"You have reached Solus zos Galvus. I fear I am unavailable at the moment, but should your query be of an urgent nature, pray leave a message. I shall endeavor to return it anon."
[The young woman gives a polite nod, and steps away, but Isis tracking her for a moment gives Tyler the opportunity to briefly hear her comment to another server about "attitude".
Then Isis turns her attention back to Solus.]
I'm also sure that if you entertained the notion of possibly learning something here, from people who have been here either months or years longer than you, people would be more willing to tolerate your incessant masturbating of that ego you're cursed with.
[Funny how his hand movements somehow stay relaxed and breezy through that.]
[He likewise hears the waitress, but ignores it. Instead, he focuses on Tyler, his expression growing a little severe as he raises a hand to halt him.]
If I may stop you there--I have heeded every word uttered to me, taken measure every warning presented to me. Merely all I wish is to see for myself these limits, and if whether or not I can push the boundaries others have failed to. Naught more than that.
Had I know my mere desire to try would cause such an uproar, I might not have said aught at all. In my experience, most do not find it a cardinal sin for one to attempt something that may very well be a boon for their allies.
[He should probably feel bad about stoking the newbie's ire so quickly. But then, it wasn't like everyone else hadn't already suffered it from him.]
Right now, your limitations are exactly the same as all of ours. You are purely human, with all the physical trappings and restrictions of such. A number of us non-humans are unhappy with this as well, but we quite literally can't do anything about it, and it's not for lack of trying. Several of us have had our entire species and associated biology changed, and for those with magic intrinsically linked to that, we're fucked.
Jack has been here for five years, and came from a world with technology thousands of years more advanced than my world, and likely yours too. [Based on the way he's talking.] He and Dirk are experienced engineers, and there's simply not the resources here, nor the technological capacity, to make anything more complicated than an overly large, non-independent mechanical vehicle. We don't have access to blueprints for more complicated things like the warps or Pokeballs, and they can't be reverse engineered.
[He sits up a bit straighter - he can't pointedly rest his elbows on the table for the drama, unfortunately.]
No one is saying 'don't try'. The problem is that you somehow think you have something to offer that hasn't been explored, refuse to extrapolate on how, and thus far have offended nearly everyone to the point where mass alienation towards you is being broadly considered.
[As Tyler goes on his little rant, Solus is surprisingly calm. Though there is a dangerous edge to his gaze as he watches him, unblinkingly. Even idly taking another drink of his coffee, as if he wasn't being reprimanded like some child. Once Tyler finishes his bit, Solus places back down his cup, and brings his hands up before him, fingers weaving together as he breathes out a long, and slow sigh.]
Are you quite finished?
[Pointedly, he raises his eyebrows.]
Because you are awful presumptuous of the world I come from, when you know naught about it nor me. You speak of Jack being from a world far more advanced than the one in whence I hail, or its likelihood, but with what proof do you make this claim, I wonder?
None whatsoever. I need not prove myself to any of you mortals, I know well my capabilities with or without my magic, and I know even better that no mortal could have ever beheld the technological advancements an ancient being like myself has—for their minds and lifespans are far too fleeting to ever achieve this.
I speak not of power, but of intelligence, experience, wisdom. Not all limitations are strictly due to the resources, but the cunning application of thus. I believe their failure, I do, but I will not suffer the assumptions of mortals who ceaselessly blather about that which they know not.
[Tyler's hands twitch as he resists the urge to ball them into fists at such a dismissive opening statement. But he pays attention (Isis is doing her best, poor thing, but Solus is a much harder target for her to translate than Steven), and forms his argument calmly.
(Calmly, he assumes, while his hands take a very clipped edge to their movements.]
In that, I suppose you're correct. I don't know what your world is like, and therefore I must presume.
The onus there, however, is on you - in your refusal to explain how your world does work, how you have come to gain this knowledge, what your capabilities actually are. You go on about intelligence, experience, wisdom [And the words get spat back at Solus in his own voice] but flat-out refuse to extrapolate on what those mean. Not once have you said to me, and now I'm lead to believe to any of us, what that intelligence focuses on, what that experience lies in. No one is going to follow the wisdom of a man who talks like he sees us as nothing more than faceless minions, and refuses to answer questions as to the hows and whys of his breadth and depth of knowledge.
[The food comes as he's talking, and apart from a brief smile at the waitress, his hands don't pause once.]
