[Mizar Manor is ancient, a big gothic mausoleum of a house pulling double duty as local gym and funeral parlor- an odd combination, to say the least, but one that seems intuitive to Ghost-type specialists and has persisted since long before Vasarely's father left his country behind to marry a foreign woman with a gentle voice and a knack for channeling spirits. The two sides of the business have separate, clearly-labeled entrances to avoid unfortunate mishaps, but it's not uncommon for gym trainers to work in both halves of the house.]
[Vasarely was rumored to have once said that anyone who couldn't do the solemn, patient work of caring for the dead would never truly understand the full potential of Ghost-type pokemon.]
[Myrrh is making a beeline for the main gym area, going just slowly enough that Tanith won't fall too far behind, but clearly impatient.]
[The door it stops at is sealed off with yellow crime scene tape.]
[The moan of the wind outside is abruptly audible near the marked door, no longer muffled by the thick walls of the manor like it should be.]
[There's no mistaking what room this must be- what must have happened in this room. Police and paramedics have long since come and gone, closing off the room in the wake of recent tragedy. But the door doesn't seem to be locked...]
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[Mizar Manor is ancient, a big gothic mausoleum of a house pulling double duty as local gym and funeral parlor- an odd combination, to say the least, but one that seems intuitive to Ghost-type specialists and has persisted since long before Vasarely's father left his country behind to marry a foreign woman with a gentle voice and a knack for channeling spirits. The two sides of the business have separate, clearly-labeled entrances to avoid unfortunate mishaps, but it's not uncommon for gym trainers to work in both halves of the house.]
[Vasarely was rumored to have once said that anyone who couldn't do the solemn, patient work of caring for the dead would never truly understand the full potential of Ghost-type pokemon.]
[Myrrh is making a beeline for the main gym area, going just slowly enough that Tanith won't fall too far behind, but clearly impatient.]
[The door it stops at is sealed off with yellow crime scene tape.]
[The moan of the wind outside is abruptly audible near the marked door, no longer muffled by the thick walls of the manor like it should be.]
[There's no mistaking what room this must be- what must have happened in this room. Police and paramedics have long since come and gone, closing off the room in the wake of recent tragedy. But the door doesn't seem to be locked...]