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Taking a few minutes, Ethan roughly grabbed the edges of his bright red colored sweater and pulled it up in preparation for his next investigation and if necessary, his possible next fight against some sort of evil spirit or corrupted things. It was pretty much madness whenever the navy-haired boy would go out to do his job as his ‘father’ instructed, hell there was rarely ever a moment where he ever got to do anything without being attacked viciouslly by evil or having to go through some incredibly and tight places in order to collect more and more clues on his investigation on what he thus far discovered to be something called ‘mist’. It was an odd thing to be honest, it shifted around and did all sorts of weird things to the people and pokemon it affected leading to huge conflicts and violent outbursts more often then not, particularly in those slums or places full of thieves and robbers. Sighing slightly, Ethan grabbed his small backpack containing his fighting talismans made of paper as well as his writing utensils, and lastly took a tight hold of his rather long, wooden cuestick or rather his mysterious father’s cuestick. Ethan really had no idea as to who his father was to be honest, hell he’d never even seen the guy before and on top of all that, in every single photo that possibly featured his father, the face and hair was scribbled out in thick black marker, almost as though someone was attempting to prevent the young blunet from discovering who it was or to simply rub away at some unpleasant memories, though if so, then wouldn’t it be better to merely burn it all? Ah it didn’t really matter to be honest, sure Ethan wanted to know who that was in the picture or at least how the person looked like, however he couldn’t ever really figure out who it was no matter what he did, so it would be rather useless to even try. Shifting his position slightly, Ethan fixed the grip on the cool wood of the cuestick, feeling the strong and powerful energies embedded into the tool used to play pool before taking off at a slight dash, a speed not too quick but, a rather fair enough pace to quickly get through the forest, past the trees and various shrubs dispersed about the vibrant and life-filled environment obscured in a multitude of shadows and dabbed with slight patches of bright light before exiting the forest only to meet a bright blue clear sky spread out before him, not a single cloud in sight. It would have been a rather nice day to simply run around and have fun, to play games with his mother like he used to, however not only was he on a JOB but, Ethan also didn’t know where his mother went to, he just didn’t know. Ever since he was taken by the great white legendary which possessed a powerful blend of psychic and flying types called ‘Lugia’… Ever since that moment where he nearly drowned after being fatally wounded by a ship explosion, the boy had been cared for and taught a few things by Lugia, hell the pokemon had even taken the task of training the young psychic so that his great potential quickly turned into something he could use to protect the chain of islands he lived on, however strange occurences quickly arose leaving Ethan being tasked with the job of investigating it and putting a stop to all the madness. Upon setting foot inland, the boy immediatelly fled to his hometown only to discover that Crystal had gone missing… it was quick a shock and particularly upsetting to the young 10 yr old since he had missed his mother so badly and had wanted to see the woman once more after a 6 year lapse. The same kind-hearted and gentle woman with the same hair and eye color as himself, his beloved mother… it was just crushing to hear that she had disappeared without a trace, just like his father. Of course Ethan cried for a few days because of that, he had hidden himself away in the depths of a nearby forest in the truck of a old and hollowed out tree, even through the rainfalls that came every now and then he had stayed there until he mustered up enough courage and strength to push himself to do hi job. Mom had always pushed herself to do her job despite what happened to her guy for crying out loud, so Ethan would do the same and definetely make his mother proud of him so that one day should they ever meet again, so that she would have something to smile about, to smile about genuinely once more.
