With a heavy sigh, it was a little dissapointing to be sitting in this place... or rather standing in her case in this moment with nothing more to do than waste her time and energy. "-flooooooooon~" A sound made her pause, her icy blue orbs glaring. She knew exactly what she heard, but she knew it wasn't an easy task to find a Pokemon like Drifloon either. This Pokemon was known for being an evasive, airbourne kite of a Pokemon. Kite being used in the sense that it tended to stay away while using ranged attacks to avoid being hit, but she had the advantage. No Pokemon could escape Ares and Claribel with their prowess in locking down an enemy. They had this all set in stone, and all that was left was for them to come at this in the best way possible; head on.

Out came her Kirlia, twirling about in a grand entrance for a moment with eyes shut. After the light spin had ceased, the psychic Pokemon's eyes opened and locked immediately onto the location of the Drifloon. It had been making its way towards the two, which only made their job easier. "Give it no time, Ares. We're in it for the knockout." A stern and rather effort adding comment had almost caught the Kirlia off guard if not for him being used to the way she got when the job was involved. "Just keep a Calm Mind for now. We'll strike when it's time." The exorcist noted, nodding along before closing his eyes to begin a light meditative stance. His body begun to shine dimly from the energy flowing around him while it seemed the Ghost pokemon was clueless to what was about to happen. It seemed excited, as though it were playing around, but with the rumors she knew of what Drifloon do, she cared to not take chances to leave a pokemon like that around a place where it could have access to children at any given moment. "Now." With the timing placed, Ares' eyes shot open, glowing pink and forcing the Drifloon to stop moving entirely. "Down, then Disarming Voice. If it's leftover, we'll finish it with another Psychic." She stated. A burst of energy forced the Drifloon into the floorboards before a loud cry boomed through the room, blasting it back and then up into the air, where it floated up through the burnt boards above and into the sky, possibly running away to it's normal home. "Good work, Ares. Let's scope the place out for any other ghost Pokemon." The brunette began to move past her Pokemon, though he had to use his own telekinetic ability to make him float to keep up with her pace. After all, he was too big to be carried now in this evolution, and soon he'll be able to move freely. He just hoped she wouldn't force him to become a Gardevoir to suit her need to crack trap jokes.

The exorcist and her companion continued their way through the tower. They weren't so sure if they could really find a place from which they wouldn't have to worry about ghost Pokemon showing up, but where there's one, there could always be more. Her work experience taught her that in the harshest of ways. It brought her back to when she first began her walks through Mt. Pyre and happened upon a ghastly floating about the place. She knew that Ghastly hanging about were nothing but trouble in the building as normally only Duskull and Shuppet had been known to live there, but the migration and wandering of ghosts always happened to rile up the whole area around the mountain. In confronting the foreign pokemon, they had been ambushed by multiple Gengar and Haunter, surrounded and those much stronger than her Ralts had been then. If not for an elder of the group checking in on her, there was no telling what could have become of the Kirlia traveling with Claribel.

Now, there wasn't much that could stop them. They were far from the best, but they weren't the pair of amateurs that used to take little patrol routes. The Kirlia suddenly leaped out before his trainer and cut off their walking. "Pokemon up ahead, Ms. Claribel. Don't get much closer." His eyes glared down at the Gulpin not too far away. The brunette laughed aloud a little and shrugged off the warning. "The poison type squish ball? That gorging little thing is what you warned me about? I get you're like a 50/50 on those types cause you're a 'precious little fairy' 'n all, but like.. for real? Just beats it's face in and call it a day. You're turning this into a real drag." Waving her hand about next to her as it was partially raised up, Claribel had given Ares the green light to battle with no holding back. Nodding, the psychic Pokemon had lifted the Gulpin off of the ground before throwing it aside against the wall. The little squishy pokemon laughed and shouted "Encore, encore!" loudly, giving both Claribel and Ares a large animated sweat drop of disappointment. "Total death wish..." They spoke out in sync. Doing just as th Gulpin wanted, she watched it being lifted up once more and then a burst of Psychic energy force it against the ground, laying upside down, unconscious. "What a waste of time..." With a sigh, the brunette brushed her bangs aside and walked away, letting Ares start to follow in tow once again.

Well didn't this just seem all too familiar? The room ahead looked to be sauna. It was filled with a thin looking white smoke akin to steam, but there was nowhere near enough heat around to build up steam. No ghost Pokemon could do anything of the sort, but she had her ideas on what it was that had been making that smoke. "I swear, if this is another Torkoal, I'm going to K.O. it myself. Tired of these stupid turtles in this-" "It's a Torkoal." Ares interrupted, having entered the room while his trainer was making her way into the room. "Son of a- EEP!" Claribel suddenly leaped out of the way, tucking into a roll before she landed on her feet. The Torkoal and seemed to be a little more territorial than either of the two had realized. "Joy... Effort."

Emerging next from the room was a slightly burned Kirlia, the mark plain as day on his chest. Nothing that some rest and a healing at a Center won't cure, but the psychic Pokemon was now pissed. "Just know you ain't getting the stone just for a small burn. Suck it up and just kick its ass." Standing up and folding her arms at her chest, she eyed her partner before he had taken his anger to a Calm Mind. With a quick breath in and out, Ares felt his focus shifting to the proper mediums and with it, a quick and vicious Psychic struck the Torkoal, throwing it into a partial column. A sudden rush of purple smoke began to bellow its way towards the Kirlia, but it began to quickly expand as well. "Ms. Claribel! Don't breath it in!" He forewarned, Teleporting out of the way from the Smog attack and reappearing beside it. With another quick Psychic, the Torkoal was thrown back into his own room, legt on the top of his shell for him to worry about recovering from. "I'm done here." His harsh words only made the exorcist shrug, placing her hands back behind her head with her fingers laced between one another and starting to make for the exit. "I'm ok with that. Better yet, just teleport us to the Pokemon center. Less chances to have to encounter something and get you more pissed than you already are." Her suggestion made him pause for a moment. A lazy AND good idea in one? Huh... rare, even for Claribel. Usually her lazy ideas were sarcastic or serious, but for it to be a worthwhile idea, he gladly grabbed the garb of his trainer and teleported the two of them out.