"I'm Oya Yurani. And this is Kiano," Oya replied, holding up her staff with the pink ferret Pokemon curled around it. As she shook Del's hand she realized it was very cold and she withdrew as soon as possible. "So... What powers do you have? Your skin can't be that pale naturally." She twisted her mouth into a wry smile. "Ghost powers?"
*oh, close, but no cigar... HEY! My skin isn't that pale! I just spend time in daark places...*
*Whatever... but do you see that Furret? I could probably sell it's hide for a high price...*
*NO! I will not have you killing an innocent pokemon... especially one that belongs to a teammate.*
*You take out all the fun.*
Gama withdrew Del's hand (getting a little confusing, no?), and held it out to his side.
"Hmmm... I guess I could give you an example of my power for now." Gama moaned, flexing his hand, and preparing it for the weight that would soon be in it. He invisioned the weapon in his mind. A great white axe, completed with a wooden handle. "AXE!", he screamed, closing his hand. But the fingers never met the palm. THey were wrapped around a solid white, wooden handle. So white it might have been painted (but it was completely natural). Sprouting from the long handle was a great axe head. The edge was blunt and perfect for smashing.
"Don't get worried. That's not all I do... but I don't want to blow up this jet, now do I?" Gama said, chortling at the end.
*Not just yet, anyway*