#thegalarghost

Galar is cold. 

Smile bright on her lips she made her way over, even humming a light tune when she stopped just a few yards away. Another person had already beat her over despite the fact it was still rather early in the day. Standing at about her height—give or take—Poppy slowly made her way over to them, curious on what they might be looking at.

     “Hello, are you here to examine the ruins as well?” Questioning as she came up close to them but still giving them a few feet of distance.

Send 🥃 to buy my muse a shot and hear them spill a secret! (Accepting)

Vicious glanced at the ghost Pokemon as they slid a glass over to him, his brow raising slightly above his glasses. He recognized this ghost to belong to Allister and wondered how it found the booze (the smell said the Gengar had found his flask hidden in his duffle).

After picking up the box and taking it inside to his office, he carefully opened the box and a wide smile appeared on his face when he saw the crochets. Gummy, his Centiskorch curiously looked at it and was glad to see a crocheted version of himself. 

     Take Kubfu out for a little day trip, Mustard said, it would be fun.  It was fun, up until a trainer caught her right outside Stow-on-Side and struck up a conversation about art or whatever, which Klara tried very hard to listen to with a squirming pokemon in her arms.  So she set him down, smiled, nodded, and hummed along until the conversation was over and she realized Kubfu was gone.

     He couldn’t have gone far, but then again there were so many places he could be.  And with the cliffs... Klara was about to drown in dread.  If she lost that Kubfu for good she would never forgive herself.  But the thought of never being able to find the little guy again was paralyzing.

     If only she could get some help—another pair of eyes— from someone who knew Stow-on-Side better than she did.  It was a stroke of luck to spot a little kid in dark clothes near the entrance of the town, quickly identifying him as Allister.  On one hand, the thought of asking someone, specifically a child to help fix her mess was embarrassing, but on the other hand if she didn’t find this Kubfu she was done for.  Klara huffed, swallowed her pride, and quickly stepped her way towards him.

               “ ——— ... d’ya ever take the mask off, laddie? not meanin’ to be rude, but it gives me a pure fright. wouldn’t wanna run into ‘ya in the DARK, that’s for damn sure, i’d be off me fuckin’ head, tell ‘ya ‘bout that. ”