Nicholas
It was a peaceful place, no one was present and the silence broken by nothing else but nature made it perfect fore meditation. A girl would look around in a hurry, before jumping into a lake and getting into a strange dance; a strange aura surrounding her and keeping her above the water.

As a bit of time went on, her dance became less panicked and more relaxed; gracefully spinning across the water and waving her arms in a dazzling fashion.

The league boss would sigh and finally open her eyes, looking down at the lake where she stood. Marsha grew tired of dancing and simply squatted, taking in the peace of the lake and the feel of the aura.
Deanna
``` Lost, lost and still lost!! Why do I keep wandering by myself?!```

Such a peaceful place indeed, yet the purple haired man didn't plan to get here. It was rather difficult for him to know where he was going, though he was too prideful to ask anyone his way or to inform anyone that he was blind although it would be so easy to guess it: he always got lost. You would tell yourself he had a terrible sense of direction, and perhaps it was the case, but it wasn't the main reason. 

He approached a place where he could feel the air getting cooler, the water's movements were echoing in his ears: as he couldn't see, he had a greater hearing. Where the hell was he? All that he wanted was to relax and take a break from his stressful life as an elite 4 member. 

He could've sworn someone was here, in the water. These noises weren't ones water would make if it was all calm and stable. He couldn't just stay here doing nothing, so he approached the noises, all while touching a tree that he felt next to him to direct himself towards the lake without falling into the crystal clear water. 

He had no choice but to ask them where he was, as much as it bothered him. He cleared his throat a little before talking.

"Mh, good afternoon. I apologize for bothering you but mayhaps do you know where we are currently? I am afraid I might have gotten lost after taking a walk outside by myself. I have a terrible sense of direction."
Nicholas
"WAHJOSBGHJZAAA-", Marsha loses her focus, swivelling her head towards the sound before falling into the water. Admist her nonsensical burbling while basically drowning in the lake, she threw out two pokeballs as a lucario and a volcarona come out. 

"Fuckim-", she interrupts her message by going *Ugugugshoshshz*,"Get me outta this lake!". Marsha holds out her hand as the lucario sighs and fishes her out, throwing her on solid land as the fire moth makes a weak fire dance to dry its trainer.

The league boss coughs and waringly looks up at the man through her sticky hair, "We are currently in the lake located in a forest. I'm guessing that you're actually blind", there goes her psychic sense,"I'm not exactly sure how to get out either, but the safest way is a straight walk from where you came from"
Deanna
```Something I'd rather hide away from you.```

Surprised by the sudden sound and movements, and gasps for help, Will was this close to use his ~~perhaps unexpected~~ psychic powers to get the person out of the water, however he got cut off by the two Pokemon the lady sent out to rescue her. He sighed slightly in relief as he heard that she seemed to be okay, putting a hand over his own chest as he exhaled out. 

"Ah, my. How rude of me. I apologize for scaring you, I didn't mean it!" He spoke, but as he was about to open his mouth to say something, he got cut off by the girl pointing the fact that he was blind which caused him to freeze in place a little, letting out an embarrassed kind of laugh. Was it really that easy to guess?

"Ah.. Hahaha— well! W-what makes you believe so?" He nervously questioned as he looked off to the side, playing with the end of his large sleeves. 

"Uhm! Well. I guess I can't hide it forever, can I?" He added on.

"Ah! But are you okay? You nearly drowned, perhaps you should go back to the mansion.." He said with slight concern in his voice. As extroverted as he was he always worried about other's well-being. Mayhaps it was because he could feel people's emotions and feelings so much more easily than a normal human would, a psychic he was born, with the inability to see. That was the cost of being gifted since birth. 

"Oh, uhm. Thank you for telling me the way, by the way."

He said, having such a nice voice, it sounded a little childish however he was 22, it'd be quite difficult for people to guess so. 

"Ah, my apologies! I didn't introduce myself. My name is Will, Johto's Elite 4 team member and psychic type specialist."
He proudly stated, bowing slightly at the girl before reaching a hand out over her voice to help her get up from the ground.
Nicholas
Marsha was quite the easily spooked person whenever she did her meditation, it was always the lightest squeek that would make her lose focus and tumble into the void of mental chaos. Right now, being warmed and dried into perfect levels of toast by her dear volcarona soothed the league boss from her shivers, at least for a bit.

