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Old 10-07-2017, 03:31 PM   #1
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Pumpkaboo Le Marécage Noir: Trick for Treats, Halloween Event

LMN Halloween Mini-Event

That time of year approaches, that time of year that all the residents of the La Ville des Farceurs et Voleurs, The City of Jesters and Thieves, look forward to with childish delight. The whole city has become enthralled by holiday spirit, the Pumpkaboo migration signals the coming of winter but also a time for celebration. The strange city has a tradition a bit different to the one you might be familiar. Instead of children filling the streets, concealed by costumes and filling their bellies with candy, they have twisted this to create an entertaining spectacle for the residents of the city. Trainer's traveling through the area are called upon to dress their Pokemon and themselves up and put on displays for the townsfolk. Additionally it helps to keep the traveling Pumpkaboos entertained, so that they don't cause too much havoc in the city before moving on to their final destination. Trainers are rewarded not only by the smiles on the face of child and adult alike, they are gifted treats, sweet morsels that their Pokemon crave. The better the display, the more treats they receive.

In order to help trainers prepare for the night the culminates the festival, a helpful community group has set up supplies in an old church turned community hall. Dozens of Pumpkaboos roost around and atop the building, they were quiet during the day but at night they illuminate the city as they explore and revel in the exciting atmosphere the city produces. Upon entering the building, trainers will find one side is filled with crafting supplies, just about everything one would need to create a couple of costumes. There are tables set up with sewing machines, there are even a couple of old ladies hanging around, willing to lend you assistance with the machines or give you a few tips. The other side of the building is left clear, providing ample room for trainers to practice their displays with their Pokemon.


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Welcome to the LMN Halloween mini-event, with Deo's permission, Naru and myself will be running this little event for everyone 'who currently has an active adventure in the LMN Zone.'At the request of the mods, this event is being done in its own thread in order to prevent clutter in the zone thread, all replies are to be made here and once the event is done we will link it back into the zone.

Somewhat akin to how trick or treating is done in our world, trainers will be required to create a costume for themselves and their Pokemon and then practice a 3 move display/trick to impress the residents of LMN. You will submit one post and receive one update (on Halloween). Your post must contain two things:

1. Costume: You and your Pokemon are obviously going to need costumes. Luckily the city has provided everything you could ever need to make a costume out of (within reason obviously). The only limit to your costume is your ability to describe it. No theme, you are free to make reference to Pokemon world things, as well as real world things, we will mostly be looking at description and RP quality, as well as creativity.

2. Display/Trick: The residents of LMN look forward to seeing the potential of your Pokemon, so it is necessary for you to put together a short display to show your Pokemon's talents. This display can consist of up to 3 moves, once again keep it reasonable but your description and RP quality is going to determine how well the display goes. Take time to practice it with your Pokemon, you don't want to try it for the first time on the night and have it not turn out how you wanted it to.

Additional information:

Pokemon: You may only use one Pokemon during this event.

Prizes/Rewards: Will be allocated depending on the quality of your submission. We aren't going to be harsh, this is all in good fun but those that put a lot of effort into their submissions will likely find the residents to be a little more rewarding. As stated previously, they will be looking at your costumes and your display. The creativity of your costume and display, as well as the quality of the RP and description will determine how well you are rewarded.

Post Colour: Dealer's Choice, reply in whatever colour you want, something colourful to suit the festive occasion perhaps?

This event will be open from now until the 24/10/17, giving you ample time to get a submission in while also giving Naru and myself a week to sort out the replies so they can go up on Halloween (31/10).

We look forward to seeing all of your creative costumes and displays!



Edit: This event is now open to all for participation, we look forward to see your submission's, although I will request that once you submit your submission that you don't edit it, just incase Naru and myself want to get started before the deadline closes.
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Old 10-07-2017, 09:49 PM   #2
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Halloween. An enjoyable, festive, and spooky time of year, memorable to many for various reasons. A date of great significance in particular to one Keith Golbatson Masters, albeit not for the happiest of reasons- the Halloween 2012 incident was one few who witnessed it would forget anytime soon, and the cause of it being none other than a single careless act on the part of aforementioned Poison-type specialist. It was around this time of year he would generally have a recurring nightmare about the event in question, not due to the near-death experience that it was, but due to what it was he did, and how it impacted someone very dear to him.

That's not to say, however, that Halloween was not an enjoyable holiday for Keith Masters. Quite the contrary, he enjoyed Halloween immensely, and was not one to shy away from the whole notion of dressing up in costume. This year, of course, would be no exception. Indeed, Keith reasoned, if there was to be a competition based around Halloween costumes, then why the hell not enter it?

Such was the thought process of Keith Masters himself as he made his way through La Ville des Farceurs et Voleurs. He looked much the same as usual, with his red and white sleeveless jacket over his black t-shirt, his blue jeans, his red and black sneakers, and of course, the Z-Ring on his left wrist and the Mega Hat atop his head, though there was one fairly noticeable distinction between this time and most any other time; Meowth was not present on his shoulder.

No, Keith knew the rules of this competition. He knew, only one Pokémon could accompany him in this competition, and Meowth steadfastly refused to dress up for the competition- unlike Keith, Meowth wasn't fond of dressing in costume, no matter the occasion. And this also meant he couldn't take any shortcuts by having his Ditto form any part of his costume, either, nor use the illusory capabilities of his Ghost-types. Indeed, none of those were what he chose for this competition. What he did choose, however, was made quite evident by the round, vivid green shell he held in his arms, with a pair of piercing red eyes peering out of said shell.

