A Ghost's Definition of Fun (Open)

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(Energy 6) Jude snuck quietly, careful not to make a noise. He hadn't detected any other pokemon yet, but just to be on the safe side, no sound came from the small Ghost Pokemon. Except for a few snickers, here and there. He could barely contain his excitement! Pranking was a great way to gauge himself. Also, as a plus side, sometimes it generated negativity. His favorite emotion was vengefulness. It was just so sweet. He almost forgot where he was, daydreaming about all the possibilities. He finally made up his mind. "Come on Jude. Time to get serious.", he thought to himself, and turned invisible, lying in wait.

Jude moved back a tiny bit as Russell woke himself up. Jude looked up at Russell, admiration in his eyes. He must be really smart and resourceful to pack a Heal Seed, just in case something like this happened. "That was really smart of you, bringing a Seed just in case." Jude took note of the chuckling and the small smile. It seemed as if Russell was comfortable with him. This was the first time in a while, someone had actually forgiven him for one of his tricks. He was normally met with yelling, or attacking, but this pokemon actually forgave him. Or, it could all be a facade. Russell could just be acting like this, but he was actually still angry, and planned to attack him. Oh. That was a scary thought. Jude frowned visibly.

Russell smiled and blushed a little as Jude praised him for being smart, "T-Thankyou!?" he replied, never really knowing how to react to such outright praise to his intelligence. After a few moments, the almost embarrassed red cheeks seemed to calm down and he looked to Jude once more.

"So... I never really got to ask, but do you live here, then?" the Mothim asked, hovering in the air with his gentle wing flaps keeping him in the same place. If one was stood in front of him, they could feel the soft gust of wind that the orange-scaled limbs produced with each movement.

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Solilo carried out 3 launched of one Shadowhue Forest :

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Jude tilted his head. He guessed this pokemon wasn't used to getting praise, because they acted so embarrassed after simple praise. Jude waited for them to calm down, a smile on his face. It seemed as if Russell had completely forgiven him. Jude thought a moment on how to respond to his friend's question. "Uh,well,I kind of drift around stopping sometimes, but I do hang out in Shadowhue." Jude finds the atmosphere of the Forest perfect for him. Dark, gloomy, and occasionally creepy. Perfect! The one downside is that Pokemon are wary of going to Shadowhue, so he doesn't meet many pokemon. That's one of the benefits of being a drifter.

"That certainly sounds reasonable. I myself aren't a huge fan of the place but it does have some merits, especially to a ghost pokemon such as yourself," he smiled, nodding gently as he considered the idea. The Mothim had never really drifted himself, as he'd lived in Grassveil Town with his parents before deciding to found the Windrose Scouts, although one could suggest that he'd wandered around dungeons for a little while before he'd found the perfect place to call home and use as a base.

Now that Russell thought about it, the creepy forest did sort of match the mischievous personality of the Shuppet before him. It was truly interesting that individuals could have such differences in taste. But, he supposed, that was what made each of them unique.