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Post by Kimo on Jul 9, 2012 16:02:33 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; height:425px; background-color:efefef][classy=gay][style=width: 340px; height:425px; float:left; overflow:auto; font-family: arial; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; letter-spacing:1px; padding: 5px][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; padding: 8px; margin: 2px; background-image:url(http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa435/rumdarjun/VF_q61.jpg);][/style]A young man stomped his way down the entrance of the Haunted House, giving a hmpph as he ripped open the metal gate and strut through with an air of importance. He shook his head as he walked off, glancing at the house behind him as he left for good. "Goodbye home, you ruddy piece of bovine dung. May you rot in hell." With his nose in the air, he continued off.
Kallan groaned and tugged on his face as he headed for the pokemon lab. "Why is being mortal such an ugly pain?" He began listing things off with his fingers as he rambled to himself. "You have to open doors, you have to get hurt, you have to.. relieve yourself, pardon me.. And worst of all, you have to do something with your life. How sad! Who was the mewling quim who invented the human?" Hiding in the bush was a small Shuppet, watching as Kallan approached. He was nervous, and hesitated jumping out on him, but finally the small creature leapt out and yelled <Boo!> Kallan's head clicked as it turned to face the Shuppet, eyes bearing hard on the poor pokemon as he gave the nastiest glare he could muster. The Shuppet frowned and quickly sped off, making little crying sounds as he did. Kallan scoffed and kept walking. "Amateur."
Kallan continued to mutter to himself as he reached the broken-down lab, ignoring its spooky nature and barging through the doorway. "Hello, I would like my pokemon now, chop chop." He stood there waiting for service, tapping his foot impatiently. He did not wake up in his house after centuries of being dead to wait.[/style][/classy][style=width:50px; height: 450px; float:right; background-image:url(http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa435/rumdarjun/VF_q61.jpg);][/style] |
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Post by tisari on Jul 11, 2012 0:10:13 GMT -5
[rs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px #2E0854 dashed; border-radius: 10px;][style=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0.5px; padding: 7px;]When the door opened, a long, loud sigh was heard from a ways away in the room. In the back of the lab, dirty, dusty, and creepy as it was, a low blue glow started up, and the sound of two feet hitting the ground, and a chair creaking as it scraped against the floor. As the light blue colour became brighter, it was apparent that it belonged to the a large Pokemon Lab machine at the end of the room, and it began whirring into action, surprisingly clean and efficient-sounding for such an old, nasty-looking lab. The silhouette of a figure standing in front of the machine came to light, and at first it looked terrifying- long hair, a small, agile figure. However, whatever it was, tripped.
"Ah... ouch," the girl muttered, and after some more struggling and falling over, the sound of a match striking into flame was heard. The little flame moved sideways for a moment until catching a wick, and then another, and another, and by the time the room was lit with candlelight, a girl no more than 17 was blowing out the match and stomping it into the wooden floor.
She pushed her waist-long brown hair behind her and looked up at Kallan, blinking. "Oh, hey. Wow, a trainer?" she asked, tilting her head as she walked towards him, a genuine smile growing on her face. "I was so bored," she sighed, giving him one more look- that seemed to have a hint of gratefulness in it- before turning back towards the machine.
"Well, since you're in a hurry," she said, sounding disappointed as she leaned over the keyboard, her dark purple dress falling around her heels, "we'll get this over with. What type of pokemon would you like?" [/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=padding: 10px; font-size: 50px; text-align: center; color: #2E0854; width: 80px; margin-left: 7px;]✾ [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase;]tarro town lab[/style]
[style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; margin-top: -110px;]The Tarro Town... professor?[/style][/style] | [atrb=vAlign,bottom][atrb=width,100][STYLE=margin-left: 10px;][STYLE=border: 1px #2E0854 dashed; border-radius: 10px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; border-bottom: 1px #8f8f8f solid;][STYLE=margin-left: 5px;]also,[/style][/style]
[STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -0.5px; margin-top: -30px;]she's a pokemorph yayyyy[/style][/style] [style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; padding: 5px; margin-top: -14px;]✲ AMB Tanz[/style] |
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Post by Kimo on Jul 11, 2012 0:36:17 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; height:425px; background-color:efefef][classy=gay][style=width: 340px; height:425px; float:left; overflow:auto; font-family: arial; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; letter-spacing:1px; padding: 5px][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; padding: 8px; margin: 2px; background-image:url(http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa435/rumdarjun/VF_q61.jpg);][/style]Kallan was unimpressed with the spooky, whatever you called it, scene going on in front of him. He had dealt with scare tactics for all his death and there were few things that actually scared him. Kallan shook his head and went tsk, tsk as she fell to the ground. Messed up her whole atmosphere with that, she's getting points off for that. Kallan's face became more and more into a pout as she slowly lit candles across the room, letting out an audible groan at one point before she finished. He did raise an eyebrow at her as her appearance became more visible, and left it at that.