"It'll be great, Artemis," Keith smiled as he made his way to the community hall. "I'll be a Munchlax, you'll be a Watmel Berry. Charming in its simplicity, yeah?"

"Scooon..." murmured Artemis, the Shiny Cascoon's voice somewhat doubtful. Indeed, as much as she was intrigued by the idea of dressing up in costume, this being her first Halloween, she still had her reservations on the matter. A Watmel Berry? Surely there were better options for her than that! And yet... not like this. Not the way she was. But as they set foot into the community hall, Artemis knew that if she wanted to get to actually wear such a better option, changes had to be made...

"Alright," Keith stated, sitting down at the nearest sewing table. "I'm thinking we work on your costume first, Artemis, because it's gonna... Artemis?" he added, for he spotted something odd out of the corner of his eye. And as he turned to look at the Shiny Cascoon he'd set down on the table, his mouth fell open in shock and wonder.

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A considerable amount of time later, the costumes were finished. It took far longer than Keith had anticipated, but under the circumstances, he really had nothing to complain about. Artemis had made necessary a rather drastic change in costume ideas on her part, but Keith was of the opinion that it all worked out for the best in the end.

Keith stood and admired himself in a nearby mirror- he too had changed his costume idea, though this had less to do with any unforeseen drastic changes, and more to do with the realization that a human-sized Munchlax costume... it just didn't look good. Now, the Heracross costume Keith had constructed instead, that was a whole other swarm of Yanma! Keith had painstakingly sought out pieces of plastic that were just the right shape to be part of the costume- fabric would not do to convey the likeness of such a sturdy, armored insect, he felt. And Artemis had been a great help in the construction of this outfit, her String Shot making a wonderful adhesive. Of course, not all of the pieces of plastic were the right color, but then, was that not why the good lord Arceus invented paint? What Keith wore could only be described as a cross between a Heracross decoy and a suit of armor. A pair of plastic shoes made to look like the feet of a Heracross, complete with the single toe claw on each one. Plastic leg covers. Plastic arm covers, complete with claws- Keith's hands themselves remained uncovered by the plastic (though he wore dark blue gloves on them so as to not detract from the disguise's appearance), though his head and torso were clad in a large plastic capsule. This capsule, the arm pieces, and the leg pieces, none of them were actually connected, and left sufficient space for Keith to bend his arms and legs as he saw fit. The plastic capsule what that encapsulated his torso and head was made to look exactly like the torso and head of a Heracross, complete with little plastic protrusions to simulate Heracross's antenna, and of course, what Heracross costume would be complete without that big damn horn? It made Keith have to bend over in order to get through doorways, but as he admired the end result in the mirror, he was convinced it was worth it. One of the old ladies had even helped Keith put together some dark blue sleeves to slip over his legs and arms, so that the bits of them exposed by the gaps between the plastic of the costume did not take away from the overall effect.

And how does one summon a Heracross in the first place? Why, by slathering Honey on a tree, of course! And that was where Artemis came in, with a costume infinitely better than Keith's initial ideas, and one much better suited to how she looked now. Indeed, maybe a Shiny Cascoon could pass for a Watmel Berry with a simple paint job, but one could hardly say the same for a ! Artemis knew the time had come for change, and by change, she meant evolution! And Keith's initial mild disappointment at the need to change his plans dissipated on the spot- not only because he was proud of his Pokémon, but also because this opened up some new and different costume possibilities. Indeed, Artemis was showing off her new look quite well, and so fitting to the time of year, too- for it was autumn, and in the autumn, the leaves on trees change color. Gold and red were popular colors for leaves to turn at this time of year, and Artemis's beautiful wings had both of those colors covered. Her small purple body was wrapped in brown fabric, which dangled down beneath her to create the trunk of a Charti tree. Yes, a Charti tree, for numerous fake Charti Berries dotted the faux foliage they had created, each colorful leaf cut from fabric, shades of red and gold chosen to match the Shiny Dustox's wings beautifully, and the Charti Berries themselves, much like their actual counterparts, bearing an uncanny resemblance to Dustox antennae. And to top off the connection between the two costumes, part of the trunk was slathered in honey-colored paint to give the impression of a tree slathered with Honey. Keith's initial idea was to use real Honey- he'd bought some a while back, after all- but it was quickly decided that this course of action came with too large a risk of attracting unwanted and potentially unruly wild Pokémon to the festivities, and so they went with the next best thing.

"Alright, Artemis," Keith grinned, clicking sounds emanating from his costume as he walked, the plastic components clicking against each other as he moved. "Let's practice this, try to get it just right for the event, OK?"

"Dus, Dustox!" nodded Artemis. Thankfully for her, the costume she wore, while somewhat sizable, was also made to be mercifully lightweight, allowing her to still fly even while wearing it.

They had reached a small clearing outside, which was perfect to practice. "Then let's give it a shot," he stated. "First off, fire your Poison Sting straight up into the air!"

"Duuuus... TOX!" exclaimed Artemis, launching a barrage of glowing purple needles airborne. Keith grinned- so far, so good.

The needles slowly stopped gaining height, and began to fall. A cause of concern for most, but to Keith, merely his cue to give the next command. "Alright- rapid-fire String Shot! Grab 'em all!" he ordered.

"Tox tox tox tox tox tox tox tox tox!" Artemis grunted, lauching strand after strand, She didn't manage to snare every single needle, but she got enough of them for Keith's liking, particularly for a first try. Besides, the missed needles might still come into play...

"And now for the big finish, let's give your new move a shot," said Keith. "Gust attack, let's go!"

