A somewhat longer drabble, and the equal but opposite to Marshal's earlier Fighting-type brawl drabble :)
Drabble 15: Melody
"Now take a deep breath, let your mind open like a blossom, let the world fall away like orange peels..."
Shauntal wanted to laugh at the orange peels part, but she knew Agatha was serious. You didn't question the Ghost-type Elite of Kanto. She and the other famous Ghost users of the world had gathered at the top of Mt. Pyre to hone their spiritual senses. Morty was already in intense meditation, though occasionally his foot twitched. Phoebe was slowly dancing about in a trance-like state, a serene smile on her face. Fantina, her purple hair loosed for this occasion and wearing a plain black gown, clasped her hands and was muttering something in French very rapidly. Agatha herself stood at the base of the shrine, her short stature no less intimidating. A soft melody drifted around them, the voices of priestesses of the shrine calling to the afterlife.
Shauntal had looked forward to the trip (she thought the spirituality would inspire her in some way, whether though divinity or practical observation). But this just felt...awkward. Although she loved Ghost-types, she had never been a highly spiritual person. Sure she enjoyed writing about supernatural events and magical creatures and even spirits, but she had never seriously pondered the meaning of life after death. She didn't need to. Obviously there was life after death, or there wouldn't be Ghost-types. She supposed she should think more on such things, for story ideas if nothing else...
She sat as still as possible, hoping that she looked like someone legitimately connecting to the spirit world. That was the other thing: she had no supernatural senses whatsoever. She had never seen a spirit that hadn't purposefully and obviously shown itself to her (her first encounter with her Golurk at Dragonspiral Tower had scared the daylights out of her, in fact). Shauntal didn't exactly consider herself a material person, but she felt sorely out of place in this magical congregation.
So Shauntal tried doing what she normally did: daydreaming. She liked zoning out, and needed to do it a lot in order to come up with her stories. She let her mind wander, and it went over various scenarios, including one that she had at least 20 versions of because she couldn't decide how to do that one important event. That other story she needed to start working on again soon if she was still stuck on the main one. That other other story she had been meaning to work on forever, but needed to finish other things up first. Various vague story ideas, little and big. Then back to yet another version of that important scene that was bugging her. She wondered how Marshal was doing...
Poor Marshal...he would have to spend a week without her around. She hoped he wasn't moping around too much. She kinda wished he was here, so she would feel less out of place...of course he would be bored out of his mind so that probably wouldn't be fair...But she still wanted him here, even if all he did was give her a great big hug and kiss and...she probably shouldn't be thinking of this kind of thing while she was trying to be spiritual and stuff...
This was the first day of her enlightenment trip, and already she couldn't stop thinking about him. It was going to be a long week...
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It occurred to me that Shauntal doesn't have the supernatural vibe that most of the other Ghost-type users have, so she would be out of place in a gathering like this XD.