Adding  Kirlia Ceruledge and added Spaz's other two as well so just need 10 more If I have to I'll randomize 10 Mons and throw them in there but will wait a couple days

Ok so in order to get some variation i'll add 2 non-grass pokemon: - Ampharos - Sentret

One of Jacklyn’s friends was staring at Quinn, and so Quinn stared back in kind. She challenged Quinn’s ethereal nature in a manner slightly different than most, but Quinn was undeterred. “Have you heard the old stories?” Quinn said. “‘There once were Pokémon that became very close to humans. There once were humans and Pokémon that ate together at the same table.’” Quinn’s recitation was rote, but he made sure to put extra emphasis on the last of the triptych: “‘It was a time when there existed no differences to distinguish the two.’” She could not help but smile. “Apologies, but I am from Sinnoh. Perhaps you simply have a different way of looking at things.” It continued staring. There was a tradition, of course, for two Pokémon trainers who locked eyes to do battle, though the woman was not immediately more hostile than any other of the doubters that had come before her. Quinn supposed it was their job to ask the question, then. “If we are not friends, and we are not enemies, unaligned so much as to even barely acknowledge each other’s physical natures, I suppose we must then fall back on the universal customs of the age. Though I would prefer a reciprocated introduction, or, failing that, a moment of respite to recover from earlier conflict, I am for you all the same.” Just from the shift in grip from Cassiopeia’s hand on hers, Quinn could tell that she was ready, and though their relative familiarity with Pisces was low, Quinn was sure that he was up for anything. Normandie was likely still exhausted, but would participate if asked. Whatever the woman decided to do, Quinn would be ready for it. But before things could progress further, one of the other members of the encounter broke the tension with a food offering, and only then did Quinn realize how long it had been since Quinn had eaten. Ghosts did not eat much as a rule, and the harrowing descension of the lighthouse had left Quinn with little appetite, but Quinn did envision both faer parents and doctor worrying about zir, so he resolved to take the opportunity they were given. “Of course ghosts eat,” Quinn said. “Why would people leave offerings in graveyards if they were not to be consumed?”