James
`a cold treat for a warm heart`

The young ghost trainer had been on the island for sometime now, so far she had managed to busy herself with her pokemon and the various sights that the island had to offer. She didn't often get the chance to leave her posts back in Alola and being as young as she was she rarely got the chance to travel across the regions. Seeing that invitation pop up in her letter box was a pleasant surprise to say for the least. She had a big smile on her face, the usual one she kept on. She was an odd child for sure! She was always acting like a big sister at any given opportunity. Sometimes she forgot what it was like to be able to sit down and properly enjoy time for her to be her! An ambitious kid.  

 The only places she really felt like she could properly stir up trouble and mayhem was when she would lurk around the abandoned pitiful buildings off in Ula'ula island. She always tried her best! She really did. Trying her best was all she could ever imagine doing. She was sure that her dad would be up in the clouds somewhere watching her from afar. She could feel his ghost with her, her entire families ghosts standing by her side when she was alone. Maybe thats why she spent her free time alone... Without a doubt it wasn't hard for her to walk up to people and try making conversations and small talk! She did it all the time at the orphanage but even so, as much as friends and foes she could make she would always find comfort in silence. 
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For a kid without parents, she was quite optimistic. Like usual, her mimikyuu was out of its ball and was cuddled up in the safety of her arms as she finally made an entrance into the ice cream parlour. The Alola region was always hot. The sun was always shining up high in the air, some days the heat was so bad that she'd reluctantly go over to Uncle Nanus Hut knowing very well that he'd have an ice cold drink somewhere in his house. To say for the least, she really liked having sweet cold things and ice cream was the best of all. She was still a kid and sometimes she couldn't help herself! It was only natural that she'd want to come here. Ice cream was perfect for any occasion! It was great to have with friends, it was great to have when you were feeling alone, it was great to have out in the sun and for the more risky of the bunch; it was great to have out in the cold.  

 She skipped up towards the counter, gently placing her ghost type pokemon on the ground before clasping her hands behind her back and subconsciously swung back and fourth atop of the balls of her feet. "If its alright with you sir, may I please have blueberry and cream ice cream?" She keenly asked the ice cream server, sliding over her poke coins before retrieving the cold treat moments later, the man wishing her a good day as she went off on her way again. She was about to look for a place to sit till she realised that her mimikyuu had ran off! It wasn't like the ghost typo to suddenly turn and make an exist especially without any warning so you could only imagine how panicked she must have been!  

Acerola let out a quiet gasp, quickly looking back and fourth. Her mimikyuu however, had taken an interest in a certain young boy sitting isolated at the back of the parlour and had sheepishly made its why by his table. The mimikyuu looked up at the young trainer, its head curiously slopping to the side.   
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"Patches? Patches! Where did you run off to?" The purple haired trainer muttered underneath her breath. She was sure he'd come back eventually! *Right?*
Larry
As he ate his frozen treat, Allister yawned a bit, trying his best to stay awake. How could one simultaneously be half asleep, and enjoying ice cream? The combination didn't make any sense to him, and yet he'd somehow managed to achieve it. As he ate, sever times, a member of his team would wander out into the open to bother him. This wasn't rare for the boy, as ghost types were prone to bother people whenever food was involved. Or toys, or really anything. It was in their nature, he supposed, and it didn't bother the boy. The thing he did mind was when they talked to him, and he would reply as anyone would when a conversation sparked. That wasn't the part he disliked. The part he hated was the looks of contempt other people would give him.
*"Mr. Allister..."* As that was the nickname they had all given him. Cute, though he wished they would all just go on a first name basis. And yes, he tried asking, but they never changed their ways. *"Do you think one of these days, you'd share that ice cream with us?"*
"Mmm... Y-you know the rules, Empress." And indeed it did, as any time they were given more freedom Allister's team would jump at the chance to cause trouble for others. He didn't hate when it happened, in fact, it brought him joy! But a possessed ice cream cone floating around to attack people was grounds for a lawsuit.

*"Mr. Allister?"* This time, Star asked. As the cursola shuffled over, it bobbed back and forth, before reaching out for the ice cream, and was denied. "W-why do you all love ice c-cream so much?" Allister said. And star just looked at him, swayed some more, and then disappeared. By now, people were starting to give him weird looks, with one even trying to take a photo of him. An act Allister openly discouraged by turning around. Ask first, is it that hard?

