newbarkboiii

[newbarkboiii]

...alright guys. You don't need a license to be psychic but being a licensed psychic helps verify that you're not a con artist. The association also offers financial support and jobs offers for psychics since it can be difficult to hold a normal 9-5 with certain psychic abilities. It's like a general aid organization I guess??? I'm not really sure what to call it.

[newbarkboiii]

The office is open again, sorry for radio silence, I've been running back and forth with some jobs.

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His face scrunches, fighting back the various ways he wants to tell Green to shut up or stop being an idiot. Connection to the supernatural could be dangerous, you couldn't half heartfelt investigate it. It either had to be ignored and kept you in the dark completely or you had to go through the painstaking process of getting down to the very route of the issue.

But that's not why Green is here. He said it himself.

"That makes it a little more difficult you know. You might as well just look for an answer online if you don't want a professional to see your pokemon."

He snips, but then he thinks. Sabrina.. right, she was a psychic too. If there was anything spiritually attached to it surely she would have told Green.

"When she helped it did she mention any spirits being held inside it. One of the most common reasons for a Pumpkaboo being able to fly is that it's holding a spirit from before it was caught. If it wasn't able to release it after capture the spirit can become a physical growth on the pokemon and weigh it down.

If it isn't that though.... I'd have to meet the pokemon to talk to it personally. Cuz if it's an emotional issue that's something I have to be more hands on with."

The hue doesn't change when lifted but Ethan can see further details masked by the shirt. Leaning in closer, the medium takes note of how deep it is, the fact it looks like it's been both entered and exited out of, and the still present connection it seemed to have with the cause.

" Well I might be able to do something, but not if you're gonna have an attitude about it and ignore it. Just be careful with interacting with whatever caused that."

He supposed he can't blame Green for being dodgy. It's not exactly easy to speak about these things, especially with a stranger.

"Not floating well... If it having any other symptoms? Do you have the pokemon with you right now?"

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The hue doesn't change when lifted but Ethan can see further details masked by the shirt. Leaning in closer, the medium takes note of how deep it is, the fact it looks like it's been both entered and exited out of, and the still present connection it seemed to have with the cause.

" Well I might be able to do something, but not if you're gonna have an attitude about it and ignore it. Just be careful with interacting with whatever caused that."

He supposed he can't blame Green for being dodgy. It's not exactly easy to speak about these things, especially with a stranger.

"Not floating well... If it having any other symptoms? Do you have the pokemon with you right now?"

That glare strikes him in a way he didn't expect, making his neck prickle with a shameful familiarity. It was the same look skeptics always gave him when he knew something he shouldn't behave, something no one could ever possibly know. It's Ethan's turn to glare now, face scrunching up in a way he does Not hide very well.

It then relaxes in a cooly dull expression, tilting his head and crossing his arms to coping Green's previous pose. "I know about it because I'm looking right at it. I wasn't playing around when I told you I was a psychic. It's right there. The purple, right?"

Ethan points, right where Green's hand is, the soft glow as he gets agitated slipping between his fingers. Ethan isn't looking at Green anymore, instead he's looking right at the scar as if Green's hand was never there.

[newbarkboiii]

That glare strikes him in a way he didn't expect, making his neck prickle with a shameful familiarity. It was the same look skeptics always gave him when he knew something he shouldn't behave, something no one could ever possibly know. It's Ethan's turn to glare now, face scrunching up in a way he does Not hide very well.

It then relaxes in a cooly dull expression, tilting his head and crossing his arms to coping Green's previous pose. "I know about it because I'm looking right at it. I wasn't playing around when I told you I was a psychic. It's right there. The purple, right?"

Ethan points, right where Green's hand is, the soft glow as he gets agitated slipping between his fingers. Ethan isn't looking at Green anymore, instead he's looking right at the scar as if Green's hand was never there.

Green is met with squinting eyes, bewildered, disbelieving and somewhat saying 'What on are you talking about' . He opens his mouth to speak then closes it again. Resting his chin in his hand he's certainly thinking very hard on what to say next.

"Why's it only one? And did you have a Ghost-type do your top surgery? That sounds like a terrible idea." There's no way a ghost pokemon is on the list of approved specialists for a surgery like this.

And then that last sentence throws him for another loop. A decade ... What was he doing a decade ago? His journey? Oh god. He looks at Green up and down, before snapping his fingers when it clicked. That one gym leader! He was supposed to rematch him after beating Red but... Well, things hadn't worked out that way.

Ethan visibly grimaces and turns it into a smile "Ohhh, it's you! I thought you seemed familiar. Haha, almost forgot for a second! Wow. You're still the same after 10 years huh? That's crazy."

