#fallenspirit

Along with Spirit, Ice had headed out after her, taking along his six oldest and most trusted pokemon. It didn’t totally suit him to be leaving Espeon behind, but from the sounds of it, the goal here was a battle with a legendary (or two). He’d spent the last few days thinking about it, and this arrangement was his decision.

So trudging through the tundra’s countryside with his roommate he went, hands in pockets, aura senses carefully tuned-in to the surroundings just enough to pick up on anything off. His demeanour was rather serious and focused, which could be put down to the situation as a whole, but... that wasn’t the only reason.

Something prickled at his senses. He stopped in place, staring in the direction of the Crown Shrine.

“...we better get a move on.”

When they arrived at the scene, the first obvious thing was the barrier that had been put in place. Psychic-type? Ice didn’t actually know much about the opponents they’d be facing, but this seal was the kind of thing that seemed like the work of a psychic-type. The main entry was sealed off by it, but...

He would spend a few seconds standing still in place, eyes closed, performing a quick scan of the area. ...there was another way to get in. Also, he had picked out the presences of Ashe and Logan, along with one, two other powerful ones. Hostile. The opponents.

“This way.” Leading the way to the apparently newly-created ‘side door’, he was cautious about barging in, though he could hear the battle going on inside. If it is a psychic-type, then Absol could be a good choice. Don’t know about the other one, though...

“You ready?” he asked Spirit.

“I should be nervous but I think we could get through this. Thank you for being with us anyway, it means a lot to me.”

You already know I don’t vibe with most ghost pokemon but I won’t deny you this...litwick is baby. 8/10 I dare not give a lower score than that

Joseph had been taking a much needed walk out in the tundra. He had decided to have it a decently short one.

After everything that had happened, he needed a little breather. Of course Morgan would understand, but like always he knew not to take too long, otherwise she would grow concerned.

He wouldn’t be far though.

On his way on his walk, he went by the cabin Spirit was in, and he saw that the young man was outside. Joseph had noted that Spirit had been for the most part after the incident, avoiding the group.

He hadn’t pressured him on it so far, more or less because he knew how certain traumatic events needed their own time to come to terms with. At least, that is what he guessed out of his own experience.

But now he saw him there, and to Joseph, he seemed to either be in deep thought, or concerned.

So Joseph approached him.

“Hey there.” He said lightly enough to Spirit, he gave him a reassuring smile and a wave. “I haven’t seen you around with the others, you doing alright?” He asked him.

His tone kind but not too probing. He was simply treating it like he was just giving him a check on, seeing if he wasn’t holding up alright.

The Mall Car had been abandoned for months. One by one, the Apex children had vanished. Some had left on their own journeys from the beginning, others had stayed for longer. But ultimately all of them left the train.

Grace had been the last to leave. And ironically enough, it had been his decision to finally confront her again that had led to her number dropping the rest of the way down to zero. She’d had some sort of breakthrough, and he’d been left feeling just the same as he had before.

He should have seen that coming.

In the end, Simon had been left alone. He was, quite literally, the ghost of the Apex. The last trace that remained, aside from The Mall Car itself and the graffiti that lined every available surface from ceiling to floor.

It was easy to slip into the mindset that he was fully isolated from everyone and everything outside of the car he was in. Afterall, he had discovered some time ago that he couldn’t leave.

But despite the tattered, dusty, abandoned condition it was in, The Mall Car was still a part of the train. And that meant that even though Simon could no longer leave, others could still come in. A fact that he had nearly forgotten.

So needless to say, the sound of the door being opened for the first time since the last of the Apex children had left the car was incredibly jarring. And turning to see another passenger only doubled that response.

To the aforementioned passenger, it would seem as though Simon had just materialized out of thin air. Though in truth he had been standing not far from the door the whole time. Still unable to control how he appeared, the way he looked was rather disturbing- covered in numbers and grisly wounds from the ghom attack that had led to his demise.

“Seven day weekend, up all night!” The young man murmured to himself and wrote it down on a notepad, sitting outside a building within Spikemuth. He’d been keeping an eye on things while Piers was out, so Vordrick was a little...bored. His Toxtricity was nearby too but the derpy poison type was getting antsy, so he started exploring around the entrance to the city.

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