Exo-Raikou
It's over. I'm sorry, but it's over.
As Isei floated over the space where a bridge used to be, he was doing a little math in his head. Specifically, how long it would take him to go from Here to Solaceon to the land near Veilstone to the land near Hearthome - the typical route for his day. He knew the time it would take like the back of his own hand, but the Beheeyem always found it somewhat comforting to remind himself of his timeframe, just so he could plan out how long to spend in each area, and how many teleports he would be using today.
In this case, he felt the need to spend a lot more time in Solaceon than he did before. There was something about the place on his last visit that merely... unsettled him. He felt that it required further probing. To that end, he flashed the three dots on his hands in rapid succession, each lighting up and going out faster than the one before it.
"Teleport," he whispered as all the lights flashed simultaneously. There was a glare that split the fog for the briefest of moments, and then the Beheeyem was gone. Had anyone been in Solaceon, they would have been surprised to see that same Beheeyem appear in the middle of the abandoned town. He appeared, eyes closed, for he was yet again scanning the place with his mind, searching for something.
Anything.
----
Lost Tower was not too far from Hearthome, so Angon, at top speed, reached the graveyard in not too much time. Already planning his movements, the Chandelure's musings were interrupted by a bout of cackling the moment he entered the structure.
"Yo, Angon!" The voice belonged to a Banette, which phased through the ceiling, "How goes your service to that lugheaded dragon?"
Angon chuckled slightly. "Just fine, Belfie. Who else is here and not experimenting back at the fort?" The Banette paused for a moment, cackled, and said: "Right now, the main ones are just me, Ungur, Ascator, Witaka, and... Cirul."
Angon's flames expanded slightly. "I need you to deliver all of them a message: Tell them to begin thoroughly searching the entire eastern sector - everything from the swamp to the south to that dismal village up further north. Furthermore, I don't want them causing any damage unless they're attacked first - they must be on their absolute best behavior when searching the land."
Belfie cackled again. "I'd say asking that of any of us - especially Ascator - might be asking a little much of us, Angon. Why, oh why do you want us to not do what we do best on today's assignme-" his question was cut off as a jet of purple flame shot right over his head. Angon's eyes were filled with even more of a deathly glare than usual.
"Let me spell it out for you: Cathar's platoon - which I last assigned to search the eastern sector of this region - has located the residence of the Phantasm," Belfie's eyes widened at that last word, but the Chandelure paid it no heed. "I need you and the others to fan out and find its exact lair while I accompany Jiongu on a mission of significantly less importance. As I cannot be in two places at once, I'm going to trust you and the other ghosts to successfully find the place. You just need to find it; upon my return, I will take care of the rest of the mission. Do you understand?" Belfie nodded, somewhat meekly.
"Good, then I'll make one more thing clear:" Angon's tone shifted to one that made the Banette repress a shudder, "If any of you screw this up; if even one of you ruins what is likely the only chance we'll get at finding the Phantasm, I will kill all five of you, in the slowest and most painful ways I can think of for ghosts Again, do you understand?" Belfie nodded again, and the meekness was even more prominent."
"Excellent," Angon said, the deadly tone leaving his voice, "Spread the word to the others. Actually, strike that - tell Ascator that he needs to see me. Once he and I have left the tower, you can tell the others of the mission." Belfie frowned. "Are you sure you want to be alone with Ascator when you're telling him about a mission where he can't cause wanton destruction?"
Angon's tendrils flicked up in a shrug. "I think Ascator is more inclined to listen to me than he would to you about a mission where he can't cause wanton destruction." Belfie cackled. "Touche," he laughed, and then floated upwards through the ceiling.
The flames on Angon's tendrils flickered slowly and calmly - it was the closest the Chandelure could come to express the fact that he was satisfied. The pieces were being set down rather nicely; all he had to do was convince the more rowdy of his ghosts to do what he needed, and then he could continue on with the rest of his plans.
In this case, he felt the need to spend a lot more time in Solaceon than he did before. There was something about the place on his last visit that merely... unsettled him. He felt that it required further probing. To that end, he flashed the three dots on his hands in rapid succession, each lighting up and going out faster than the one before it.
"Teleport," he whispered as all the lights flashed simultaneously. There was a glare that split the fog for the briefest of moments, and then the Beheeyem was gone. Had anyone been in Solaceon, they would have been surprised to see that same Beheeyem appear in the middle of the abandoned town. He appeared, eyes closed, for he was yet again scanning the place with his mind, searching for something.
Anything.
----
Lost Tower was not too far from Hearthome, so Angon, at top speed, reached the graveyard in not too much time. Already planning his movements, the Chandelure's musings were interrupted by a bout of cackling the moment he entered the structure.
"Yo, Angon!" The voice belonged to a Banette, which phased through the ceiling, "How goes your service to that lugheaded dragon?"
Angon chuckled slightly. "Just fine, Belfie. Who else is here and not experimenting back at the fort?" The Banette paused for a moment, cackled, and said: "Right now, the main ones are just me, Ungur, Ascator, Witaka, and... Cirul."
Angon's flames expanded slightly. "I need you to deliver all of them a message: Tell them to begin thoroughly searching the entire eastern sector - everything from the swamp to the south to that dismal village up further north. Furthermore, I don't want them causing any damage unless they're attacked first - they must be on their absolute best behavior when searching the land."
Belfie cackled again. "I'd say asking that of any of us - especially Ascator - might be asking a little much of us, Angon. Why, oh why do you want us to not do what we do best on today's assignme-" his question was cut off as a jet of purple flame shot right over his head. Angon's eyes were filled with even more of a deathly glare than usual.
"Let me spell it out for you: Cathar's platoon - which I last assigned to search the eastern sector of this region - has located the residence of the Phantasm," Belfie's eyes widened at that last word, but the Chandelure paid it no heed. "I need you and the others to fan out and find its exact lair while I accompany Jiongu on a mission of significantly less importance. As I cannot be in two places at once, I'm going to trust you and the other ghosts to successfully find the place. You just need to find it; upon my return, I will take care of the rest of the mission. Do you understand?" Belfie nodded, somewhat meekly.
"Good, then I'll make one more thing clear:" Angon's tone shifted to one that made the Banette repress a shudder, "If any of you screw this up; if even one of you ruins what is likely the only chance we'll get at finding the Phantasm, I will kill all five of you, in the slowest and most painful ways I can think of for ghosts Again, do you understand?" Belfie nodded again, and the meekness was even more prominent."
"Excellent," Angon said, the deadly tone leaving his voice, "Spread the word to the others. Actually, strike that - tell Ascator that he needs to see me. Once he and I have left the tower, you can tell the others of the mission." Belfie frowned. "Are you sure you want to be alone with Ascator when you're telling him about a mission where he can't cause wanton destruction?"
Angon's tendrils flicked up in a shrug. "I think Ascator is more inclined to listen to me than he would to you about a mission where he can't cause wanton destruction." Belfie cackled. "Touche," he laughed, and then floated upwards through the ceiling.
The flames on Angon's tendrils flickered slowly and calmly - it was the closest the Chandelure could come to express the fact that he was satisfied. The pieces were being set down rather nicely; all he had to do was convince the more rowdy of his ghosts to do what he needed, and then he could continue on with the rest of his plans.