the course of action one would generally recommend, but at the time? I thought it was likely to be an individual wanting help, or to communicate, to play a prank, or to arrange an ambush. An ambush wouldn't've been the best thing, but I'd rather not leave one for a less-prepared person to walk into. I had more than my immediately-apparent company, and my team is very capable, so I wasn't worried. If it were any of the other things, fine, good; I like to help, and I like to talk, and I have a sense of humour.” Clarence glanced to Noemi and Buddy, shrugging a little; still sitting on the floor, Moriarty nodded almost solemly to confirm his trainer did like to help, and did like to talk, and did have a sense of humour. “It wasn't exactly any of those things I thought likely, but I didn't learn that until a little later. We followed the sounds until we found a room with a mask---Noemi's mask---on the bed within. I was a little surprised to find that we were dealing with a yamask, but learning that... well, finding her mask in a place to be picked up was an indication that she wanted to say or do something. I wanted to know what, so I... both invited, and enabled, possession, by giving Marley my glasses and putting her mask on. As you do.”
Filling a beat for reactions by drinking more of his lemonade, Clarence lifted a hand, and, once he'd finished drinking, turned to address Trevor's admission. “Moriarty, as a socialized pokemon, is not dangerous. Wild gengar can be---and their evolutionary relatives, too. Some are fine, and friendly; others just want to laugh at the living, scaring whoever they're able; others will actively prey on people. Beyond the gengar line, some wild ghost-types are reliably harmless, while some are reliably hostile, but any you see with a human companion won't bother you... unless they're inquisitive, or trying to get a reaction through mild misbehaviour. You've met Queenie, I hear, so you've surely seen what I mean.”
(Clarence had no knowledge of the little pumpkaboo that had been mystified by something strange it sensed, but that pokemon---which had studied Trevor intently, tilting its head further and further until it just tipped over onto its side---would've been another excellent example.)