The psychic boy walked about in a sort of haze for a while, the running having slowed down to a quickly pace walking, light blue eyes glancing at the blurring pavement, not even realizing that he had walked into the wrong place for crying out loud until a voice calling out to the boy suddenly broke him out of his thoughts prompted a small gasp of surprise followed by a curious look-over at the stranger swinging cheerfully from some beat-up thing that was supposed to be a swing set? Rubbing the side of his head, Ethan took note of man’s features suming him up to possibly be in his twenties or so, as well as having this rather odd feeling around him… it was a very similar feeling that Ethan himself got whenever he was dealing with spirits or getting close something supernatural… Was this guy some sort of weird entity? Was he going to hurt him? No… it didn’t look, sound, or feel like it… there was no malicious intent right? Perhaps it was someone just like him? Well that could be highly probable especially since he mentioned something about auras or whatever. Steeping slightly closer, across the bits of dirt, sand, and grass mixed in together, the boy found himself sitting on the edge of a faded-out looking and colorful merri-go-around cloaked in a fresh layer of some spray paint in a bizarre pattern. Flashing the other a bright smile mirroring his excitment at having found someone with a special feel to them, someone he felt he could connect with, Ethan cheerfully answered;
“Ah the aura boy??? Is that what people call me now? Well it is better then being called ‘brat’ or ‘psychopath’ so I guess that’s alright!~ It’s really nice to be known by someone especially because of the weird stuff I do. Anyhow, I guess I am sort of lost to be honest, er I sort of dazed off while run-walking and ended up here. Er it would be a huge help if you could help me out Mister! Who are you by the way? Is there a name you go by?~”
{ ✫ } Yurei watched with a casual expression as the small, familiar boy that had been mentioned to him so many times in the past by his friends to where he almost KNEW the kid walk over to where he had been sitting on the swing in a way that was ever so childishly. Though, unlike him, the boy decided to take a seat on the spray painted merry-go-round so to be face to face with him. Ah, and then he just gave the most cheerful smile in the world as if he didn’t have a care and answered him! To think one so young could call himself such things with a straight face was a little odd and anyone else would’ve assumed that they were messed up in the head to take such insults so casually, but then again… Yurei understood why. He was the very same way when he told people what he was— like his boss— and went on about it wasn’t so bad being dead. It would always be with a laugh accompany it that he’d just say that he was damned by Arceus to be alone since everyone else would just pass on while he stayed like that forever, but all that ever did was cause his boss to frown in a way that was a bit too sad and hit him up side the head and thus proceed to give him a lecture on why he wasn’t allowed to say such things so easily. Yurei assumed it was because he was already dead and therefore death wasn’t that much of a big deal for him, but on the inside it was more than he would admit… After all, there was so much he was forgetting and what he remembered. The thought that he’d live an eternity without knowing the memories that flickered through his head every time he attempted to lay down to go to sleep was a terrifying one, and one he tried to make sure didn’t surface in his mind as much as possible… That was most likely why he made fun of himself with his ghosts and his jokes about him being dead, to try and lift off the fear that one such as himself that usually GAVE fear to others. Ethan had a good thing going for him, for why look on the bad things in life when you could laugh them away and do something else other than worry like an idiot? Not that he himself should’ve done that. No no, the boss told him multiple times to just leave and try to find that person he forgot… He just didn’t for some reason. Laziness, probably. Maybe he assumed that that person forgot about him too—…
Yurei couldn’t help but offer a warm laugh to the younger, his right hand that was covered with a glove tightening around the rusted chain a little as he started to swing a bit despite how low the seat was to the ground. Kid had it rough, didn’t he? All the people that had it that way ended up here, in front of him specifically. He assumed himself to be the destination for lost souls or something, lately… You know, the one to make them laugh and feel better and get them on their way. Odd, wasn’t it, that someone that was supposed to be the embodiment of revenge could end up being someone that helped over people and was nice. The world was an odd place, even more-so to a person like Yurei. “Psychopath is far from what you are, kiddo.” he assured the pre-teen with a faint nod, body swaying back and forth and letting those long dreads bounce against his back as he did so. “My ghost pals tell me what you’ve done and stuff, and I think it’s not that weird or anything. Trying being dead— then people stare at you funny, haha~”
So he was lost after all, huh? not much of a surprise The ghost knew that was going to be the case in the end, and he couldn’t help but jump out of his swing seat casually so to stand in front of the boy that introduced himself as Ethan, offering a hand out to him as if he didn’t have much of a care of personal space. And he actually kind of didn’t, to be honest, for the little guy was just a kid and Yurei was the big brother to all the slum children here which also meant to any children that wandered inside. He liked taking care of kids, after all, as long as they obeyed. “Lost souls always wander their way to me. I guess you can say it’s a knack I have.” he said with a faint smile. “The name’s Yurei. Just your average bartender at the bar in this area and overseer to make sure none of the little shits around here do somethin’ stupid. Good to meet you at last, Aura boy.”
{ ✫ } “You leave with your boss out on business and you come back to getting attacked by little shits that don’t know what to do without you.” Aka they decided to tackle hug him at the top of the stairs, and the rest is self-explanatory: painful. “What tha hell.”
I gotta go
I still owe Xion’s other rp, Nejiki, N, and ellemel-mata
See ya’ll later
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