Stormy thoughts at the stormy pond.

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"hrmm... That charmeleon pest is really getting on my nerves..." a voiced echoed from the pond. A glowing figure hovering on the side of the path seemed to be still right by it. The figure seemed to be attached to an odd stone with runes on it. The voice emanating from it. The figure had a look of someone that has a bone to pick with someone. Clearly it was agitated with something. I will do everything in my power to get rid of him... permanently... he thought to himself.

It was currently getting dark out. Night time quickly approaching. The spiritomb didn't care for the sunset or sunrise. It never has... He was always too focused on something he wanted dealt with... Even if he were to watch the sun set. The clouds that were approaching was going to prevent such actions from happening.

Narrowed his eyes in annoyance, yet he kept his pace, not turning to face the other."You said it's a Pichu and Charmeleon. Possibly in a guild. In Grassveil. How hard could they be to find?" Erebus reasoned before pausing.

"I won't attack them, were you even playing attention to my plan? Until I obtain what I need I'll be their best friend if I have to." He'd spit out hastily, recapping his idea. "What other choice do I have since you can't be seen in the city for whatever reason?" He'd add hastily.

"I did listen... I will not follow any signal... Not until I am ready." he stated in annoyance. "You will have to go without me... The last I saw the pichu was about 3 days ago in the town square... That is why I can't go into town... I had a little mishap." he said in a seemingly darker tone. "I would enjoy their company greatly... But I have plans to be filled." he said as he started off in the other direction, heading away from town. "I give you my luck... However, I doubt that would help you..." he said with chuckled "So please use yours." he said as he continued traveling down the path.

Erebus sighed softly. This would be a long walk and frankly the ghost was starting to get on his nerves. "Right. Just trust me." He'd mumble, his tail swinging behind him. The chill of the night was starting to hit him despite his dense fur. For a moment he caught himself hesitating the morality of this, but the thought left as quickly as it came.

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