"Tox! Tox! Tox!" exclaimed Artemis, flapping her recently-acquired wings. Her aim here, as soon became evident, was to generate a whirlwind all around herself and her (mercifully well-built) costume. It didn't get her to budge, but it did grab hold of the Poison Sting needles and start to whirl them around. Not only the few that fell to the ground, but also the ones Artemis still had tethered to her by way of String Shot.

And as the needles whirled around, Keith grinned every time he saw purple sparks fly. Every time two needles collided, the clash of Poison-type energy on Poison-type energy created a small blast. Very small, more like a popping noise. Like little firecrackers going off, each pop accompanied by those purple sparks. Hardly the most spectacular fireworks show anyone's ever seen, but none too shabby as far as Keith was concerned. And who knows? With even more practice, who was to say just how much better this performance would get by the time the big event rolled around? Though, he reasoned, Artemis should probably get in just as much practice outside her costume as she got in it- she had to get accustomed to doing this routine while wearing her costume, but by the same token, neither of them wanted to wreck the costume with prolonged practices before anyone even got to see it.



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What? Cascoon is evolving!



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Congratulations! Your Cascoon evolved into Dustox!

*Artemis learned Gust!*
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Old 10-11-2017, 08:44 PM   #3
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"Close your eyes, Choux," Athena instructed. She shook a spray can of green paint(safe for use on Pokemon, of course) while knelt in front of her Snubbull, who was currently distracted by a candy-coated berry she had bought for him. Choux followed instruction, and Athena lifted up his chin as she began to lightly spray his fur. Pink was soon dyed a dark green as the trainer brought the color across Choux's face, then across his body. The Snubbull was shocked as he looked down at the new color of his precious coat. He looked up at his trainer with horror. Almost immediately he started a frantic attempt to lick away the color. "Ah ah ah!" Athena cautioned, pushing Choux's face away and pushing another piece of candied berry into his mouth. "It comes out with soap and water, don't worry. Just be patient ok? If you're good you'll get a lot of candy!" She grinned and ruffled the fur on Choux's head. Choux responded grumpily, but looked willing to tough it out for the promise of sweet treats. Once the paint on Choux's fur seemed dry enough, Athena fastened a black cloak around his neck. She pulled the cloak up over his head and tucked his ears in. The final part was a fluffy, curled tail she attached to Choux's back. He pawed at it as Athena adjusted it in to place.


"Well isn't he cute," a voice came from behind the girl and her Pokemon. Still kneeling, Athena turned to see a well dressed man. There were plenty of people in the old church already prepared and in costume, but this person didn't seem to be dressed as anything in particular. He wore a suit with long coattails and his hair slicked back. He wore a golden flower as a boutonniere.
"Oh, thank you," Athena laughed nervously, wondering why this person had decided to approach her and Choux at all. There were plenty of other people and Pokemon in more elaborate costumes.
"Your Snubbull is supposed to be a Ců Sith, yes?" The man questioned. Athena was surprised that the costume was recognizable, she hadn't done anything particularly fancy. He had correctly identified Choux as the fairy dog with a shaggy green coat and long tail, thought to be a harbinger of death.
"Oh! Um, yes... It was a fairytale my dad always like to scare me with so..." She trailed off, awkwardly finding something on Choux's costume to readjust.
"You seem fairly in tune with fairies, aren't you, girl?" The next question brought her attention back to the man, who was now kneeling at her side, a bit too close for comfort. Choux eyed him suspiciously.
"Something like that...?" The man was making intense eye contact with her. Athena swallowed, wondering if she should try to find an escape route. It was true she liked fairy Pokemon a lot, and she was from Laverre City, but she didn't consider anything about that special.
"Is that what you're wearing?" The stranger gestured to a tattered dress and apron on hanger nearby.
"Yeah..." The trainer looked at it, embarrassed. "I was going to be a ghost or something I guess, didn't really think about it." She nervously laughed again. The man smirked.
"Well that's a bit boring," The man stood and looked over the dress. "Wouldn't you rather be something more interesting?"
Athena didn't answer. Was this guy making fun of her? Without warning, the man snapped his fingers and a cloak appeared in his hand. Athena and Choux looked around in shock, wondering if anyone else had seen that. The rest of the people in the old church did not seem to notice this strange encounter.
"Wear this until you feel the time is right," he handed the cloak to the now very confused girl. Almost as suddenly as he appeared, he walked away and disappeared into a crowd of people.

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Athena and Choux stood in front of the crowd, waiting for them to quiet down enough to start the performance. Choux scratched at the cloak around his neck, and Athena batted it away, chiding him that he needed to be patient. She had decided to put the long black cloak over her original costume, the hood pulled up and obscuring her face. They had practiced this before getting into costume, she only hoped Choux didn't have stage fright.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Athena called out. She already felt stupid and was glad no one could see her face burning red. She cleared her throat. "Legends tell of a creature who roams the highlands... Travelers who hear its haunting barks find themselves chilled to the bone!" At her cue, Choux let out a sharp bark along with Ice Fang, bright shards of glass glittering through the air. The girl continued. "These travelers are shocked to hear the next bay of this horrible creature..." She pointed to Choux again, who let out another, less than impressive, bark. This time he used Thunder Fang, electricity crackling loudly. "For if you hear a third bark... you'll meet certain death!" She ended with a dramatic flair of throwing off her cloak. Choux barked for a third time, fire spitting from his mouth with Fire Fang. He through off his cloak too, for good measure. As Athena's cloak fluttered to the ground, she noticed something strange. Was she...shorter? Choux looked at his trainer, wide-eyed in horror. The girl still had on a tattered pink period dress with a dirty white apron over, but she was changed. Athena felt something heavy in her hands, but when she looked down, she only saw her feet. Slowly, she looked up to see her chest and neck, with a long pillar of flame coming from her neck. She was carrying her head.