You want people here to think as highly of you as you yourself do - I'm familiar with the archetype. You're wrapped up in your ego, so fondled by it that you no longer feel the stares of those on the outside. What possible meaning could they have, when you are so obviously always right? [That has a bitter twist of Tyler's lips as the words appear in Solus's mind.] There are egos here too, of course, but these people have made the effort to back up their claims to fame, and have rather earned their egos. You need to prove to us that we should respect yours. Otherwise, you're as worthless as you imagine we are.
[As Tyler goes on, there's a notable upward twist to the corner of his mouth, a smirk forming as he mulls the transplanted words around in his mind. Finding a strange enjoyment at the dramatic touch of his own voice playing in his mind. He does bring up a good point, and he supposes he allowed his frustrations and annoyance (not only with the mortals he's been dealing with, but his over all situation) make him more stubborn than what is truly necessary.
By the end of it, Solus is resting his chin in the palm of his hand, watching him idly. Perhaps he would be more annoyed, had it not made him realize what it did. Sure, he still is of the mind he does not need prove himself, but in the long run...it will be less of a headache.]
You want to know where I gained my knowledge?
[Lifting his head from his palm, he sits back more fully, letting his hands come together once again, fingers weaving.]
Very well.
I am called an Ascian—an ancient being from time immemorial. Through my lengthy and eternal existence, I have been the architect of myriad imperially inclined nations, and handcrafted their technological and societal advancements. I have watched as man has risen to the firmament, and fallen for his hubris, time and time again. A never ending cycle of misery and bloodshed, and the tragic loss of knowledge.
Even at his peak, man has ever been a pale imitation to what one of my unending nature can accomplish. Cloning, space travel, even crafting a false moon to serve as a never ending power supply—all have been done with my instruction, my guidance, and never did these minds, valued so for their apparent brilliance, hold even a candle to the magnificence of what even a child of mine own people could.
I have lived a thousand thousand of your mortal lives, and I have retained every detailed of it. I may be robbed of my power, but I am not robbed of my intellect. If there is any that could push past the limits of this world, it would be the one who has done so before in his own reality.
[Tyler starts eating as Solus starts talking. Look, if he doesn't, with how much he's been talking, it's going to go stone-cold before he can actually get to it. He's still actively focused on Solus, watching his expression and subtle body movements as Isis assists with the audio portion of this performance.
See, was that so hard?]
With all due respect, I and another Rocket have experience with capriciously intelligent beings from another plane of existence who have made habits of being, in your own words, the architects of others' lives. I've been something like the apprentice to one, in fact. So please keep in mind that while I am probably the most willing to talk to you at this moment, I can't in any good sense trust you with more than surface conversation.
[Solus hardly minds that Tyler has started eating as he explained, after all, they were here for more than just chatter. But, with Tyler's admission to being familiar with beings of a similar nature, Solus tilts his head curiously.]
Nor would I expect you to. I know well we are forged by our pasts, and it would be folly to expect you to shed such shackles for the sake of a stranger—let alone one that bears such resemblance.
[See, he can be reasonable!]
Perhaps in time you will learn that I am no fiend to be feared without provocation, but such is a distinction earned of merit.
I didn't learn to fear my master until well into my tutelage, benign and egotistical as he first presented himself, so forgive me for erring on the side of caution in future.
[The waitress returns for a moment, delivering a cappuccino to Tyler, and topping up Solus's coffee; Tyler gives her another brief smile.]
But since we now have something of an understanding, we can begin to fill in the gaps your knowledge has here, about Pokemon and battling and such.
There is naught to forgive for caution—would that all proved sensible enough to be wary.
[Even other Ascians weren't as cautious as Solus, and he found them fools for it.]
Yes, I would much rather that, than to continue apace with that stale conversation. I do grow tired of repeating the same boring spiel, and I am certain the same could be said for you.
[He takes a moment to pick up his cup of coffee to actually indulge in it. He had barely noticed the waitress, or seemed as much. Truly, he just ignored her entirely, seeing as her purpose did not require his attention.]
I had spoken with Steven, as you know, and he did indeed tell me quite a bit about my Yamask. In fact, we even ran a small experiment of sorts, ere...well, things went sour between us.
[He shrugs at that, dismissing it outright.]
Aught you have to offer about the Ghost type would be of great benefit to me. I have heard a little of the Rotom and Gengar respectively, but aught else I ill have information regarding.
