<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/rneEhUU.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Abel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>S.S Radiant Entrance<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Welcome to Spooktown<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ooen, Mystery Misdreavus<br/><hr/><br/>Abel could only blink, not quite expecting the straight answer he got, even if it was giggled out in a way. Well, at least he could definitely confirm he was dealing with a fellow Ghost type. They didn't go for a direct attack like before either, so trying to ambush th- "Hey, come on, I JUST said not the hair...!" the Jellicent gijinka grumbled, tugging his head forward to remove his hair from the clutches of the deviant that dare touch it. Turning around to catch sight of his assailant, once more there was nothing... This was gonna be a long day.<br/><br/>Taking one step, and then another forward, the clicking of a light was heard, before a sudden burst of fire helped to illuminate the place... Well, for starters, it definitely didn't look like a cozy and hospitable room. On the other hand, it felt worth exploring nonetheless, and that excitement alone allowed Abel to feel like he couldn't wait to explore more of the ship... Once his current woes were dealt with, anyway.<br/><br/>Mareanie and Klefki, unlike their erstwhile owner, could see the assailant clear as day, though Klefki made no effort to warn Abel. His life wasn't in any danger, it seemed... Just his dignity maybe. Mareanie, however, did attempt to tug on his pants leg to warn the male...<br/><br/>"Not now, I think I might be on to something." Abel spoke in a hushed voice, waving his hand to dissuade Mareanie from continuing to tug. With a flat look, she simply sighed and shrugged, letting Abel's hair continue to be victimized by his newfound 'friend'.