Gengar's smile widens at Harley's compliment, but it quickly turns upside down when he catches Caspar looking at him. He gives the Cylon the middle finger with both hands. Suck it, robot man!

"One of Jeff's pokémon," Caspar tells Harley in a tired aside. "He's a real charmer. The other two stayed with his body on... crap, I don't know where we were." Could this night get any weirder? He's not sure it's possible. He drags a hand across his face, not wanting to get side-tracked into a morality discussion. "That little girl is one of Nyarlahotep's disciples. You want the job done? Then talk to Adia. She has something that can help."

He looks over at his girl, who is still staring at the festival ruins, as if in a trance. He nudges her gently and she blinks, coming back to herself. "Oh, um... well, it's a long story, but one of Nyarlahotep's disciples, Jeff, had a change of heart. He'd... he'd been stalking me for a while, pretending he was my friend... but in the end, he didn't want Nyarlahotep taking over the Nexus, so he found the coordinates for a legendary pokémon temple. Arceus, the... well, he's a god, too, I suppose. A god of time and creation. He blessed me with this scythe. It absorbs the souls of Nyarlahotep's three disciples, and then it can be used to stop Nyarlahotep himself."

She tilts the staff so that Katsuya can get a good look at the three gems just underneath the blade. Two are dull, but the one in the middle shines bright. "That's... um. That's Jeff in the middle there. He died saving me and Caspar from that girl. I... I didn't have to kill him to get his soul, I just... concentrated on him..."

Caspar frowns, but says nothing. He knows it won't likely be as easy for the other two.