Morphic - Private Thread subsume - rhenlo and gawain.
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Gawain the Sylveon (Cute Charm Ability).
Rogue.
Affected RPers: Gold (Rhenlo).

Mist swirls around Gawain, struck gold in the light of the rising sun. Delicately, the Sylveon lifts one paw and licks it clean, clearing away dewdrops, pine needles, and all sorts of other detritus. Then, with careful ribbons, he slips his cloak back onto his back. Another morning in the wood.

His paws have been hardened by weeks of walking on various surfaces; the pine needles no longer sting him as he walks to the nearby cluster of Pomeg berries. He pulls one down with his teeth and bites down, savoring the slight spice in its sweetness. It only takes him a few moments to demolish the fruit, then seconds more to lick his lips clean of the red juices. 

A sudden... not a scent, not a sound, but a feeling strikes Gawain. He looks up, ears swiveling in every which way. "Hail and well-met!" he calls into the fog, feeling a bit foolish for calling to what looks like no one. But better to seem silly than rude.
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The One; Rhenlo the Gengar
Ability: Cursed Body
This post affects Gawain.
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Dark shadows cast by trees long forgotten, as well as the crisp morning air and the hush at dawn, made the Somber Woods everything Rhenlo had hoped the jungle would be. The constant noise and activity of the jungle, as well as the humidity, had worn Rhenlo's patience very thin, and he actually found himself feeling something akin to enjoyment as he carefully marched through the Woods. The light had barely touched the treetops; it was perfect for a Gengar to walk around unimpeded and undetected.

Or, sort of undetected. Rhenlo heard the shout before he saw the source, a small pink dog-shaped fluff in the middle of a clearing. It wore a lustrous cape of crimson, and carried itself very confidently, though it seemed that it hadn't noticed Rhenlo yet. On the one hand, Rhenlo would probably prefer to shuffle off or surprise attack, especially since it was possible that this Pokemon had unlocked the strength of forms; on the other, Rhenlo wasn't willing to chance that the stranger had noticed him, and would attack him if he made a move to leave. Hesitantly, Rhenlo stepped into the clearing, having hidden the Heart within him for safety. He wasn't going to respond to the hail just yet; he'd let the intruder to his walk do the talking before making a measured response.
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#3
Gawain the Sylveon (Cute Charm Ability).
Rogue.
Affected RPers: Gold (Rhenlo).


There's no sound. Not even a breeze disturbs the wood as Gawain sits and waits for a response. No matter how hard he strains his ears, he hears nothing; he looks in all directions, but sees nothing. For a minute he simply considers dismissing the feeling and going about his day, but then a sudden motion catches his eye.

The Pokemon that emerges is one that takes Gawain a moment to place - the word Gengar registers in his mind as he takes in the purple ghost before him. Red eyes look down at Gawain and he does his best to return the gaze evenly, his head held high and his chest puffed out. He knows that he doesn't exactly cut an impressive figure, but he puts forth his best attempt anyway. "Hello, there, friend," Gawain says, waving a ribbon cheerfully. "I am Gawain. Pleased to meet you." He extends a ribbon toward the Gengar for a friendly shake, hoping he'll be receptive to the gesture, or at least understand it.
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The One; Rhenlo the Gengar
Ability: Cursed Body
This post affects Gawain.
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The small one, identifying itself as Gawain, immediately began the show of friendship that Rhenlo had seen other Pokemon willfully enter into time and again since arriving on the accursed isle. Gawain had extended a ribbon to him, as if expecting him to somehow return the dance that they'd woven. Rhenlo hid his disgust; this one was the same as the rest, and though it seemed like the one in front of him was more confident than the rest, it mattered little. Rhenlo would play along for a little while, however; with the possibility of forms at every turn, Rhenlo couldn't be too careful. He put a hand forward, fully aware and almost taking pleasure in what would inevitably come next; the hand passed through the ribbon like smoke, as if Rhenlo's entire existence on the island was shunned by Mautte itself.

"Cannot," he said, calmly. Rhenlo had kind of expected something unexpected, or something amazing, he guessed; but it was not to be, and he cursed himself for getting potentially excited. Rage swelled in his body, which he quickly poured into the Heart; it wouldn't do to show his true colors yet. Rhenlo calmly awaited the reaction from the pink fluff after his gesture had been for naught; perhaps he could gauge their strength this way as well.
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Gawain the Sylveon (Cute Charm Ability) -> Dusk Mane Necrozma (Prism Armor Ability).
Rogue.
Affected RPers: Gold (Rhenlo).


The 'handshake' is met with receptiveness, if not results. The Gengar reaches out to shake Gawain's ribbon, but the purple hand

power

passes through his ribbon

power

like mist

take it back

leaving him shuddering at the frigid touch.

Gawain stands, frozen solid, eyes huge, jaw slack. His ribbons and tail drop as something resonates through the ghost's hand and into him. The slight chill of the wood, and the gentle warmth of sunbeams, fall on Gawain's body; he feels them distantly, but in his mind, all he knows is ice-cold darkness, that cosmic abyss. There's something deep and consuming in the Gengar and, to Gawain's utter shock, it feels nearly familiar. Like he's found something he didn't realize he'd lost.

Without his awareness or input, Gawain's body shifts. For a moment, he becomes an amorphous creature of pink fire, boundless and beautiful. He doesn't care as his cloak clatters to the grimy forest floor, only exults in the strength as he lashes his mighty tail and flexes his burning claws - 

not again. please. not again.

The armor, the walking prison, forms around Gawain's body, closing in every limb, his sides, his face, and he roars his futile pain and fury to the sky. The lion bows, humbled by the armor, as three separate lines of thought race through Gawain's frenetic consciousness. What or where or who he is - all of that information is gone. He was free, and now he is bound again.

With foreign, muddled vision, Gawain looks up and sees a Gengar. Something about him glows painfully bright. Gawain's claws sink into the earth for a moment, excitement coursing through him. It was noble of this Gengar to show Gawain his power. Now, every instinct of Gawain's is trained on the Gengar, ready to devour it and consume whatever strange energy it holds, making it his. The blue-black knives of his claws shimmer silver and he swipes, aiming to dispatch his quarry with a powerful Metal Claw.
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