This was a much cooler costume than she had intended. But she hoped that she could find that man again, this was reversible, right?
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Old 10-12-2017, 07:01 PM   #4
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Halloween was just around the corner and excitement was building in the residential district of the Black Bayou, known as The City of Jesters and Thieves. Travelers from around the world gathered and traversed the cobblestone streets, admiring all of the town’s decorations and the numerous Pumpkaboo that grew throughout the area. It was truly a sight to behold, and a renowned tradition that bolstered the tourism industry of the Black Bayou.

Among the tourists traversing the streets was Gary, who held the hand of his Smeargle, Buru. While she wasn’t necessarily a child anymore, Buru was always a delicate flower on Gary’s expansive team of Pokemon; her aloof and gentle nature often resulted in her wandering off away from the action to go sit somewhere peaceful and quiet. So in order for her to not get lost in all of the commotion, Gary held the Smeargle’s small hand as she quietly stared up and down at all of the street stalls.

Looking up ahead, Gary found a sign that indicated the location of something he wanted to check out. A costume contest was being held at the town center with the promise of fun, candies, and prizes, all things Gary enjoyed. “C’mon Buru, we’re almost there!” he called out, leading his Smeargle over. She quietly smiled and followed alongside him. “Hello, we’re here for the contest,” Gary greeted one of the helpers in charge of the event, signing the registration form. He was then directed over to an arts and crafts area of the building where entrants were to design their own costumes.

“Alright Buru, we got this! What do you think of this idea?” Gary knelt down and whispered something into the Smeargle’s floppy brown ear. She stared blankly and quietly listened, but when Gary finished speaking, she nodded her head quickly and smiled. “Awesome! Let’s get to work then!” Gary began by gathering a number of supplies. He raided the costume rack for some clothing, including a mixture of black and white cloth. Next he procured a couple of cloaks and a long silvery wig before finishing his collection with a can of red paint.

Taking their supplies to a private changing area, Gary took his Smeargle’s measurements and fitted her with a white dress that stretched down to her feet. Next he draped a long and white cape-like shroud around her neck and over her shoulders to splay out behind her. After that, he straightened up the wig, but not too nicely as the intended effect was supposed to be messy and disorderly. He plopped the wig on Buru’s head and pulled the bangs away from her eyes. The hair was wavy and a ghostly silver in color, falling to the length of the floor as well. “Okay Buru, it’s time for makeup now.” Buru patiently sat on a stool as Gary pulled out the cosmetics. He was no makeup expert, but knew enough about painting to envision his desired effect for Buru’s face. With a brush, he gently lined the rings around Buru’s eyes with a bloody-red and left the rest of her face a ghoulish pale color. “We’re almost done,” he called out, smiling as Buru was being quite the trooper about all of this. “Hold up your feet and your tail, please.” Buru nodded and complied, allowing Gary to coat her paw prints in the same bloody-red color and dipping the tip of her tail into the paint can, turning it from green to red as well.

“Excellent. Now it’s my turn to change.” Buru nodded and waited patiently as Gary put on his costume. It was a simple dark gray tuxedo with a black cape that hung over his shoulders. To finish off his look, Gary powered his own face to turn his complexion a ghostly pale to match Buru. “Alright! We’re done!” Gary announced and Buru got to her feet. “Let’s go show off our display!” As the two of them reentered the main hall, a series of bloody footprints trailed behind Buru each step of the way.

Once they were back in the main hall, it was time to show off their Halloween appeal. Dressed like a ghostly butler, Gary announced to the hall while flipping his cape behind him, “Presenting Mistress Buru, the silver banshee of the underworld!” Allowing Buru to make her grand entrance, Gary then kneeled back down to Buru’s ear level. “Okay Buru, just like we drew it up,” Gary whispered in her ear. “Let’s start off our ghostly promenade with your spookiest Unfinished Symphony to set the mood. Remember, ambience is everything here. Next, I want you to drag everyone here into the Dark Void! Throw the orbs up into the air and let them fall down like dark snowflakes. Finally, we’ll finish things off with a haunting Nightmare! Make it so they’ll be seeing banshees in their dreams for weeks!” Gary grinned as Buru nodded and opened her mouth. It was rare for her to utter a peep, but she wasn’t mute. The ghostly wail of a song escaped from her lips, setting the stage for her appeal. Gary smiled and waited to see how the rest would play out. He would have to be careful and make sure he wasn’t put to sleep himself, so he kept his eyes peeled.

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LMN Halloween Mini-Event

That time of year approaches, that time of year that all the residents of the La Ville des Farceurs et Voleurs, The City of Jesters and Thieves, look forward to with childish delight. The whole city has become enthralled by holiday spirit, the Pumpkaboo migration signals the coming of winter but also a time for celebration. The strange city has a tradition a bit different to the one you might be familiar. Instead of children filling the streets, concealed by costumes and filling their bellies with candy, they have twisted this to create an entertaining spectacle for the residents of the city. Trainer's traveling through the area are called upon to dress their Pokemon and themselves up and put on displays for the townsfolk. Additionally it helps to keep the traveling Pumpkaboos entertained, so that they don't cause too much havoc in the city before moving on to their final destination. Trainers are rewarded not only by the smiles on the face of child and adult alike, they are gifted treats, sweet morsels that their Pokemon crave. The better the display, the more treats they receive.