"Yes, I'm a trainer, and I was quite bored myself waiting for you to light those damn candles. I'd like Ghost type please. As if there was any other type that mattered." [/style][/classy][style=width:50px; height: 450px; float:right; background-image:url(http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa435/rumdarjun/VF_q61.jpg);][/style] |
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Post by tisari on Jul 11, 2012 1:19:54 GMT -5
[rs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px #2E0854 dashed; border-radius: 10px;][style=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0.5px; padding: 7px;]"Ooh, attitude," the girl said, smirking as she punched in his request, letter by letter, into the machine. She couldn't remember the last time a trainer had asked for anything different. Not that it could be expected in Tarro town, anyway. It was the norm here. Anyone who could stand to live here had to be some sort of weird- as in, they like the ghosts. Enjoyed their company, even. You could say she was like that, herself.
"I like the candles," she said in a bored fashion, waiting for the machine to finish. "No one ever comes by here. Not very often. It's awful boring. You're too impatient," she finished, giving him the same tsk, tsk that she'd heard from him before.
The machine spat out three pokeballs, and the girl cast a look at them. They floated absently into the air, moving towards the center of the building, and then opened, the red light harshly illuminating the room. Three pokemon were released between the girl and Kallan.
"A misdreavus," the girl said, looking at the little pokemon with a smile. Her eyes flicked over to the next two. "a Drifloon, and a Ghastly," she finished, looking back at Kallan with a sad smile. He'd be leaving soon. She knew something was off with him. Something ghostly, something horrible, something that struck her in her heart; wherever that was. Most of the trainers who came in here were just weird or eccentric, getting a pokemon for the hell of it, or pretending to be trainers just to get a free one.
"If you don't like those," she finally said, after she'd finished being distracted by his ocean-coloured eyes (I've always wanted to visit the ocean, she thought to herself), "You can get the mystery ball."
She lifted it up so he could see- a fourth pokeball. "It's a level 5 ghost pokemon too, but if you choose it, you can't go back. It's yours." She paused then, and contemplated saying something else, but stopped herself and instead looked at him, waiting, wondering which one he would take. [/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=padding: 10px; font-size: 50px; text-align: center; color: #2E0854; width: 80px; margin-left: 7px;]✾ [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase;]tarro town lab[/style]
[style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; margin-top: -110px;]The Tarro Town... professor?[/style][/style] | [atrb=vAlign,bottom][atrb=width,100][STYLE=margin-left: 10px;][STYLE=border: 1px #2E0854 dashed; border-radius: 10px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; border-bottom: 1px #8f8f8f solid;][STYLE=margin-left: 5px;]also,[/style][/style]
[STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -0.5px; margin-top: -30px;]she's a pokemorph yayyyy[/style][/style] [style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; padding: 5px; margin-top: -14px;]✲ AMB Tanz[/style] |
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Post by Kimo on Jul 11, 2012 1:54:01 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; height:425px; background-color:efefef][classy=gay][style=width: 340px; height:425px; float:left; overflow:auto; font-family: arial; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; letter-spacing:1px; padding: 5px][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; padding: 8px; margin: 2px; background-image:url(http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa435/rumdarjun/VF_q61.jpg);][/style]Kallan rolled his eyes as she mentioned his attitude. Yeah yeah, you too. But he was feeling something, one of those dreadful mortal emotions, as she countered his words. She was formidable to him, and Kallan liked her spunk. His lips began to wobble and tug back, and he bore his teeth a little, in some strange foreign thing Kallan could've sworn was a smile. He went back to grimacing with a puff of air, exhausted from attempting to be friendly. It really was draining, being a good person.