Oregano wiggles in her ball, sensing her trainer's discomfort and Ethan tucks his hand into his pocket to lull her back to sleep.

[newbarkboiii]

Update to the PSA:

PLEASE DO NOT DESTROY OR THREATEN TO DESTROY SAID ITEMS. THAT IS A DIRECT HAZARD AND GOES AGAINST RULE #1 OF PREVENTION TACTICS. IF IT IS SOMETHING YOU ARE WORRIED ABOUT PLEASE CONDUCT A REASONABLE AUTHORITY THAT IS CAPABLE OF DEALING WITH SPIRITS. THANK YOU, HAVE A SAFE DAY

Hi, we here at Mewstery Inc. ask that you please refrain from picking up and playing with any abandoned puppets near shrines or altars. Thank you for your cooperation.

[newbarkboiii]

Hi, we here at Mewstery Inc. ask that you please refrain from picking up and playing with any abandoned puppets near shrines or altars. Thank you for your cooperation.

[newbarkboiii]

Green is met with squinting eyes, bewildered, disbelieving and somewhat saying 'What on are you talking about' . He opens his mouth to speak then closes it again. Resting his chin in his hand he's certainly thinking very hard on what to say next.

"Why's it only one? And did you have a Ghost-type do your top surgery? That sounds like a terrible idea." There's no way a ghost pokemon is on the list of approved specialists for a surgery like this.

And then that last sentence throws him for another loop. A decade ... What was he doing a decade ago? His journey? Oh god. He looks at Green up and down, before snapping his fingers when it clicked. That one gym leader! He was supposed to rematch him after beating Red but... Well, things hadn't worked out that way.

Ethan visibly grimaces and turns it into a smile "Ohhh, it's you! I thought you seemed familiar. Haha, almost forgot for a second! Wow. You're still the same after 10 years huh? That's crazy."

Oregano wiggles in her ball, sensing her trainer's discomfort and Ethan tucks his hand into his pocket to lull her back to sleep.

Sometimes movies are right, but Ethan would fight you tooth and nail over whether or not Pokestar Studios did a good job depicting the real supernatural. Real mediums and what not. Sometimes they don't even consult with an actual medium and make things up. Or summon something inadvertently.

Ethan looks over his shoulder, a bit hurt, a bit offended. "Rotom's like a part of the family..." Family that locks you out when you don't respond to the Psychic Association texts, but still. He folds his arm trying not to smack the smug look on Green's face off.

"Ah, well. The usual that can be expected for a place like this. Exorcisms, consulting the dead, aura readings, finding dead trails or missing persons for unsolved cases, lots of stuff like that."

He isn't trying to stare at the strange mark on Green"s chest, that little scar of unfamiliar aura where something was dug out. A parasite perhaps? It doesn't match the rest of Greens aura, so it had to be from something else. But what? It's hard not to look at it.

The rest of Green is a mess of insecurities and guilt, barely held together by a shell of pride that refused to let these things slip out to the public. Ethan isn't surprised to be seeing this, but it just doesn't hold his attention like that scar.

"What... happened there?" Ethan asks as he takes a few steps closer and points at Green's chest, just a couple centimeters away from the old wound with only fabric to separate it.

[newbarkboiii]

Sometimes movies are right, but Ethan would fight you tooth and nail over whether or not Pokestar Studios did a good job depicting the real supernatural. Real mediums and what not. Sometimes they don't even consult with an actual medium and make things up. Or summon something inadvertently.

Ethan looks over his shoulder, a bit hurt, a bit offended. "Rotom's like a part of the family..." Family that locks you out when you don't respond to the Psychic Association texts, but still. He folds his arm trying not to smack the smug look on Green's face off.

"Ah, well. The usual that can be expected for a place like this. Exorcisms, consulting the dead, aura readings, finding dead trails or missing persons for unsolved cases, lots of stuff like that."

He isn't trying to stare at the strange mark on Green"s chest, that little scar of unfamiliar aura where something was dug out. A parasite perhaps? It doesn't match the rest of Greens aura, so it had to be from something else. But what? It's hard not to look at it.

The rest of Green is a mess of insecurities and guilt, barely held together by a shell of pride that refused to let these things slip out to the public. Ethan isn't surprised to be seeing this, but it just doesn't hold his attention like that scar.

"What... happened there?" Ethan asks as he takes a few steps closer and points at Green's chest, just a couple centimeters away from the old wound with only fabric to separate it.

Polite? This guy? Ethan holds his tongue for once about how believable that is, he's argued with this guy enough for one day. Stepping to the side so that Green can walk in Ethan looks over him carefully taking mental note of his aura.