In order to help trainers prepare for the night the culminates the festival, a helpful community group has set up supplies in an old church turned community hall. Dozens of Pumpkaboos roost around and atop the building, they were quiet during the day but at night they illuminate the city as they explore and revel in the exciting atmosphere the city produces. Upon entering the building, trainers will find one side is filled with crafting supplies, just about everything one would need to create a couple of costumes. There are tables set up with sewing machines, there are even a couple of old ladies hanging around, willing to lend you assistance with the machines or give you a few tips. The other side of the building is left clear, providing ample room for trainers to practice their displays with their Pokemon.


Outline
Welcome to the LMN Halloween mini-event, with Deo's permission, Naru and myself will be running this little event for everyone 'who currently has an active adventure in the LMN Zone.'At the request of the mods, this event is being done in its own thread in order to prevent clutter in the zone thread, all replies are to be made here and once the event is done we will link it back into the zone.

Somewhat akin to how trick or treating is done in our world, trainers will be required to create a costume for themselves and their Pokemon and then practice a 3 move display/trick to impress the residents of LMN. You will submit one post and receive one update (on Halloween). Your post must contain two things:

1. Costume: You and your Pokemon are obviously going to need costumes. Luckily the city has provided everything you could ever need to make a costume out of (within reason obviously). The only limit to your costume is your ability to describe it. No theme, you are free to make reference to Pokemon world things, as well as real world things, we will mostly be looking at description and RP quality, as well as creativity.

2. Display/Trick: The residents of LMN look forward to seeing the potential of your Pokemon, so it is necessary for you to put together a short display to show your Pokemon's talents. This display can consist of up to 3 moves, once again keep it reasonable but your description and RP quality is going to determine how well the display goes. Take time to practice it with your Pokemon, you don't want to try it for the first time on the night and have it not turn out how you wanted it to.

Additional information:

Pokemon: You may only use one Pokemon during this event.

Prizes/Rewards: Will be allocated depending on the quality of your submission. We aren't going to be harsh, this is all in good fun but those that put a lot of effort into their submissions will likely find the residents to be a little more rewarding. As stated previously, they will be looking at your costumes and your display. The creativity of your costume and display, as well as the quality of the RP and description will determine how well you are rewarded.

Post Colour: Dealer's Choice, reply in whatever colour you want, something colourful to suit the festive occasion perhaps?

This event will be open from now until the 24/10/17, giving you ample time to get a submission in while also giving Naru and myself a week to sort out the replies so they can go up on Halloween (31/10).

We look forward to seeing all of your creative costumes and displays!



Edit: This event is now open to all for participation, we look forward to see your submission's, although I will request that once you submit your submission that you don't edit it, just incase Naru and myself want to get started before the deadline closes.
Halloween?” repeated Rorik, unfamiliar with the word. “I see. So, basically, it seems to be a holiday dedicated to scary things… These southerners are strange.”

The Professor adjusted his glasses while scanning the perimeter, taking in the sights. Indeed, it seemed these people put in a lot of effort in preparing the festive date, which to him was completely baffling – why did people feel the need to honour spirits, let alone dress like them? In Heiml, they paid tribute to fallen heroes by re-enacting their famous battles and raising statues in their honour, but the worship of gods had long been abandoned. But it seemed that not all regions had followed this change in mentality.

I cannot say if these people are trying to summon demons or merely playing the part – either way, this is definitely a curious ritual. Surely the spirits of these southern lands won’t be mad if I enjoy myself at their expense for a little while?

Little by little, Rorik’s travels had made him less serious and introverted; he still had a very tough shell to crack when it came to socializing, but at least he no longer felt like all eyes were on him, judging him, mocking him. Or perhaps they still were, and he’d simply learned to deal with it a little better – after all, no judgemental stare could ever be worse than his father’s, so why should he care about what foreigners thought of him? After everything he’d been through, he needed to unwind, and all this ongoing silliness might be just what he needed to let off some steam. After all, he’d always been great at making a fool of himself – so he might as well do it when it actually counted!

The locals really had gone through a lot of trouble to set everything up, and everyone seemed to be looking forward to the spectacle that was about to take place. And not only people – a horde of migrating Pumpkaboo had made their home atop a nearby church, equally interested in the goings-on. Probably unbeknownst to them, their mere presence helped to give The City of Jesters and Thieves the perfect eerie, ghostly atmosphere that the occasion demanded, only enhancing the overall experience that even Rorik, a foreigner, could tell had been painstakingly worked on by everyone in the local community.

Appropriately, most of the preparations seemed to be taking part inside the church itself. Churches, to Rorik’s eyes, were no more socially relevant than pyramids, but equally fascinating. The idea that people erected such magnificent structures to honour invisible deities was both baffling and awe-inspiring to him – to realize how mankind could create such wonders as tribute to the uncertain, and in consequence, how much more they could achieve for palpable causes. Even the very idea of religious worship was fascinating to the scientist; there were no gods left in Heiml, but that was clearly not the case in other parts of the world, and few things astounded Rorik as much as seeing the strength of Bonds between Man and their abstract conceptions of God. Compared to that, the study of bonds between men and Pokémon should be child’s play, and yet he continued to struggle with his field research.

Respectfully, he entered the building, unsure of how to behave on holy ground. But apparently there was no cause for concern, because the crowd that had gathered inside the church displayed none of their own – believers or not, they minded their own business, enthusiastically helping out with the preparations or simply watching events unfurl.
It was indeed as he’d been told – sewing machines and countless props for creating costumes lined the church walls, with old ladies providing assistance to those who, like himself, had no idea how to mend a hole in a sock, let alone create a piece of clothing from scratch. Smiling to himself, Rorik took a sit and called over one of the helpful elders.

