Lindsey
** ** "`I do not have time to indulge in base mortal villainy! I am not a thief or a simple criminal, I'm Your Worst Nightmare. What could the scum of the earth possibly offer me? Though... Now that I think about it, I could really use some roaming bandits to pillage in my name.`" The shell rocks from side to side and the Spiritomb emerges, casting their surroundings in a ghostly purple light. He looks around.
** ** "`Is this where you live?`"
John
"Very perspicacious." *He turned around, tilting his hips to the side and putting his fist on one.* "If you had a poison like that, you could kill me in my sleep. You'd just have to drop it into my mouth... Or, if you wanted..." *He glared to the water emerging from where they arrived and pooling in a puddle.* "You could knock me out, and hold my head under the water until I drowned... But, you'd have to leave me there, because I might gasp later and choke up the water... Or, for someone like you, finding a waaay to vaporize me on the spot... Might be more your style..."

*There were some cadavers. Some skewered by weapons, others by moves. They hadn't fully rotted away. Most of the damage to the structure was done by Pokemon moves, such as earthquakes and various punches and slashes... Still, plants have overtaken everything. The smell of death was hardly noticable.*
Lindsey
** ** "`It almost sounds like you want me to kill you.`" Your Worst Nightmare zig-zags across the cave floor, leaving the shell sitting on the rock so that his long tail makes a jagged snaking line between it and Reaper. He looks up at the Rattata. Flat against the ground, like a shadow.
** ** "`There is death in this place.`"
John
"It wouldn't be hard," *He said, turning back around.* It must be nice to lie flat against the ground like that. *He pointed to the side, at an impaled Wobuffet.* "You could just stab me, too."

*He looks back to Your for a moment, eyes glancing upon a Flygon cadaver pinned to the ceiling.* "It's kind of lonely, but it's mine. A lot of villainy was brewed here." *He turned away.* "Never saw any of it myself."
Lindsey
** ** "`Whose?`" He moves in a tight corkscrew around Reaper, spiralling up and around so that his long tail fences the Rattata in. When the two are at eye level he stops and rests there. Like a coiled snake. "`I have decided not to kill you. Yet. Which I'm telling you so that you can say thank you.`"
John
*The Rattata- well, he had no choice but to stop, no? He put his sword down and settled it against a rock, brushing water from his fur and suit.* It's so cold... "Hoh. For not killing me?" *He turned his head to the side, playfully retorting,* "I'm a little bit disappointed you didn't even try. But, I'm not a fan of killing either. ..." *He lurched back.* "If I just said thank you, it really wouldn't matter, because anyone could say thank you, even if they didn't mean it, right?"