Guarding a grave

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It was a day lake any other day. Luckily a clear sky and a light warm wind blowing through the forest. Many would say it was a nice day but not Alaton. In his world it was raining every day. After the breakfast with his parents he went out to the place he always went. The grave of his little friend Ralts. It wasn’t a graveyard it was just a gravestone between the roots of a big tree. His eyes fell on the words written on the stone *live your dreams and don’t waste them.* it sounded easier than it was his only dream was buried here below his ghostly body. He could ask himself the same questions again and again. Could it have been different? Was Alaton at fault? If that was the case would Ralts forgive him? A tear made of poisonous gas left his eye and travelled down his face before it joined with the rest of his body again.

Chase stared at the Pichu. Wait, was that the Pichu he met back at Festivity Forest? She was speaking really fast and it was difficult to understand her, but he did hear her call him Chase. It seemed he had misunderstood what was happening. He turned his attention back to the Gastly. "Forgive me. It seems I misinterpreted the situation." Chase felt he had to apologize. It seemed this was a place he was not welcome.

The white Eevee walked over to the Pichu and pulled her up. "Your name is Lalnah, right? Are you ok?" Chase asked her in a friendly voice. He could not see any wounds but that didn't mean she wasn't hurt. Chase glanced at the Gastly. The Eevee was wondering what he meant with "disturbing her, resting in peace" but something told him it was not something he should ask about.

Deimos remained somewhat hidden between the trees and foliage, doing his best to not reveal himself to those who didn't already know of his presence. He was a sensible individual, knowing rather quickly what the Gastly was referring to. The fallen deserve the right to rest in peace even if this wasn't the best site for a grave... Especially with how dungeons constantly change. The Absol could mentally sense the target in question beneath the earth... The one the Gastly had been referring to.

Glancing around just to be safe, the Absol finally spoke up. "There is a being resting in the area... A fallen being, a spirit let loose from life. It'd be best to do as advised and move away as to not desecrate a grave" The Absol spoke, his tone calm and collected in nature. It seemed as if he understood well the Gastly's situation, considering he'd do the same to guard what remains of those he himself had lost.

Lalnah was pulled out of the hole, and she quickly grabbed the scarf she left behind when she fell in the hole.  a bit scared by the fact that an absol came out of apparently nowhere--- as far as she knew, anyway-- and started talking about dead pokemon, buried near here. She wondered, even though it was blatantly obvious, if the pokemon the Absol was talking about was the pokemon the ghastly said died here.  "imstillsosorryabouthiswholething,iwasjustcompletelylost,usingdirectionsiwasgivenearlier,butIwasstilllost. imsurethatwhoevertheyweretheywereagoodperson,andimsorryforyourlossandaaaaaaaaa..." She just sorta stopped talking for a second, trying to gather her thoughts, while still emitting a a sound, that's just as small as her normal speaking. She eventually gathered what she wanted to say, continuing. nyways,whatiwassayingwasthatihopeyou'reokay,iknowlosscanhaveheavyeffects.imwellstudiedonthissortathing,myparentssortaforcedmeto.." She was talking like she didn't really want to talk much longer, although it's sorta understandable. She's had to overcome the fact she doesn't like talking to people she doesn't know multiple times in one day already-- she's still incredibly afraid of speaking to people, and that can sorta be seen in her movements. She's shaking a bit, pulling her scarf over her head--(She retrieved it when she was pulled out..) but she still talked, sorta moving back a bit, hiding behind chase just a small bit.