“Hello, I… I was wondering if you could help me out with something,” he said, before leaning over and whispering something in her ear.

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“Well, this turned out unexpectedly well,” he said to himself, fully aware that it was all the lady’s doing, who’d taken Rorik’s sit three minutes into the costume’s sewing and finished everything on her own. “Thank you so much!”

The first part was taken care of. Now, it was time for the main attraction to step forward. Rorik gently tossed a Luxury Ball to the floor, and from within emerged his most trusted companion. They’d been together ever since Rorik had left Heiml, and the Black Bayou was a special place for both of them – after all, this was the place where the Professor’s powerhouse had unlocked his full potential.

“Let’s have some fun, Guntz!”

Roaring in approval, the massive Snorlax stretched his limbs, before holding out a hand for the fist-bump that had become customary between them. And when Rorik showed him all the props available for dressing up in upcoming event, Guntz grinned at the familiarity of the situation.

“Ahah, yes, this is hardly our first rodeo when it comes to dressing up, is it?”

Their first experience had taken place during the War of the Roses, and back then, Guntz’s performance had warned Rorik the top score in the challenge – who would’ve guessed the bear could be so talented at incarnating a different persona? But now that Rorik had witnessed Guntz’s talent, it came as no surprise that the Snorlax chose items so familiar to them both; after all, almost identical copies had been made available during the Cloud Garden rulers’ clash. But if Guntz had chosen the façade of a gentleman then, this time he was going for something completely different.

“Wow, that… that’s really something,” the Professor admitted when Guntz was finally done. But if he was to be completely honest, it felt like something was missing…

Guntz is reminiscing on his Cloud Garden success with this choice of costume, but we’ve had victories in other places too, conquests earned together – including right here at the Black Bayou. We’d be at fault for honouring some achievements over others, and besides, I think we can make this work beautifully with a touch or two!

“What if we do this…”

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Time did fly by when one’s having fun. He’d taken to tweaking Guntz’s costume personally, and before he knew it, was time for the display! Looking around, the already populated church had turned into a crowded mess, men, women and children all eager to see the contestants honour the day of Halloween in their own manner. Well, even if he knew nothing about the occasion itself, Rorik would be damned if he wouldn’t put on a show worth everyone’s attention!

I just hope I don’t offend anyone. I…. I really should’ve looked into this tradition before hand. Oh dear.

He wasn’t the first to go, nor did he want to be. He needed time to dress up and, most importantly, get in character – something he had little to no experience in doing. Even back in the War of the Roses, Guntz had taken all of the spotlight, but tonight, eyes would be on him as well, not just his Pokémon. And so he would let the others go first, take some last few deep breaths… and before he knew it, he was up!

He could hear the cheers, the noise coming from the other side of the church’s door. Outside, the crowd awaited eagerly the appearance of the next duo… For someone who’d signed up for fun and relaxation, he was feeling awfully tense.

Come on, none of that! Father isn’t here, and these people are friendly; they just want to be entertained for a while, and so do I! No need to be nervous. I’ll go out there and just do my thing!

And with that, he pushed open the church doors.


The wind picked up slightly as he stepped outside, making his robes flow – a cultist’s garments, with black sleeves and white down the middle, emulating a Snorlax’s colours, with an orange vest filled with pockets, for reasons that would soon become apparent to everyone watching. The air was heavy and humid, but not because of the crowd that had gathered around him; the reason was the mask he was wearing, a plague doctor’s, thoroughly white and with ominous empty eyes, topped by a warlock’s black hat that exuded a mystical aura. Because, after all, that was who he was:

“Heed my words, peasants!” he exclaimed by the church doors, gesturing theatrically as he walked down the steps and towards the crowd. “I am the Harbinger! I come with a warning – great misfortune will fall upon you all, lest you make a generous offering! When He comes, His hungry fury shall…. Oh, but it is too late! Repent! Relinquish your treats while you can!”

The ground began to shake and rumble, and a low-pitched growl emanated from the confines of the church. Soon, a gigantic, terrifying creature emerged, and roared like an angry titan, demanding its food. Immediately, Rorik the Harbinger reached for the pockets of his vest and retrieved several Candies, tossing them to the floor while luring the beast towards him and into the open plaza that had been set up for the appeals.

“Behold, He has come! The incarnation of the Spirit of Gluttony, Lord of the Black Forest of Ostengard… Gourdlax the Devourer!”


This was never about winning anything. This costume of his… it’s our own little tribute to our adventures.

Gourdlax the Devourer walked into the square with slow, earth-shaking steps, gobbling down each candy left behind by Rorik, like a ravenous giant.
The Lord of the Black Forest wore a cape dark as night, flowing in the wind much like the Harbinger’s robes. In His mighty right hand was the Fork of the Glutton which, while serving as a utensil to the colossus, was in fact a true trident in the hands of any minuscule human. But more so than the frightening items He carried, it was the creature itself who struck true fear in the hearts of men – his head was not that of an ordinary Snorlax, but a terrifying pumpkin skull with a perpetual, vile grin carved upon it, through which candies vanished as if sucked into a black hole. And on its stomach, the Jaws of the Devourer – the reincarnated Spirit of Gluttony bore the second mouth of a Dusknoir on its belly, which was rumoured to open when Gourdlax’s hunger was so intense, it craved even souls as nourishment; some also said the Jaws swallowed all those who refused to part with their sweets in the presence of the Lord.