[Battles and such he'll...tackle after. He's far less of a violence guy, if it can be avoided. If it can't, then sure, he leans hard into it, but with his Yamask being able to do what it does, well...]
[The news about Steven doesn't make him react one iota. Since. Steven already told him how skeezy the guy made him feel.]
I'm mostly familiar with Ghosts in context to their relation to Psychic Pokemon, albeit coming from a somewhat different direction. They have both have great strength in obfuscation, mental impairment and strength of will, as opposed to force - though Ghosts are, in my reluctant opinion, often more powerful than Psychics, not least due to the fact of their superior typing. Ghost Pokemon are strong against Psychics, [he adds, as if that wasn't clear.]
Their physical presence is much less limited than ours. Many are capable of passing through walls, or have gaseous bodies that can sneak through the smallest gaps. Some have more than one type, which allows them to do things like possess electrical appliances, or poison people.
[He pulls out his 'gear, opens the Pokedex, and turns it to show off a particularly large ghost - it's listed as being over nine feet tall.] I'm not going to show him off indoors, but my Dusknoir, Jester, has an attack that allows him to slip into shadows and appear elsewhere in order to sneak up on something. As well as an attack I mentioned earlier, where he can damage himself in order to lay a curse upon someone that causes them to suffer periodically until they fall unconscious. I'm lead to believe that's actually a fairly common Ghost-type move.
[With earnest he nods, taking in the information with undivided attention. Tyler has earned this much, at least, and any stray thoughts that might otherwise occupy his mind does not seem to distract him as they did over the network. Partially because he's not contemplating the relevance of his Yamask to himself, but rather readily absorbing this information.
The type advantage makes total sense to him, in a way. What with Ascians like himself, beings made of incorporeal aether overwhelming the minds and will of mortals. Not that he considers himself a ghost, though others might liken him to one, but he would be foolish to dismiss the similarities.
The sight of the Dusknoir certainly seems to interest him, if the upward tick of his eyebrows says anything.]
...All and all they sound a rather useful sort. [not surprised] You spoke of superior typing, yes? What would be considered superior to ghosts, then?
[He still finds it rather strange the near pedantic measure of types, instead of straight up elements. But he does suppose even the beasts of his world had their advantages against one another. Vilekin would have an awful rough time against Cloudkin, for example.]
Dark types, but also Ghosts as well. It's an interesting theological paradox, but in practical terms it mostly just means be wary if your opponent puts a Ghost out as well.
[His hands pause for a moment, as a thought occurs, and he continues.] It's not just Pokemon that have types, though - attacks do as well. So just because someone puts out a Pokemon you would have an advantage against, it doesn't mean that it hasn't been taught an attack with a type that specifically counters yours.
[Dark types, so like his Murkrow. Interesting, but so too is it interesting that ghosts are effective against themselves, but he does suppose there is a logic there.]
That does make sense—we Ascians are dark aligned in our aspect, though we are not so limited in only being able to perform magics of that persuasion. It is only logical that such beasts are similar in that regard.
Though, I disagree about it being a theological paradox, for the corporeal exist on a different plane than the incorporeal. Viewed thus, it is reasonable that those of a similar form would have an advantage against each other, for they can strike their fellows far more true than aught else—save for those Dark types whom strike in equal measure.
[Mostly he's just glad that Solus is engaging with the discussion fully and not brushing him off for stating something that felt obvious. He's honestly surprised how successful this has been so far.]
Most Ghost types are also capable of possession. Not necessarily of humans - while it's possible, of course, that falls more broadly under Psychic's domain - but largely of objects. My Rotom is capable of possessing electronics, which can alter its typing and attacks, but some Pokemon come with predisposed connections to items, like teacups and teapots, or golem-like bodies. Your Yamask will evolve into what's known as Cofagrigious, a large ceremonial coffin.
[Despite popular belief, and all evidence otherwise, Solus can be reasonable. Should he feel respected, and the conversation engaging, he finds little reason to be inflammatory. Particularly when it's beneficial to refrain from such.
Solus at heart is a seeker of knowledge.]
Ah, yes I had heard of Rotom to some extent. I plan to look further into the capabilities of such a creature, and how I might be able to apply its affinity for machinery.
[Like using it as the power source and AI for possible mechas. You know, nothing too big.]
But Cofagrigus, hm? Do you know aught else about it? Does it retain its ability to possess humans, and such like?
[If it doesn't, he might seek to keep his Yamask from evolving. Sure, the evolution is likely to make it more powerful, but there is far more strategy and tactics with possession, than raw power.]
