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farawayplace2023-10-24 11:57 pm
ulternnpc) wrote in farawayplace2023-10-24 11:57 pm
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A Sinister Harvest!
Once again the season for the Harvesting Bonds festival has arrived. All over the islands people and Pokemon were dressing up in colorful, autumn themed costumes for the occasion.
However the main event, down in Gilterrace Town had yet to be completed. There were still people out still preparing for the upcoming festival. The town was buzzing with activity, as last minute decorations were being made out of pumpkins. There were even a number of people fussing over where to place them among the other decorations that have already been set out.
From the laughter, and smiles from people they were all clearly enjoying their time together. Aside from decorating people could be seen helping out Pokemon into their costumes. A playful wind brushes by--carrying the scent of food throughout the town
Click.
A sudden sound that would only be audible enough if things were silent, went off. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except one of the pumpkins seemingly lit up. Then another, and another, and then more.
"Huh, that's strange? Did someone put something in here?" One of the people in charge could be heard over by the decorations.
"Oh, maybe somebody already lit up one of the lanterns? Kinda early for lights don't ya think?" Another spoke up while walking closer checking out one of the glowing decorations in question.
"K…kyaaah!" Suddenly a scream pierced sharply, causing the festive atmosphere to grow quiet and still. Many eyes turned toward the scene. Before them a Parasol Lady is suddenly surrounded by a group of people holding her in place as a Malamar and a man approach in front of her.
The scene was peculiar, and unsettling as the Parasol Lady's fearful expression gradually grew blank--with her eyes seemingly vacant. An unsettling silence stretched as both the man and Malamar turned.
The man will raise his hand slowly, pointing directly towards them with a smirk on his face.
"Go, my faithful ones. Capture them all."
However the main event, down in Gilterrace Town had yet to be completed. There were still people out still preparing for the upcoming festival. The town was buzzing with activity, as last minute decorations were being made out of pumpkins. There were even a number of people fussing over where to place them among the other decorations that have already been set out.
From the laughter, and smiles from people they were all clearly enjoying their time together. Aside from decorating people could be seen helping out Pokemon into their costumes. A playful wind brushes by--carrying the scent of food throughout the town
Click.
A sudden sound that would only be audible enough if things were silent, went off. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except one of the pumpkins seemingly lit up. Then another, and another, and then more.
"Huh, that's strange? Did someone put something in here?" One of the people in charge could be heard over by the decorations.
"Oh, maybe somebody already lit up one of the lanterns? Kinda early for lights don't ya think?" Another spoke up while walking closer checking out one of the glowing decorations in question.
"K…kyaaah!" Suddenly a scream pierced sharply, causing the festive atmosphere to grow quiet and still. Many eyes turned toward the scene. Before them a Parasol Lady is suddenly surrounded by a group of people holding her in place as a Malamar and a man approach in front of her.
The scene was peculiar, and unsettling as the Parasol Lady's fearful expression gradually grew blank--with her eyes seemingly vacant. An unsettling silence stretched as both the man and Malamar turned.
The man will raise his hand slowly, pointing directly towards them with a smirk on his face.
"Go, my faithful ones. Capture them all."
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[she just keeps rambling about economic theory in relation to ulternian culture i'm sorry this goes on for ages]
-- relating to the smaller and sparser nature of its local Pokémon League as well! What do you think?
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[Being the sweetheart she is, she listens politely to everything and really does try to understand. But her eyes eventually start glazing over and she just can't piece it together.]
Um.... I guess ... they like being nice and giving everyone a chance? There aren't mean bullies here....
[Unless any have drifted in.]
And ... they seem happy having little stores?
[It's not what she's used to, but she does love the market.]
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