She lets the man ramble on for a bit before peeling the hair off her face and coughing for a bit, "I uh, no problem... Will. It's nice to meet you, I think. I'm Marsha, a League Mason Boss in Stivior and one of the few psychics using aura..", she shakes the hand, widening her eyes when Will mentions him being a psychic type specialist, "That must mean you're psychic! I er, mean; you're a psychic. You don't have a cane or anything", she lets go to prevent any awkwardness, "That's a big feat, really"
Deanna
``` Uhm, uhm. The greatest psychic out there, indeed that is me!```

The psychic man was the kind of person to always be so prideful, and always be so arrogant about who he was. "*I am Will, from the Johto's Elite 4! The greatest psychic the world's known!"*, *"Until we reach zero, our power is limitless!"*, and such iconic quotes that only showed off his personality. 

However, maybe it was a façade to hide his true nature and his true identity, what he really thought on the inside: what a burden it'd be for people to be friend with a blind person, wouldn't it? Well, *At least that's how he perceived things.* 

He'd rather show off his confidence than show what he was truly thinking about since he was a kid. He never really got friends, except the Elite 4... Ah, and Karen of course, along with Grimsley. They've known each other for such a long time now, and he was grateful to have them, he wouldn't dream of better friends.

He didn't actually expect to meet another psychic during his vacation on the Island of Aces, it was quite a surprise! If anything, he gasped slightly at that sudden information before clearing his throat once again, fixing the sort of cravat / ruffle he wore around his neck. 
"Ah, another psychic I see. What a coincidence! You must be very skilled as you can use aura." He spoke in a loud manner, he always, **ALWAYS** Was so loud when he talked, perhaps was it from his habits of welcoming new challengers when they came to defy him and tried to make him and his Pokemons bite the dust.

"Ah, yes yes, indeed! I do not need such a thing, after all, who needs a cane when you've been granted with such amazing powers!"
Nicholas
Marsha never talked to people much growing up, the stuff kids and adults said were eventually just jabber when it reached her ears; maybe that's why she doesn't have that many friends. Other psychics in training were the same as her, and she respected that; but sometimes she would wish that someone would approach her, the promptly snuff that wish out.

Did Marsha even know what she was like beyond the aloof facade? Maybe she did, maybe she didn't. Not even her brother knew, only her significant other did; and more often than not Marsha would eventually forget how she acted during those times too.

"Heh, I guess I am skilled for using aura... Its a really specific and careful type of art.", she smiled wanely at Will's way of talking, it was almost like an enthusiastic kid, "Being a psychic has a lot of good stuff in store! You can do a buncha things other people can't, like navigating and everything"
Deanna
```Eh?! I am not a kid!!!```

Will was this kind of person that seemed to be younger than what they really was, he was in reality 22 years old, but no one would have guessed that: he seemed rather childish, by his height and appearance, but also by his way of acting and talking. There was a time where he once was the serious kind of teenager that you shouldn't mess with but that was a past he did not wish to remember, he learnt to leave things of the past behind: perhaps it was why he built up a shell to protect himself.

If anything as for right now, he decided to listen closely to Marsha as it was for him the only way he could get to *Identify* Her, perhaps he was hearing sounds that simple people wouldn't be able to hear but if it was the case then Will had no clue he was the only one hearing the echo of the birds Pokémon that chirped oh so far away but he could hear them very clearly with his two very ears.

"I heard it indeed was, somehow I wish I could one day witness that sight of someone using aura." He said with a little nod of his head. 

"Indeed being a psychic is only opening doors you wouldn't believe would get open to you, mh. I still think that it is interesting that every psychics have similarities yet differences. Ah let me ask you a question, what do you think about people gifted with psychic powers? I have been willing to ask this question to another psychic since a long time, so I guess I am taking the opportunity to ask you."
Nicholas
Marsha's life was full of steep steps and absurd expectations, a clear path for a psychic who also knows aura. *Mean and frightning* , Marsha would think about the mentors that would harshly tell her to do certain steps for a dance. At least she didn't lose her wacky side, although it was close.
 
She cocked her head and thought for a moment, *What do you think about people gifted with psychic powers?*. She closed her eyes and lifted up from the ground, an interesting mixture of aura and psychic energy whirling around her,"I think... They have a lot of expectations put on them. It can be a gift, but for others it can be a curse", she thought of clumsy people like her, "They are often... Thought out to be these fancy people, and it doesn't help that most psychics are molded that way by their mentors."
Deanna
```An expected yet surprising answer.```

Oh he understood just too well the feeling of being overwhelmed with expectations from the others. Himself, when he was younger, had to go through this kind of things and he knew just too well how unpleasant it was. Will was this kind of extroverted person that wasn't scared to show off his powers, *Not that he could hide them anyways*. They were only just too useful for him: moving objects only by the strength of his mind was just too helpful for a blind man like him.

There was another peculiarity: he could see the world a few seconds through his Xatu's eyes. He could choose to see the future, the past, or the present. But it would be just too sad to look into the future, and the past had to be left behind, so he preferred to take a glimpse at the present world instead, even if it was only some seconds per day, as it was making him just too tired to use his powers to this extent. 

He did feel a sudden aura of energy invading the space around him, so that was what the mix of aura and psychic power was? It was interesting, and it piqued his curiosity. He didn't really know this would actually exist but I guess one could only get to know the world better each second they lived within it. 
"I get what you mean, and you are definitely right about that. I do thank the lucky stars for this gift I've been granted with, however sometimes I wish they weren't there." 
He spoke, his voice getting calmer, perhaps because they started to tackle a subject that personally affected him but you couldn't blame him for relating to such an answer. 

"Enough talk about me! I get that I can indeed be an interesting kind of person, but I am also very curious, and my next question would be... Do you have any type specialization by any chance?"