Not as such, but according to legends and rumours, it's supposed to turn anyone that is placed inside it into a mummy, or trap them inside forever. [He pauses briefly to take a sip from his coffee. Isis, still staring at Solus, hops off his shoulder onto the table and starts packing at a small chocolate-chip biscuit that was brought with it.] I've never actually encountered one myself, this is largely just conjecture Steven has told me before. Ghosts have rather horrifying reputations sometimes.
[That answer clearly piques his interest, his head slightly tilting with interest. True or not, there's certainly potential there, that's for certain.]
Not surprised, it is the wont of mortals to twist that which they do not understand. Too easy for them to assign things as "evil" before they truly know aught about it.
[Something he sounds almost personally annoyed with, but he waves his hand flippantly and dismissively.]
Regardless, I suppose I will put the proof to the test when my Yamask eventually evolves, eh?
There's nothing keeping you from catching a second one. They're supposed to live at the Ruins of Alph, though I'm lead to believe they're quite rare. Steven enjoys seeking out Ghosts, but he hasn't managed to acquire one yet. There are far easier ones to catch in Ekruteak - that's where I caught my Dusknoir in its earliest form of Duskull.
Mm, this is true. Mayhap I will pay the Ruins of Alph a visit, though I did have designs to travel to Ecruteak after I quit this place. Indeed I had heard of their ghosts from Lydia—I believe she is your current flame, yes?
[She said toy, but he's not about to say that when things are going so well!]
[Oh look, quite a bit of colour suddenly enters the young man's cheeks.]
I wouldn't quite phrase it as such. [back on topic please] Lydia has an affinity with ghosts, as part of her once being a lich, so she's quite fond of Ecruteak. I'd imagine she wouldn't mind showing you, if you hadn't also offended her.
Perhaps she misunderstood me, for I find her to be much better than any human.
[Which is true, but he also kinda views everyone non-Ascian as lesser beings. Still, there's layers to his discrimination. Still a creature, just one that's preferable to humans.]
Currently I'm the only person who you'd said as much to. [His hand movements are firm and flat, glaring despite the colour still dark in his cheeks.] You're going to need to explain yourself to more than just me if you want to try and win back any sort of respect.
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Then Isis turns her attention back to Solus.]
I'm also sure that if you entertained the notion of possibly learning something here, from people who have been here either months or years longer than you, people would be more willing to tolerate your incessant masturbating of that ego you're cursed with.
[Funny how his hand movements somehow stay relaxed and breezy through that.]
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If I may stop you there--I have heeded every word uttered to me, taken measure every warning presented to me. Merely all I wish is to see for myself these limits, and if whether or not I can push the boundaries others have failed to. Naught more than that.
Had I know my mere desire to try would cause such an uproar, I might not have said aught at all. In my experience, most do not find it a cardinal sin for one to attempt something that may very well be a boon for their allies.
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Right now, your limitations are exactly the same as all of ours. You are purely human, with all the physical trappings and restrictions of such. A number of us non-humans are unhappy with this as well, but we quite literally can't do anything about it, and it's not for lack of trying. Several of us have had our entire species and associated biology changed, and for those with magic intrinsically linked to that, we're fucked.
Jack has been here for five years, and came from a world with technology thousands of years more advanced than my world, and likely yours too. [Based on the way he's talking.] He and Dirk are experienced engineers, and there's simply not the resources here, nor the technological capacity, to make anything more complicated than an overly large, non-independent mechanical vehicle. We don't have access to blueprints for more complicated things like the warps or Pokeballs, and they can't be reverse engineered.
[He sits up a bit straighter - he can't pointedly rest his elbows on the table for the drama, unfortunately.]
No one is saying 'don't try'. The problem is that you somehow think you have something to offer that hasn't been explored, refuse to extrapolate on how, and thus far have offended nearly everyone to the point where mass alienation towards you is being broadly considered.
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Are you quite finished?
[Pointedly, he raises his eyebrows.]
Because you are awful presumptuous of the world I come from, when you know naught about it nor me. You speak of Jack being from a world far more advanced than the one in whence I hail, or its likelihood, but with what proof do you make this claim, I wonder?
None whatsoever. I need not prove myself to any of you mortals, I know well my capabilities with or without my magic, and I know even better that no mortal could have ever beheld the technological advancements an ancient being like myself has—for their minds and lifespans are far too fleeting to ever achieve this.
