>>5651719>>5651724>>5651725>>5652043Its a hell of a offer, AZ is known, as far as you are sure (its hard to keep track of the many disasters in the wonderful world of Pokemon) as one of the greatest inventors in the last 3000 years. And well, you know exactly what to pick.
"Can you make me a purification machine?" You ask as Az nods slowly.
"You mean a excorcism engine? For the cursed?"
You frown. "No its called a puritfication machine, it uses type matchups to purge shadow energy and stuff."
He shakes his head grumbling. "Throughout history, I have seen people reinvent the wheel and call it a hoop, but yes, I can build one. Give me time though, I will have to acquire the tools... Gather what needs to be purified...
And good luck one who walks with the dead. A ill omen looms over you."
You wake up to Nimrahs red eyeglasses looming over you. "Gurie, are you alert? Would you like to keep sleeping?"
You shake your head. "No, no, the beds in my dorm are softer... do you have my chair?"
He nods, lips twisted in a smile. "Look next to you."
The chair is a large grey beast, seemingly made with tombstones and cushions rather then the sleek red of a rotomchair. The wheels are affixed with small tombstones aling the spokes of the wheel and the chairs cushions are a purple velvet.
"Oh! It certainly looks like itd fit a Hex maniac." You smile at Nimrah. "It's very pretty."
"Oh it's not just pretty dear." He taps the chair. "You can show yourself."
One of the tombstones flip over, a bright blue eye staring at you.
A sound like a rock skipping over water echoes from the chair.
"Tada." Nimrah says flatly, his voice rarely carrying emotion even on his most passionate days. "I disguised one of my own pokemon to help carry you, that way if any trouble happens... Well."
>Oh thats really nice>Wait, this wont stop me from going places I want to right? I don't need a babysitter, at least most of the time.>Isn't this a bit risky for your cover?>Write in