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Continuing out on her own, Nikki made her way through the streets of town and rather far away from the group. She didn't need any of the others getting in her way, after all. Darkfeather ruffled his feathers as he looked around while remaining perched on his trainer's shoulder. It was said that Pokemon were in tune with forces beyond what humans could sense. He could tell there were ghosts around, yet he didn't seem all that perturbed.

Eventually Nikki's wandering led her to a graveyard. She paused and peered at it from the road for a moment. It was a bit cliche, but if there was a place to find ghosts, it would be there. She she moved to go through the gate, Darkfeather clacked his beak in warning. It was his way of telling her to be careful. However, she knew that if he felt it was too dangerous he would let her know.

Claris' searching would uncover a worn doll buried in a pale blanket. Its vacant eyes were coated in a thin layer of dust, giving it an eerie corpse-like look.

Inspecting the doll wouldn't turn up any results. Aside from being a bit on the creepy side it seemed pretty unremarkable. As soon as he set it back down, however, it floated slowly upward. A moment later a pair of purple disembodied hands appeared clutching the doll, followed by a face and a body. Claris found himself confronted with a large haunter that didn't look very happy about having his room or anything in it disturbed.

"Haun haauntarrrr!" It shrieked, clinging to the shabby doll.

His short comments caught her a bit off guard, mainly because of the fact that he seemed so keen on getting to know her just moments before. Now, now it simply felt like he was brushing her off, though she tried to push that idea aside in her mind. Had that been the case, she rationalize, he would have picked someone else.

Yet, at his last comment, both she and Senka narrowed their eyes in thought, before he answered their question. The battery comment was merely to involve his pokemon, a heavy Beldum that floated silently before them. Nadali starred at it for a long moment, silenced by its presence, before grabbing her pokedex and flipping it open.

With a quick push of the button, she recorded the data for the pokemon and pushed her pokedex closed. Easy enough, she figured.

When that was done, the new grunt was given quite the surprise. Business didn't quite describe the show that 1337 gave, for Nadali was more intrigued by his strange gestures than the words that he really said. Of course, she still listened to what he thought was a good plan (and of course she couldn't argue against his logic), but she only could wonder just why his fingers moved like that.

When he asked his last question, however, her eyes darted away from his hands and straight to where his eyes would have been, had there not been a metal plate covering them. At the exact same moment, Senka narrowed her own eyes at the Beldum, appearing irritated and disinterested in the metal pokemon and its unwavering stare. Both girls took on the same irritated look, lips pursed and eyes narrowed, before Nadali took charge.

"Look...I love the plan, but let's get something straight. If we are to work together, I do love the fact that you can figure this stuff out. However, if you want us as a team to help you, you must understand that Senka will refuse to do anything unless you show a pinch of respect. So for her sake, let's not assume she'll do anything, aye?"

"Oh, and...Chatspeak...it's Nadali."

The steel-type Pokemon, once content with the analysis it had done of the Pichu, floated itself closer to the ground again. The Beldum then sent out a small magnetic pulse directed towards its trainer, which thanks to 1337's visor, was translated into binary which appeared on the interior screen before the grunt's eyes. For a moment, the man was distracted by this sequence of 0s and 1s, and he mentally deciphered the meaning of the binary code. It seemed like PWN'D agreed with the other agent.

Bringing up his left hand towards his forehead, he chuckled a bit. "Oh, I'm sorry about that! I forget that some Pokemon have much more emotion than others." His choices in Pokemon were usually selected for their abilities with machinery more than anything else, and his Beldum was no exception. Moving his finger away from his head, he reached into the same pouch he had pulled the Beldum's Pokeball from and pulled out a Pokeblock dispenser. Flicking one piece of the candy out into his hand, he held it towards the one shoulder of Nadali's that was furthest from the electric rodent.

"I apologize for my word choice earlier. I don't expect you to respect me, but I would appreciate professionalism in regards to this mission. In the same manner, I will be as professional as I can be to you in regards to this mission." If anything, his apology was faulty, but about the furthest extent he'd probably go to making anything work. If a Pokemon didn't cooperate in the mission, it more reflected its inability to take commands from its own trainer rather than holding a grudge against a person who normally shouldn't have control of the Pokemon anyways.

