#syllusion

"Greetings child, you look like a mon in need of company today." The small, fluffy Eevee stated, awkwardly imposing himself on the Zoroark he'd noticed while ruffling some bushes. His awareness and insight were not what they should be.

It was a strange night indeed. Away from Nimbasa City and Unova where his memories, good and bad, awaited him like a moth to a flame, and away from prying eyes, now that once a joyful and wonderful day only left an empty shell of sorrow, Emmet felt more at ease in the isolated clearing in the forest than he felt at home in recent years, following the incident.

As a hitchhiker who gave no name and wanted to be let out once at Sinnoh, roadside of wild nothingness, he knew he was being verrrrry suspicious. He just wanted to grieve yet another birthday without his brother around, but the solitude was an unpleasant company Emmet could not bear.

He took a seat despite knowing the grass stains were going to be a nightmare on his white pants, as he was settling in and taking a deep breath to ease his lungs. His attire was not following the dress code, just an old black sweater, his old jacket he had altered to erase any identifiable signs on it. Though, he wished he could have kept the jacket arm longer to cover the scars on his right arm, reminiscent of a distant failure. The small chain was moving with the night breeze, hung on the pocket watch he kept with him as he did not carry his phone. He could not stomach seeing all the people celebrating a day that no longer sounded true.

Setting the many plastic bowls and plates with berries and snacks he had gathered and prepared, as well as small party hats to offer to make his inner child happy, he lit up the incense to invite the neighbors for the small pity party.

As the pokemons were drawn to the pretty pastel green clouds of the incense, Emmet plated some of the snacks and dishes into smaller bowls and offered them to the curious friends.

"I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss. Feel free to eat as much or as little as you want," Emmet spoke softly with a tried smile. Being on the road all day was starting to take its toll.

"It's my brother's birthday today. He... He looks like me, but with shorter hair. He also does not smile a lot. He is verrrry strong and wears black. If you see him, can you... tell we miss him? That I... I miss him?" Emmet told the story for the nth time as he was offering yet another bowl.

Small footsteps mixed with bigger ones, but Emmet did not look around to see who they were. Everyone was welcome to get some food, and a party hat if they wished. It was lifting his spirits to see the pokemons with the hats happily chomping on the snacks.

@syllusion

“When I… When I got t’Rock Star, I, ugh… WHOO! I never knew tha desert was that there long…!! Where tha heck is that there pyramid anywho?! Some pyramid scheme I’m aimin’ for here!” came the exhausted and perturbed rants of the robed stranger, dragging his tired feet across the landscape. With a heavy determination and reckless endeavour, he dragged his yellow sneakers against the dried and sandy terrain. Coughing would cause his lips to get dryer, which he managed to wet with some Whispy Whisky that he stored along.

“If I knew any better,… should be… jus’ ‘round… ugh…” then, he tripped across some rocks, landing against his stomach with a dust cloud forming around him. “Ahhh… it’s hopeless, I ain’t ever gonna find it… gah!! Whut am I sayin’?! Kings… dun’… GIVE. UP.” then he pushed himself towards his feet, feeling his knees nobble a tad, but he remained sufficiently hopeful to find his very destination. After kicking himself up a dune, he would eventually find… “I… I found it… Haaaa…! Yeah,… I…! I did find it all by m’self! I dun’ need no seekin’ squad!!”

He was on the quest for achieve the essence of a certain crystallised monster that he and the heroes fought against in the pyramid, which happened to be Rock Star. But, in this very case, the King wasn’t really situated on Rock Star in the first place,… but he didn’t seem to know that!

Oh, that was impressive — a decoy illusion convincing enough for the hostile Pokémon to bound after! What remarkable, marvelous creaatures Zoroark are; they felt lucky enough to be able to witness such an elaborate illusion in real time!

Like Wishiwashi swarming bait, many questions flooded Vail’s curious mind — how and when do Zoroark learn to produce such complex illusions? Do they practice by mimicking what they see? What does their improvement look like? What hinders or nourishes this ability? How—

Sylvia’s voice yanks them out of their trance, and with a long blink, they tilt their head up to meet her brilliant blues.

“… O-Oh, uh… I’m not sure. It’s dark, and I don’t know exactly where we are.”

Vail pauses while they pull their phone to check the GPS — notably, their phone is in a pink case decorated with two squishy Corsola surrounded by equally squishy ocean plants, and a Luvdisc charm hanging off one top corner. It seems pink is this human’s favorite colour.

A minute passes before their face droops in disappointment, a sigh preceding the bad news that soon came out of their mouth.

It is my sona, doing the screm.

I screm.

Ability: Nature's Vengeance

Aesir hesitated, as if the very act of touching her mane was some sort of taboo. Not that it actually was or anything. He was just... concerned about remaining polite.