The pokemon, finally, arrived, and Kallan's eyes widened at the last one. A Gastly, just like Vincent had been. The resemblance was uncanny, except for of course the special mark he had. Kallan looked sad, feeling a heartstring tug for the friend who he had last seen running away from him. No, he couldn't choose this pokemon. It would cause him too much ache for his best friend, and if he did manage to find him, would he feel replaced? Forgotten?
Kallan coughed and regained his posture, only noticing now the stare of the strange girl. "I'll take the Drifloon, please," he said, sounding more composed than usual. "I can't deal with how incredibly obnoxious Misdreavus are." [/style][/classy][style=width:50px; height: 450px; float:right; background-image:url(http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa435/rumdarjun/VF_q61.jpg);][/style] |
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Post by tisari on Jul 11, 2012 2:55:08 GMT -5
[rs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px #2E0854 dashed; border-radius: 10px;][style=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0.5px; padding: 7px;]The girl watched Kallan's expression carefully as his eyes traveled over the pokemon- it was impossible to miss the sudden tragedy in his eyes when he looked at the Gastly. The moment he said that he'd take the Drifloon, the girl did what she figured was a favor, and returned the Misdreavus and the Gastly straight away. The three pokeballs were sucked back up into the machine, which seemed to know its job was done. It powered down slowly, the blue lights dimming until they were gone completely.
"I'm not the biggest fan of Misdreavus in general, admittedly. Although, I used to know a very nice-" she cut herself off, and for a moment it seemed like she'd tried to hide something from Kallan, until she corrected herself. She jumped away from the topic immediately, trying to make it as if she'd meant to do that in the first place.
"You looked sad looking at that Gastly," she pointed out, frowning slightly but being careful with her words. "Why's that?" She couldn't help being curious. This boy was the most interesting person she'd had show up in a while. His reactions were far too interesting. But, this was coming from someone who spent hours- days- years, decades, sitting in this lab, handing out pokemon to everyone who came by. She always asked them to return, and she'd had a few. Less than 5% of the trainers who came by here. She wondered if some of them got swallowed up by the ghostly forest before they could even make it to Landark.
[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=padding: 10px; font-size: 50px; text-align: center; color: #2E0854; width: 80px; margin-left: 7px;]✾ [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase;]tarro town lab[/style]
[style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; margin-top: -110px;]The Tarro Town... professor?[/style][/style] | [atrb=vAlign,bottom][atrb=width,100][STYLE=margin-left: 10px;][STYLE=border: 1px #2E0854 dashed; border-radius: 10px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; border-bottom: 1px #8f8f8f solid;][STYLE=margin-left: 5px;]also,[/style][/style]
[STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -0.5px; margin-top: -30px;]she's a pokemorph yayyyy[/style][/style] [style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; padding: 5px; margin-top: -14px;]✲ AMB Tanz[/style] |
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Post by Kimo on Jul 11, 2012 10:28:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; height:425px; background-color:efefef][classy=gay][style=width: 340px; height:425px; float:left; overflow:auto; font-family: arial; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; letter-spacing:1px; padding: 5px][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; padding: 8px; margin: 2px; background-image:url(http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa435/rumdarjun/VF_q61.jpg);][/style]Kallan glared at her as she queried about his life. Really, the insolence of some people. "Why don't you mind-" He stopped.
For years, Kallan had kept many things secret from those around him. Those he saw as companions. Family. Brothers. Hell, even lovers. But that was before he told the biggest secret of all, and faced the biggest loss- his only friend. Secrets were a dangerous thing, Kallan decided, and were meant to be hidden, forever from sight. But what did he have holding secrets from this girl? She meant nothing to him. As interesting as she was, she was just another brick in the wall. Besides, now that Vincent was gone, now was a good time to let people know his appearance in case they had seen him.