After a while, he was almost left alone when, you guessed it, another ghost popped out. This time, it was moon, and Allister was having none of it. *"Mr-"*
"No." He scooted back, giving her a cheeky grin as she tried to get a bite. Didn't work of course, but it was funny to watch. Moon gave a frustrated huff, before taking a cheap shot at his face, though the attack missed by a considerable amount. As there was a common rule in this world. People feared but respected ghost pokemon, and ghosts respected and feared Allister. 
*"Mimikyu."* Moon eventually said, after a few failed tries to steal some ice cream.
"I-I know you're a mimikyu-"
*"Mimikyu!"* She repeated. The hand under her disguise shifted, before pointing at what she meant. Allister turned to see that, indeed there was another mimikyu. This one slightly different in color and scale than Moon. Had he seen such a thing before? No, he would remember that, but why did it look at him with such a face. 
*"Patches? Patches! Where did you run off to?"* He heard the voice of a girl call on the other side of the shop. Smiling, Allister reached down and lifted the mimikyu onto the table, since he wanted a better look at this thing.
*'P-Patches? That w-what she called you?'* He wondered. A little curious, Allister gave "Patches" A poke on the nose, seeing how it would react. Moon, curious as well, wandered on over to see what all the buzz was about. "..." He gave it a shrug, as if to say, "Don't ask me." And he honestly didn't know. Maybe he could coheres them into talking with his... Gift?

"H-hullo?" Allister asked, tipping his head down to look at the ghost. "I-is that your name? Well, i-it's nice to meet you." He always found it easier to talk to the dead, and this time was no exception. "I-is the girl over their your trainer?" Again, he got little to no actual reply, just some random noises and words, like that was any help. "M-m'kay." Allister sighed a little, giving the new mimikyu a pat on the head before returning to his ice cream.
James
`I really only have my cute pokemon thank`

The nature of ghost pokemon where so very odd and intriguing that was for sure. She always found herself drawn to them. It was their mischievous behaviour that made her enjoy their presence. Not all ghosts were the same! Most of the pokemon on her team were quiet and kind. They were very sweet to sit around with and they never did seem to make a fuss. However she has had her few run-ins with pokemon that were very pushy and mischievous. They seemed to be playful spirits and always had to have things done their way. Sometimes she could have sworn that she could hear what the pokemon were saying. Maybe it was her just making things up but she seemed to understand her pokemon and they seemed to understand her so that would be all that she'd need.   

Acerola really was like a ghost child. Despite her witchy-gremlin aesthetics, most people didn't even know she was in the room. Either she was too short, or she really wasn't there. Though she seemed to be bouncy and energetic it was hard for people to pay much attention to her. When she took Nanus place in the Alolan elite four it felt as if she just came out of nowhere. As if this jabbering child simply spawned with great talents and abilities and was there to push her way past any other challenger. It was a wonder, a wonder indeed. She wasn't sure whether she should have been proud of herself or more ashamed if anything. Out of all Alolas elite four members, she was less spoken off. They probably didn't know who she was! *Or she was just being ignored... It was probably because she was young.* 
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She wasn't hopeless when it came to socialising. For goodness sake, she reads stories and novels with all kind of wonder and magic to the kids in the orphanage. Even then she never really felt like she was there. She liked to pretend she was some good spirit that would come by and breathe hopes and dreams to saddened children! *Was she really a good spirit if she though of herself like that?* She was a kid with a dream. She was going to make as much as people as she could smile just like her dad did! Her dad would call her that when she was younger. *Surely that couldn't be so wrong right?* Gah Acerola always did try her best.  

Acerolas mimikyuu was certainly different. It even seemed to be wearing a hibiscus on its ear! (Though, it was quite wilted and the colours were quite dull. The flower clearly had seen better days... Or was it part of the pokemon?). It wasn't often that it would go off and try to socialise with strangers. Patches was possibly one of the most shyest pokemon on her team but its force was impeccable! The quite ones are always the power house in battles it seemed.It let out a gentle twitter, flopping its head upright again before turning to look at the other mimikyu out of good intentions of course.   

It was only a matter of time till she locked eyes with her mimikyu which seemed to be bothering an isolated young boy. He looked her age! Maybe even younger? Her mouth formed into that iconic O-shape as she let out a gasp, awkwardly ushering forward scooping up the pokemon in her arms. "Patches! You silly little mimikyu what did we say about wandering away? You could have gotten hurt you could have caused trouble you could have bothered someone-" She stopped scolding the mimikyu for a moment, patches giving her a chilling lick on the cheek which made her shiver. She almost forgot to apologise! How rude of her.  
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Acerola cleared her throat slightly, cuddling the pokemon close to her chest not minding the fact that it was absentmindedly licking her purple ice cream. "Oh oh oH I am so so so sorry little mister! It isn't like patches to suddenly run off uuuu I hope he didn't bother you." She chirped with a sorry smile before her own two purple orbs sparkled slightly at the sight of the other boys ghost pokemon. *Could it be?* He had to be a fellow ghost trainer! "AhHH look we both have mimikyus! I mean- I'm sure you already noticed that eeheh 'nd all but... Wow thats so cool thats super cool I haven't seen another trainer that has ghost type pokemon! Asides me of course ahah! I hope I'm not .. I'm not bothering you oh my-" She gave him another apologetic chuckle. *She sure was quite the talker.*