I speak not of power, but of intelligence, experience, wisdom. Not all limitations are strictly due to the resources, but the cunning application of thus. I believe their failure, I do, but I will not suffer the assumptions of mortals who ceaselessly blather about that which they know not.
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(Calmly, he assumes, while his hands take a very clipped edge to their movements.]
In that, I suppose you're correct. I don't know what your world is like, and therefore I must presume.
The onus there, however, is on you - in your refusal to explain how your world does work, how you have come to gain this knowledge, what your capabilities actually are. You go on about intelligence, experience, wisdom [And the words get spat back at Solus in his own voice] but flat-out refuse to extrapolate on what those mean. Not once have you said to me, and now I'm lead to believe to any of us, what that intelligence focuses on, what that experience lies in. No one is going to follow the wisdom of a man who talks like he sees us as nothing more than faceless minions, and refuses to answer questions as to the hows and whys of his breadth and depth of knowledge.
[The food comes as he's talking, and apart from a brief smile at the waitress, his hands don't pause once.]
You want people here to think as highly of you as you yourself do - I'm familiar with the archetype. You're wrapped up in your ego, so fondled by it that you no longer feel the stares of those on the outside. What possible meaning could they have, when you are so obviously always right? [That has a bitter twist of Tyler's lips as the words appear in Solus's mind.] There are egos here too, of course, but these people have made the effort to back up their claims to fame, and have rather earned their egos. You need to prove to us that we should respect yours. Otherwise, you're as worthless as you imagine we are.
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By the end of it, Solus is resting his chin in the palm of his hand, watching him idly. Perhaps he would be more annoyed, had it not made him realize what it did. Sure, he still is of the mind he does not need prove himself, but in the long run...it will be less of a headache.]
You want to know where I gained my knowledge?
[Lifting his head from his palm, he sits back more fully, letting his hands come together once again, fingers weaving.]
Very well.
I am called an Ascian—an ancient being from time immemorial. Through my lengthy and eternal existence, I have been the architect of myriad imperially inclined nations, and handcrafted their technological and societal advancements. I have watched as man has risen to the firmament, and fallen for his hubris, time and time again. A never ending cycle of misery and bloodshed, and the tragic loss of knowledge.
Even at his peak, man has ever been a pale imitation to what one of my unending nature can accomplish. Cloning, space travel, even crafting a false moon to serve as a never ending power supply—all have been done with my instruction, my guidance, and never did these minds, valued so for their apparent brilliance, hold even a candle to the magnificence of what even a child of mine own people could.
I have lived a thousand thousand of your mortal lives, and I have retained every detailed of it. I may be robbed of my power, but I am not robbed of my intellect. If there is any that could push past the limits of this world, it would be the one who has done so before in his own reality.
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See, was that so hard?]
With all due respect, I and another Rocket have experience with capriciously intelligent beings from another plane of existence who have made habits of being, in your own words, the architects of others' lives. I've been something like the apprentice to one, in fact. So please keep in mind that while I am probably the most willing to talk to you at this moment, I can't in any good sense trust you with more than surface conversation.
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Nor would I expect you to. I know well we are forged by our pasts, and it would be folly to expect you to shed such shackles for the sake of a stranger—let alone one that bears such resemblance.
[See, he can be reasonable!]
Perhaps in time you will learn that I am no fiend to be feared without provocation, but such is a distinction earned of merit.
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[The waitress returns for a moment, delivering a cappuccino to Tyler, and topping up Solus's coffee; Tyler gives her another brief smile.]
But since we now have something of an understanding, we can begin to fill in the gaps your knowledge has here, about Pokemon and battling and such.
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[Even other Ascians weren't as cautious as Solus, and he found them fools for it.]
Yes, I would much rather that, than to continue apace with that stale conversation. I do grow tired of repeating the same boring spiel, and I am certain the same could be said for you.
[He takes a moment to pick up his cup of coffee to actually indulge in it. He had barely noticed the waitress, or seemed as much. Truly, he just ignored her entirely, seeing as her purpose did not require his attention.]
I had spoken with Steven, as you know, and he did indeed tell me quite a bit about my Yamask. In fact, we even ran a small experiment of sorts, ere...well, things went sour between us.
[He shrugs at that, dismissing it outright.]
Aught you have to offer about the Ghost type would be of great benefit to me. I have heard a little of the Rotom and Gengar respectively, but aught else I ill have information regarding.