"Well, we're a small company right now. Maybe when we're bigger we can get an actual major building, but for now I think just an office space would be alright." The office is fairly bare, it's not empty, but it is sparsely decorated. A couple hand painted paper seals were scattered on the wall here and there, maybe a few streamers for the holidays too.

Oh now that makes him sheepish. A company with just two people isn't really a company, is it? "It's not just me! I have an intern who handles paperwork and a Rotom that takes care of the tech and security! I'm waiting for people to send in applications so I can hire some more people..."

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Polite? This guy? Ethan holds his tongue for once about how believable that is, he's argued with this guy enough for one day. Stepping to the side so that Green can walk in Ethan looks over him carefully taking mental note of his aura.

"Well, we're a small company right now. Maybe when we're bigger we can get an actual major building, but for now I think just an office space would be alright." The office is fairly bare, it's not empty, but it is sparsely decorated. A couple hand painted paper seals were scattered on the wall here and there, maybe a few streamers for the holidays too.

Oh now that makes him sheepish. A company with just two people isn't really a company, is it? "It's not just me! I have an intern who handles paperwork and a Rotom that takes care of the tech and security! I'm waiting for people to send in applications so I can hire some more people..."

Green debated over his pride if he should go or not. I mean, he doesn't believe this 'company' can make much but train or defeat ghost pokémon anyway.

Ever since Sabrina helped him with pumpkaboo, it started floating as it should. Still, it falls down whenever in distress... which happens to be basically all the time.

Therefore, he paused his work just to fly over to Johto and visit this place. At least Ethan wasn't still stuck outside!

Sunglasses on, he knocked the door.

There was only about a 25% chance that Green would show up. People who get into online arguments with you rarely do when you finally invite them over. Ethan's been on both ends of it.

So hearing a knock on a public office door throws him off. He blinks, sitting up in his chair after doing... just about nothing since getting inside and gets up to open the door.

Yellow eyes stare at Green, then squint in confusion. This guy was familiar. More importantly,

"Why are you knocking on the door, you know you can just walk in right?"

[newbarkboiii]

Yeah well I drew oregano simmering you into a delicious campfire stew so your argument and threats mean nothing to me.

Just so you know I'm the only one allowed to be rude to Red so like pay attention

unHAND ME!!!!!!!

[newbarkboiii]

He was told to bundle up.

[newbarkboiii]

Just so you know I'm the only one allowed to be rude to Red so like pay attention

unHAND ME!!!!!!!

[newbarkboiii]

They said I'm haunted. Not sure what that means.

And? What do you want me to do about it? Who's they? Why don't you ask them what they mean if it's bothering you so much.

[newbarkboiii]

Green debated over his pride if he should go or not. I mean, he doesn't believe this 'company' can make much but train or defeat ghost pokémon anyway.

Ever since Sabrina helped him with pumpkaboo, it started floating as it should. Still, it falls down whenever in distress... which happens to be basically all the time.

Therefore, he paused his work just to fly over to Johto and visit this place. At least Ethan wasn't still stuck outside!

Sunglasses on, he knocked the door.

There was only about a 25% chance that Green would show up. People who get into online arguments with you rarely do when you finally invite them over. Ethan's been on both ends of it.

So hearing a knock on a public office door throws him off. He blinks, sitting up in his chair after doing... just about nothing since getting inside and gets up to open the door.

Yellow eyes stare at Green, then squint in confusion. This guy was familiar. More importantly,

"Why are you knocking on the door, you know you can just walk in right?"

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A ghost with a strangely familiar face fades into the office. "Do you... take cases from ghosts too? Or just from people?"

A sudden ghost in the office is bound to trigger Rotom's alarms. And is does. A robotic screaming filling the room as a goofy imitation of a siren, lights flashing on and off in hues of red and white, cheap incense spraying from the walls. Ethan hacks and waves the air around, shouting over the siren.

"STOP, STOP, STOP. ROTOM DEFENSES DOWN!"

The pokemon's screaming falls silent and the lights stop flashing. Waving away the last of the incense smoke Ethan looks over to the spirit with a face too similar to his own. He had met other versions of himself from time to time, that wasn't knew. Seeing one dead though... this had to be some kind of cruel taunt from the Legendaries themselves. The Universe as a whole even. He hides a grimace but can't keep himself from appearing solemn.

" I can accept a case from a spirit. No payment obviously. But I can see what I can do about it. What... seems to be the issue?"

He gives a couple weak sniffs, feeling the usual tickle of blood threatening to come out. The pressure that came from this one was a bit much.