Enigmatic Tower- Floor 12

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║ Amaire Treadeau the female Mismagius ❤ 20/25
║ Delphine the female Braixen ❤ 16/40
║ Jessica Rabbit the female Jynx ❤ 17/32
║ Mawile the female Mega Mawile ❤ 8/35
║ Marilyn Monroe the female Meinshao ❤ 22/37
║ Greta Garbo the female Hypno ❤ 2/16

[/font][/i]" The Tsareena commented, crossing her arms, and waited for someone else to take the lead, just in case of another ghost attack. "Such a beautiful face, but not much going on up there, is there?" The Gardevoir asked pointing a long crinkled finger at the grass type's head. "Ugh, look at me. I'm pretty. I don't have to do the thinking, that's what the ugly people are for. Duh." she scoffed in return. The old Pokemon nodded to her with narrow eyes. For the first time since her loud introduction she was without words. "Okay look, We just want to beat what ever is trapping us here and move on. If you're not going to help, then just move out of our way." Ridley spoke, clearly is done and over with the back and forth. Ridley had really gone through it, and actually had to put effort into her survival. IN the past few days, she's had to fight much harder then usual. usually her pretty face, body, and persuasiveness was enough to get her out of sticky situations. But this, she was powerless against. And now, she would have been out of luck entirely with her current appearance. She was lucky to have been able to change out of her wet clothes in the abandoned city and into clothes she worked best in, and it might have helped her out in situations like the mountain top. Her leather jacket was intact for the most part, but her white halter top was barely hanging on. Covered in dirt, and torn in miscellaneous places, showing her hot pink bra. She might usually use her bra as a tactic against the weaker minded, but now, she didn't exactly have a choice in the matter. Her platinum blonde hair was in tangles and messy curls dd around her shoulders, and down her back. Her mid-drift was showing as usual, revealing her belly button ring, as well as the many scs and bruises she's gathered while she was here, as well as some still healing from the ball. Her leather skirt was holding up alright, but still had a few hold and tears from battles and the falls she was subjected to. Though, her favorite heels would need some repair when they got out. They were hot pink, but now caked in salt, dirt, and mud, with black skulls patterned across them. These were her favorite, and she meant business when she wore them. Her Pokemon were in the same boat as she was, at least most of them. Jessica's mass of copper hair was in a mess behind her, in untidy curls and mats from the many battles. Her crimson dress was disheveled and the bottom of the dress was caked in mud, dirt, and sticks from the travels and battles she faced. Delphine's fur was in quite a few mats as well, despite her efforts. The Mountain Top, and the Underwater challenge really did a number on her and her fur, leaving her usual light and fluffy fur almost flat and heavy looking. Amma wasn't effected by much physically, but she was carrying charms and would shuffle through them quickly, as she looked about. Greta appeared untouched thus far, her illusion still holding strong, now in a slick Hollywood style golden dress, lined with white furs around the hem of the skirt. Her white hair was slicked back into a tight pony tail, and it cascaded down behind her in waves. Though, there was no telling what shape she were actually in.

Before the old Gardevoir could respond, or get out of the way, another voice was heard from within the fog surrounding the grave yard. The group reacted quickly, and defensively, something they learned was necessary in the past few days. Ridley took a step back, in a ready stance. Ready for a fight, or ready to run. Del stood next to her, brandishing her flaming stick, aiming it in the direction of the voice. Jessica and Amma held out a hand, charging an attack, just in case. Tsareena scooted behind Ridley and Delphine, while Greta seemed not to move defensively. She just shifted her weight, and placed a hand on her hip. Though, she scoped ahead quickly, spotting the two figures approaching, both appearing to be human, and her appearance quickly shifted in a sudden blur. Her dress began to tear up into a slit, as if she ripped it running, and her pumps shifted into flats. Her bodice tore about her right rib, revealing a bruise that began to appear. Hair began to fall out of her pony tail, as the pony tail itself began to almost writhe as it began to tangle. In case they were human, she didn't want to be the cause of the distrust. Before, in the rotting hallways, she didn't have to worry as much with Alec, she was the one approaching him. She would have been the danger, but now she could be prey. Ridley watched closely as two figures came out of the Fog, asking what was going on. Ridley eyed the two over quickly, looking for a threat, but they appeared to be two trainers struggling like they were. The female looked to be her age, and the male appeared a tad older, both in the same state Ridley was. They appeared to be concerned, at least the female with the dark purple hair appeared to be. Ridley stood back up, out of her ready pose, and waved to the old Gardevoir holding herself up with her cane. "Oh yeah, we were surprised by the wicked witch of the west over here." The old psychic rolled her eyes and waved her old slender fingers at her with a sound that could only mean disapproval. Delphine and Jessica began to stand down, Del holstering her stick in her tail, and Jessica's glowing gloves faded as she lowered them, but Amma didn't move. "Friend or foe?" Ridley whispered to Amma, but Greta responded mentally before the ghost could speak. "Cautious friends, but that's all I can tell. It's the same with them as it was with Alec. Someone's blocking me out." she informed, but the two didn't look away from the two new comers. Greta had tried to dig a bit into their minds, and failed, but what she did find was that the male wasn't Human. He was an illusion, but it was much stronger then her own. She couldn't tell what was fabricating the illusion, he was clearly stronger then she was, so that meant this girl was packing a punch, but they were friendly for the time being. Greta didn't say anything about the fellow illusion, but she kept her eyes on him closely. Her expression was calm and almost flirtatious, but her eyes were focused on him. Searching for any flaw, or crack in the illusion. She wasn't use to being bested. "She actually gave us a hint on how to get out of this place, we think, and how to move on." Ridley explained placing a hand on her hip, and gesturing behind her with the other, towards a mausoleum in the distance, but was barely a dark shape from within the dense fog.





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Where: ???
Company: Her team
Mood: --
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Theme Song: Dark Magic By Thenewno2
Wearing:Battle Armor

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║ About to cause trouble in: ❤ 1/3 --
║ Searching for: ❤ 50/50 TM62 Acrobatics
║ You call that a challenge? ❤ 66/3
║ You call that a challenge? ❤ 100/25