"A friend," he spurted. "I lost a friend. His name is Vincent and he's a Gastly with a glowing mark on his head." He paused. "Also, sometimes he looks like a little boy, you know how we Ghosts shapeshift-" Kallan, you're not dead anymore- "About 10 years old, black scraggily hair with a purple tint, brown eyes. Have you, per chance, seen him?" He guessed it was worth a try, asking.[/style][/classy][style=width:50px; height: 450px; float:right; background-image:url(http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa435/rumdarjun/VF_q61.jpg);][/style] |
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Post by tisari on Jul 11, 2012 14:59:09 GMT -5
[rs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px #2E0854 dashed; border-radius: 10px;][style=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0.5px; padding: 7px;]The girl was expecting the usual lecture- mind your own business, it's my life, who are you, anyway? She had a tendency of asking people about what they were looking for. Most of the people in this town left for that reason, after all. It was a place of lost things, people going missing, people dying. She couldn't help but be curious. After all, since no one ever returned to visit her anyway, she figured it shouldn't matter to them. Her eyes widened a little bit as he started talking, however- at least he could admit to it. She was nobody here.
Still, she listened with curiosity and then put a hand to her chin. Her eyes glanced upwards quickly, hearing him mention 'you know how we Ghosts shapeshift.' She blinked, watching him carefully as he looked at her.
"You're not a Ghost," she replied simply. "There's something off about you, but you're not a ghost," she replied. I would know, she thought to herself, finally dropping her arm and letting her shoulders droop. She'd seen a lot of people, and she remembered each one of them, but that... Vincent, a little boy... it didn't ring any bells. She wished it had.
"I'm sorry," she said after a moment, returning the Drifloon to its pokeball. She grabbed a black backpack from the other side of the room, and walked over to Kallan, stopping in front of him so that her dark red eyes were visible. She held out her hands, a pokeball in one, the strap of a backpack in another.
"I haven't seen him."
[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=padding: 10px; font-size: 50px; text-align: center; color: #2E0854; width: 80px; margin-left: 7px;]✾ [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase;]tarro town lab[/style]
[style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; margin-top: -110px;]The Tarro Town... professor?[/style][/style] | [atrb=vAlign,bottom][atrb=width,100][STYLE=margin-left: 10px;][STYLE=border: 1px #2E0854 dashed; border-radius: 10px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; border-bottom: 1px #8f8f8f solid;][STYLE=margin-left: 5px;]also,[/style][/style]
[STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -0.5px; margin-top: -30px;]she's a pokemorph yayyyy[/style][/style] [style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; padding: 5px; margin-top: -14px;]✲ AMB Tanz[/style] |
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Post by Kimo on Jul 11, 2012 15:36:41 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; height:425px; background-color:efefef][classy=gay][style=width: 340px; height:425px; float:left; overflow:auto; font-family: arial; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; letter-spacing:1px; padding: 5px][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; padding: 8px; margin: 2px; background-image:url(http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa435/rumdarjun/VF_q61.jpg);][/style]Kallan got all flustered up as she stated the fact. "Psh! Of course I'm not a ghost!" He chuckled nervously. "You're spouting nonsense, I couldn't possibly be a ghost, where would you get that? Never."
He collected the items she handed out to him, sighing as she gave her report of Vincent. "Well, I didn't expect you to have seen him, it was worth a try..." He began to squint though, now seeing the girl up close and examining her. The dress, the crimson eyes.. Kallan spoke quietly and looked at her strangely.
"Wait.. Are you a Ghost?"
"...M-morph? Thing?" Kallan quickly babbled the rest of the sentence, remembering that some people on this island were genetically combined with pokemon, oh what was it called, Jesus, what was it- "Pokemorph," he finally realized, swallowing.[/style][/classy][style=width:50px; height: 450px; float:right; background-image:url(http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa435/rumdarjun/VF_q61.jpg);][/style] |
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Post by tisari on Jul 11, 2012 16:13:27 GMT -5
[rs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px #2E0854 dashed; border-radius: 10px;][style=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0.5px; padding: 7px;]A grin spread across the girl's face as Kallan side-stepped the question- probably not as eloquently as he would have wished. She wasn't sure if he'd even realised what he'd said. Her arms dropped down to her sides as he took the pokeball and the backpack, and her eyes reflected the candelight somewhat as he looked at her curiously.