The cape and the trident are identical to trinkets found in the War of the Roses. The Dusknoir markings represent our Heimlan heritage through the folk tale of Garandr, eater of children; and the pumpkin head is a tribute to that time we protected those Gourgeist eggs from a ppack of Rattata right here in the Black Bayou, as well as our respects to the egg we could not save…

While Rorik relayed all of his madeup lore about Gourdlax the Devourer to the crowd, as dramatically as he could, he finally ran out of candies to feed Guntz just as they reached the center of the square. And as such, the second stage of their performance was about to begin.

“Oh, calamity!” he shouted through the mask, his voice muffled and twisted as a result. “There is no more food left to appease the Lord of the Black Forest… His rage grows! The fury that felled Osgard is about to descend on this city… Behold! The fate that awaits you if His famine lasts! Flee, run for cover, make room!!”

Come on now, just as we rehearsed! It’s time to see if our training since the War of the Roses has paid off! These people better play along and move out of the way though… we will need all of the display area to pull this off!

Guntz took the hint, and after one more furious roar, beat his chest, then jumped up and landed on his belly…

First step! Bounce!, thought Rorik, smiling behind the mask.

Using the technique taught to him by Gottfried – and, to Rorik’s knowledge, the only Snorlax in the world capable of pulling such a feat -, Guntz bounced in the air, reaching an unbelievable height for its size and weight. It was as if the Lord of the Black Forest could fly!

Second step! Flamethrower!

Once Guntz began to lose altitude, the Snorlax breathed out a stream of flames from the hole in its pumpkin head that engulfed its body, giving the illusion of a massive meteor catching fire as it approached the Earth!

“The full brunt of Gourdlax’s rage is upon you all! The power that razed the city of Osgard and gave rise to the Forest of Ostengard in its place!”

He felt all of that exposure was both warning and ham enough. People should be wise enough to get the hell away from a crashing Snorlax, and that in turn should give them ample space to pull off the third and most glorious part of their performance!

Third step! Focus now… BLOOM DOOM!”

Silently, Rorik pressed the Grassium-Z concealed beneath his robes’ sleeve and did the gestures he’d practiced so thoroughly nearly every day, ever since he’d left Cloud Garden and Lilligant’s domain. It was all in the timing – and just as Guntz was about to hit the floor in a ball of fire, Rorik completed the dance and the link was made!

Once Guntz connected with the floor, enveloped in its Z-Power, the crashing “meteor” exploded in a gorgeous spiral of fire-red petals, emulating the creation of Ostengard Forest in a display of Gourdlax the Devourer’s full power! Embers from the Flamethrower flickered through the air, lighting up the energy petals that blossomed one after another from the core that was Guntz itself, and the entire square was bathed in a faint orange glow until the Bloom Doom faded in a shower of glistening particles.

When the dust settled, Rorik the Harbinger took a respectful bow, signalling the end of their collective performance with one final remark.

“Thank you all for your attention. The Incarnation of Gluttony will now gladly accept your offerings. He has preference for chocolate... and incidentally, so do I.”
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Halloween Night. Heather was brimming with excitement as she traveled to La Ville des Farceurs et Voleurs. It was her first time in the area, and she certainly appreciated the haunting setting for the occasion, filled with Pumpkaboo and Gourgeist in all shapes and sizes to entertain the little ones. Though, perhaps some of the Grass types wouldn't be too pleased with Heather after what she planned to do for this particular celebration. Oh well, such was life when you wanted to do things on such a grand scale, after all, right? The Phantump and Trevenant gave way to city streets lit by jack-o-lanterns and other festive lighting wherever the Pumpkaboo weren't illuminating the paths as they played. In Heather's arms, a small Alolan Vulpix looked cheerily around the festival, excited to see all the decorations and treats. Trainer and Pokémon were already prepared for their show-Heather, knowing her costume would require a lot of expert care in its creation, had made the torn-yet-beautiful snow-white kimono that swaddled her cold, pale, icy skin weeks ago, the garment fastened by a wide, red ribbon tied into a bow at the back. Icy blue lipstick covered her lips, and for the night, her fiery orange hair had been darkened into pitch black waves mixed with white frost. Colored contacts made her eyes a fearsome blood red, and with a perfect gait, those who couldn't see her feet would think her merely floating along rather than actually walking. Only the most keen observer would be able to pick her changed visage from the crowd in this state. Autumn though it may be, it seemed the city would be visited by a lady of the snow, a lost soul frozen over by the winter's cruel bite, and the small icy vulpine in her arms was trained to be the source of this spirit's freezing power for the night to come.

A Powdery Snow followed and surrounded Heather and Danni as the two wandered the streets in search of their destination-the old church, where they would put on a practice show of their little act. The Pumpkaboo scattered before the pair, not liking the bitter cold breeze that preceded it as Trainer and Pokémon moved gracefully between the throngs of people, heads turning at the frozen ghost that seemed all too real walking amidst them. If nothing else, the biting cold around them was certainly not imagined...

At long last, after many twists and turns, the pair arrived at the old church, and wandered inside. There, many faces all milled about, some in costume, others poring over them, and others still there to assist the participants. One such seemingly unsuspecting assistant wandered over to them, shivering at the sudden cold that greeted them as they met the lingering snow.

"U-Uh, h-hello, y-you're h-here for the f-festival?" they asked, the yuki onna before them simply nodding.

"W-well then! W-what a r-realistic c-costume...a-and such a d-diligent h-helper!" the assistant continued, patting Danni on the head. That...was their cue.

At once, Danni fell dormant in her Trainer's arms, though not truly to sleep, keeping up the Powder Snow around them. The attendant took a step back, realizing the snow was not fading-he was supposedly fooled for the moment, at least. Heather focused her now-red eyes into an icy glare at the attendant as the scene unfolded before her. The time was now!