[Battles and such he'll...tackle after. He's far less of a violence guy, if it can be avoided. If it can't, then sure, he leans hard into it, but with his Yamask being able to do what it does, well...]
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I'm mostly familiar with Ghosts in context to their relation to Psychic Pokemon, albeit coming from a somewhat different direction. They have both have great strength in obfuscation, mental impairment and strength of will, as opposed to force - though Ghosts are, in my reluctant opinion, often more powerful than Psychics, not least due to the fact of their superior typing. Ghost Pokemon are strong against Psychics, [he adds, as if that wasn't clear.]
Their physical presence is much less limited than ours. Many are capable of passing through walls, or have gaseous bodies that can sneak through the smallest gaps. Some have more than one type, which allows them to do things like possess electrical appliances, or poison people.
[He pulls out his 'gear, opens the Pokedex, and turns it to show off a particularly large ghost - it's listed as being over nine feet tall.] I'm not going to show him off indoors, but my Dusknoir, Jester, has an attack that allows him to slip into shadows and appear elsewhere in order to sneak up on something. As well as an attack I mentioned earlier, where he can damage himself in order to lay a curse upon someone that causes them to suffer periodically until they fall unconscious. I'm lead to believe that's actually a fairly common Ghost-type move.
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The type advantage makes total sense to him, in a way. What with Ascians like himself, beings made of incorporeal aether overwhelming the minds and will of mortals. Not that he considers himself a ghost, though others might liken him to one, but he would be foolish to dismiss the similarities.
The sight of the Dusknoir certainly seems to interest him, if the upward tick of his eyebrows says anything.]
...All and all they sound a rather useful sort. [not surprised] You spoke of superior typing, yes? What would be considered superior to ghosts, then?
[He still finds it rather strange the near pedantic measure of types, instead of straight up elements. But he does suppose even the beasts of his world had their advantages against one another. Vilekin would have an awful rough time against Cloudkin, for example.]
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[His hands pause for a moment, as a thought occurs, and he continues.] It's not just Pokemon that have types, though - attacks do as well. So just because someone puts out a Pokemon you would have an advantage against, it doesn't mean that it hasn't been taught an attack with a type that specifically counters yours.
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That does make sense—we Ascians are dark aligned in our aspect, though we are not so limited in only being able to perform magics of that persuasion. It is only logical that such beasts are similar in that regard.
Though, I disagree about it being a theological paradox, for the corporeal exist on a different plane than the incorporeal. Viewed thus, it is reasonable that those of a similar form would have an advantage against each other, for they can strike their fellows far more true than aught else—save for those Dark types whom strike in equal measure.
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Most Ghost types are also capable of possession. Not necessarily of humans - while it's possible, of course, that falls more broadly under Psychic's domain - but largely of objects. My Rotom is capable of possessing electronics, which can alter its typing and attacks, but some Pokemon come with predisposed connections to items, like teacups and teapots, or golem-like bodies. Your Yamask will evolve into what's known as Cofagrigious, a large ceremonial coffin.
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Solus at heart is a seeker of knowledge.]
Ah, yes I had heard of Rotom to some extent. I plan to look further into the capabilities of such a creature, and how I might be able to apply its affinity for machinery.
[Like using it as the power source and AI for possible mechas. You know, nothing too big.]
But Cofagrigus, hm? Do you know aught else about it? Does it retain its ability to possess humans, and such like?
[If it doesn't, he might seek to keep his Yamask from evolving. Sure, the evolution is likely to make it more powerful, but there is far more strategy and tactics with possession, than raw power.]
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Not surprised, it is the wont of mortals to twist that which they do not understand. Too easy for them to assign things as "evil" before they truly know aught about it.
[Something he sounds almost personally annoyed with, but he waves his hand flippantly and dismissively.]
Regardless, I suppose I will put the proof to the test when my Yamask eventually evolves, eh?
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[She said toy, but he's not about to say that when things are going so well!]
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I wouldn't quite phrase it as such. [back on topic please] Lydia has an affinity with ghosts, as part of her once being a lich, so she's quite fond of Ecruteak. I'd imagine she wouldn't mind showing you, if you hadn't also offended her.
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Offended her, have I? What ever did I do?
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Amazingly, some people don't appreciate the insinuation of being seen as less than human.
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[Which is true, but he also kinda views everyone non-Ascian as lesser beings. Still, there's layers to his discrimination. Still a creature, just one that's preferable to humans.]
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