"I woke up 224 years ago or so," she replied, staring at him evenly, "convinced that I was alive. I'm a Gengar, but I take a human form. I can't change it, I can't make myself look like what I really am," she said shakily, lifting her hands and staring at them. Artificial human. The mind was a funny thing. She was so convinced, she couldn't change it, even once she finally realised the truth.
"It took me a long time to figure it out, and recall my past," she sighed. "When I learned that I was a ghost, I tried to, you know, do ghostly things... scare tactics, create a name for myself. I ruined this town," she finally said, her voice breaking. "It's my fault Tarro is how it is. That's why I'm here, now, trying to... you know, do something positive. I'm stuck here forever. My guilt trapped me here."
She stared at him then, but her eyes fell to the floor after a moment and her mouth dropped open a little bit. She didn't know what else to say.
"I'm doing something positive now, you know? I take care of the pokemon here. I can understand them, talk to them. They like me. I don't identify myself as a Gengar anymore. I hope you understand," she added quickly, assuming that he'd get angry at her for her sins against Sasqui, and specifically, Tarro. There had always been ghosts here, but she was the one that had driven almost all of the citizens out, and much, much worse, that she'd never intended from the beginning. The ghosts that haunted Tarro Town now were not just pokemon ghosts, and most of them, at night when the girl was feeling lonely, would haunt her, whispering in her ear how it was her fault they'd died. She forced herself to stay.
"I killed people," she finally admitted, lifting her head once more to give Kallan a surprisingly calm look. "I didn't mean to. It all went out of control. You..." she paused for a moment, finally turning around, her dress sweeping around her bare feet as she walked back to the back of the room. "you should get out of here. I hope you find your friend."
[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=padding: 10px; font-size: 50px; text-align: center; color: #2E0854; width: 80px; margin-left: 7px;]✾ [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase;]tarro town lab[/style]
[style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; margin-top: -110px;]The Tarro Town... professor?[/style][/style] | [atrb=vAlign,bottom][atrb=width,100][STYLE=margin-left: 10px;][STYLE=border: 1px #2E0854 dashed; border-radius: 10px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; border-bottom: 1px #8f8f8f solid;][STYLE=margin-left: 5px;]also,[/style][/style]
[STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -0.5px; margin-top: -30px;]changed my mind she's not a pokemorph after all e.e[/style][/style] [style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; padding: 5px; margin-top: -14px;]✲ AMB Tanz[/style] |
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Post by Kimo on Jul 11, 2012 18:17:39 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; height:425px; background-color:efefef][classy=gay][style=width: 340px; height:425px; float:left; overflow:auto; font-family: arial; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; letter-spacing:1px; padding: 5px][style=width:100px; height: 100px; float:left; padding: 8px; margin: 2px; background-image:url(http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa435/rumdarjun/VF_q61.jpg);][/style]Kallan listened quietly as she explained her story. He only nodded when she asked for forgiveness. He did not expect the pumping heart in his chest to feel pity for her, and it made him almost nausous, unused to such feelings. He clutched his chest, his earlier shock of waking up human wading back into him. Kallan silently began to walk away as she ushered him to leave, but he stopped in front of the doorway and took a deep breath. "I was dead too once, you know.
I shared the same guilt, having accidently murdered the closest thing I had to family." Kallan winced as he thought of his parents, only invested in their son when he did something beneficial to the family name, neglecting him otherwise. "I haunted the halls of my own home as a Haunter, terrifying anyone who entered. But I finally decided to see past that guilt, and now I'm alive, for some reason." Kallan pushed open the door and gave her one last look of sympathy and understanding. He had trouble coming up with words, but he tried his best. "Maybe if you accept yourself, things will look up for you. I don't know. Good day."
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