"YOU!" she said in a sudden, booming voice, leveling an accusing finger at the attendant. "We have done you no harm, and yet you curse my child with this unnatural slumber!?" she demanded, the attendant by now seeming to be thoroughly panicked, and all eyes in the room on the two of them. Perfect. A small squeeze from Heather gave Danni her cue, as the bitter cold winds around them intensified, the snow coming on heavier, a full-on Blizzard now consuming the whole inside of the hall. "You will rue this day forevermore, fool! Be frozen for your misdeeds!" Heather declared loudly after the Blizzard became sufficiently powerful. Another small squeeze, and Danni let loose a bright, icy burst of light that made to Freeze the poor attendant solid, leaving a room of stunned onlookers around them.

Moments later, the ice would break apart and vanish in a shower of glittering icy light, somehow leaving the attendant completely Dry, and the crowd was treated to the sight of the once-wrathful ice spirit now giggling and waving, proud of their performance as the snow from the Blizzard faded away in a flurry of sparkles as well.

"A happy Halloween to all! I hope you enjoyed our little trick!" Heather called, letting Danni to the floor and taking a bow alongside their attendant co-conspirator before scooping the Alolan Vulpix up once again. Yes, tonight was a success so far. Heather welcomed the attention for once, and was certainly happy to tell all the little boys and girls how she'd pulled off such a fantastic feat. They were particularly impressed by how Danni's Freeze-Dry attack hadn't actually frozen their volunteer solid, but rather had left them in a hollow icy cocoon-perfectly safe, yet so very convincing. Heather waved goodbye to the crowd as she went to show the village denizens just what kinds of tricks were up her sleeve tonight...
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Halloween wasn't something that Alice Hope had ever had too much interest in. The one year her friends had gone trick or treating, they had done it without her, and otherwise she had never gone. This year, though, was going to be different. Fizzytopians seemed to enjoy it, and an area that she had yet to explore – Le Marecage Noir – was holding a big event. With the rules memorised, the young woman had made her way over, already knowing which Pokemon would suit her efforts best.

Having not touched a sewing machine in years, though, it meant that it took time to make the costume itself. It was worth it, though, even if the end result didn't match exactly what Alice had in mind. Long blonde ringlets cascaded down the trainer's back, pulled into lovely pigtails, accented with black bows and leaving the obsidian earrings visible to anyone taking a closer look. The outfit itself was a dress, the skirt ruffled with a white tullie underlayer, and the sleeves flowing long and frilly and hanging a little below the wrists. Its design was that of a gothic lolita style, in a faded pink that suggested age and wear, some purposeful rips in the material like that of a ragged doll, and said tears extended to the white tights beneath. Blood seemed to cling to the black boots, although it had dried enough that it no longer trailed incriminating prints along the streets.

That wasn't wear it ended, though. Sparkling fingernails were painted black, except for two on each hand that were red and had bats and webs lined in an alternating shade; the make-up on Alice's face suiting the grim theme of Halloween. Her mascara and eyeliner stood out against a ghostly white face, lips stuck a striking purple, smokey eyeshadow surrounding the eyes. They almost matched the sooty-skinned Bagon that walked along beside her, adorned in grape suit and bow tie that was even more shredded than the owner's outfit, the fabric bloody and even burnt. One of its eyes had a faux scar cut across it.

Rat a tat, knuckles hit the door, careful not to catch mismatched rings – like prizes from gruesome expeditions of those who had fallen to the cursed doll. A small boy came running in a skeleton onesie, unafraid, although the brunette mother with him jumped. Alice's mouth opened when she smiled enough to show that her overcrowded teeth had bloody fangs. “Good evening, sir. Madam.” She added with a curtsy, tiers of necklaces shifting with the motions; the tattered ribbon on the back of her dress billowing with the wind. “Prince Eridian and I have a show for you. Would you like to see us play... Oh, merci, little man.” Small hands plucked a chocolate from a pumpkin bucket the three year old had, which she unwrapped and offered to the dragon as bribery for his cooperation. Eridian's stoic intimidation was perfectly natural. The things he did for this brat over the years were damned unreal.

“Keep your hands on the little one. It would be a shame to lose him this early in the night...” Alice left the warning hanging in the air, voice honeyed sweet despite the threat implied, heels clicking on cobblestone as they put their distance between the house and the door. “Come on, dearest. Let's give them a fright to remember.”

Alice crouched down, scooping up her heavy boy, who scrambled to rest upon her weary limbs before launching upwards into the air. It hurt the trainer, something which the viewers weren't sure was intended or not. In the background of hanging lanterns and silver moonlight, Eridian began to pulse with a draconian energy, swirling reds and golden around his body. It radiated stronger when dirt began to swirl and gather from the area, mixing with stones, before suddenly hurling to capture the young woman in a rocky tomb. The mother gasped, clutching to her shocked and frightened son in disbelief as Eridian suddenly spat streams of powerful fire at the construct; whittling it down with practiced precision. Plumes of smoke rose into the air, obscuring the sculpture, but when it became visible, Alice had stepped in front of it caked in smoke, blood and dust. The outlines of a rough rock beast loomed over the trick or treater, but what was most jarring was that the lady's eyes were no longer blue. Instead they were a solid, void black with no flecks of white or colour; and with the wide smile that pulled across pale features, the assistant was perfectly eerie.
Alice took a curtsey. Eridian, stood upon the rock prop, made a bow, before breaking the statue down out of the way and washing it away with a water move. The mother clapped, and encouraged her frightened child to do the same.

“Thank you so very much. And happy Halloween...”
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