He didn't move his head, but his eyes did go to Nadali's face (though it wasn't like she'd be able to tell due to the visor). "Better, Nadali?" he asked, as if he was a child being told to apologize.

Sierra leaned over, peeking around the corner of a building before proceeding. Up above, Celeste still wheeled and soared, her sharp eyes scanning the ground for any sign of movement that might alert the pair two the appearance of a ghost Pokemon. The human slipped into the deserted alleyway, unsure of whether to be relieved or disappointed at finding nothing.

No, wait, she was here for a reason afterall. If she kept avoiding the issue of fighting and capturing the ghost types, even if she was at a disadvantage, the problem wouldn't simply go away. She reached up to tuck her long stands of black hair behind her ears, then had a better idea. Best to keep it all out of the way while on a mission. So, she paused in the alley to tie her long hair back.

She may never have noticed anything was amiss...if not for the low, menacing 'heh heh' chuckle from behind her head that suddenly sent chills down her spine. Sierra whirled around, her foot catching on a discarded cardboard box of trash as she hurriedly backpedaled. She let out an involuntary squeak, cut off as she hit the ground and scrambled backwards. The grinning Gastly, only half visible through the wall he was peeking from, cackled at her plight before drifting into full view.

Before Sierra could think to react further, a shrill shriek cut through the air and the wind began whirling through the alleyway. The wind was creating mini whirlwinds in the enclosed space, picking up dust and debris in the process. A brownish streak swooped between Sierra and the Gastly, and as it slowed, the sight surprised the Rocket much more than the sudden winds had. Celeste?!?

Eyes flashing, the Pidgey flapped her wings to stir up another Gust Attack and send it towards her foe. The female Pokemon hadn't hesitated at the sight of her human in danger, diving to place herself in the midst of battle if it would protect Sierra.

The Rocket was too shocked to react at first. Was this the same docile little Pidgey that perched on her shoulder and cooed while nuzzling her cheek? Not that it could be any other. Still, for a small Pokemon, Sierra had to admit, Celeste had a lot of power behind those little wings.

Unfortunately, little Celeste's fury could only do so much at this point. The Gastly had braced itself well against the pounding winds and seemed to be charging up for some sort of attack of its own. Sierra shook herself out of her stupor, quickly scrambling to her feet. "Celeste! Give it a good Sand Attack! If it can't see us, it can't hit us!"

Trilling high and sharp to signal she heard and understood, Celeste shifted her attack, dropping lower to sweep her wing along the ground. The dirt and sand stirred up followed along in the bird's wake. Celeste dropped further, coming to a quick landing, then flapping her wings forwards to throw the whipping sand and wind at the glowing ghost Pokemon.

His partner eyed the Haunter as it came closer and shuddered violently when the tongue touched 'its' form. While the attack did minimal damage it was the fact that it carried a high tendency of paralyzing, that caused Azra to shudder. Fortunately, this time 'it' had been lucky and the only visible glowing blue eye seemed to narrow in anger.

"Azra..."

Claris didn't need to finish the command as Azra brought a claw to lightly tap on the ground in front of the haunter before pointing at the cradle frantically, as if something bad had happened to it while the Haunter had been distracted. This was a set-up for the Faint Attack move, but Azra made no indication of it. 'It' really just seemed to want the Haunter to look at the cradle so the Ghost could do something about whatever 'Misfortune' had befallen it.

((Since the Haunter took the bait I'm going to ahead and make the attack hit since it's technically a 'No Miss'. I did look it up first to see how it worked in the show, hence the distraction XD.))

As the Haunter looked away Azras eye gleamed and 'its' claws came up with a great deal of malice. The Haunter and taken the bait and that would prove to be folly. It was also bad news for the Haunter due to the type disadvantage of Azras attack. The slash was followed up with a savage growl as a red and white orb flew through the air towards the Haunter.

Claris had hoped the single Faint Attack would do enough damage to put the Haunter into the majorly hurting zone. This would also probably be his best chance to catch the Pokemon. Had Azra successfully dropped the Haunter into a critical range, it was likely to run and if it did not it was not likely to take another hit. Beside that, the element of surprise was now his and he would not waste it.