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 Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 7:09 pm
Lilith -
A wave of euphoria washed over Lilith as she was swept into an embrace with her favorite person in the world. The comment on her outfit being 'cute' made her chuckle, shrugging her shoulders a little. "Well, a dinosaur, technically. This is the best I could find with what they had." It was a little embarrassing to be seen like this in such a gaudy, childish outfit. Sorano thought it was cute, though. That was all that really mattered. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder, right?
A small smile spread across Lilith's countenance at the... compliment from Moose. Her smile was twinged with a slight apprehension at a voicing of gratitude towards the kind gesture. Something about Moose, while he seemed rather nice and was pretty handsome, didn't really sit right with Lilith. He was polite enough, and he was Sorano's friend, so she couldn't really say anything about it, but... she was cautious. "Um... Thank you. I guess."
Lilith blinked in surprise as Lennyka pulled off the dinosaur head with an exasperated-sounding gasp. It was kind of odd to see the woman, who, when Lilith last recalled seeing her, was her unfortunate drinking buddy, dressed in a full purple dinosaur suit. She raised a tentative eyebrow. "Ah. Hey, Lennyka. So, you were stuck with the dinosaur, too?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 7:19 pm
Isadora -
As the younger blonde woman wheeled around to face Isadora defensively, Isadora's eyes widened and she took another cautious step back. This girl wasn't honestly planning on hitting her, was she?! What was even more unexpected, though, was the instant change in the woman's demeanor once she identified Isadora. The doctor blinked in surprise at the sound of her name and the compliment on her costume. "Uh... Thank you, I gue- Wait."
Isadora's brow furrowed slightly in confusion. "How do you know my name?" Had she met this young woman somewhere before? Was she a former patient or something? But. Wait. The shape of the woman's face and her eyes was definitely familiar, as was her posture. The defining clue, though, was the angry looking and very chubby Pikachu that was nearby. Isadora would never forget that little Electric Pokemon that launched her Deerling across the HQ pool.
"...Claire? Is that you?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 8:40 pm
Luxury rolled her eyes at Nakura's stupid salute, then went to find the goodies. Filling a cup with punch, she couldn't help wonder if it had been spiked yet, and hoped it wasn't. She hated alcohol with a passion.
The nibbles were quite good, she filled a small plastic plate with shrimp and sauce with barely enough room for a little cupcake. Shrimp, she loved with a passion. Vowing to frequent the nibble table again, the grunt set off to find a familiar face. She had yet to see Panther, and she kind of wanted to apologize for blowing up on him last time... Nakura was the only one she really knew well enough to just walk up to, but he seemed busy chatting with others.
Biting her lip, Luxury made her way to a wall and casually leaned on it, munching her shrimp, having yet to sip her punch, and hoping she didn't look like she was trying to look casual.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 8:53 pm
 When Xander had heard of the party he had been all for it. Halloween happened to be something that was celebrated to the extreme in his hometown because of all the ghost pokemon so it would be nice to dress up again. After all the only other plans he had were staying at HQ and reading ghost stories. When he got to the building he grinned as he pulled a ticket out with his eye closed. The blond honestly had no problem what costume he ended up with, planning to have as much fun as possible with out letting anything ruining his mood. When he finally read the card the grin grew wider and he bounced off to the costumes and props to pick his out. He spent a good while choosing it before settling on something that fit the theme and he thought Frost might find interesting. That is if the Agent came. After all, a space pirate sounds perfect in his book. Xander then found an empty changing room after a quick look to see if there was anyone he recognized. ~*~*~ Shizuo was here for one thing and one thing only. To keep an eye on Izumi. Parties were not his strong point and he had always had a sort of aversion to anything that forced him to dress as a type of monster thanks to a certain flea. And what costume should he pick out of the other possibilities? A choice between a zombie or a ghost, both being under the category of monsters. But he had already picked out and put on his costume by now and was just waiting for Izumi to be finished. ...For the most part anyway if you count being ambushed by a giggly attendee who was currently applying gray and green face paint to him at the moment and was going to be adding on fake blood after she was done as waiting. He could sort of see Izumi from where he was sitting but he couldn't see much else thanks to the attendee. ~*~*~ The sound of a curtain pushing aside announced when the changing rooms occupant was finished. Half a heart beet later boots stepping on the ground announced her path. The blond teen looked around with a slight smile on her face, taking in everything around her. While new to the region she apparently had perfect timing when it came to arriving close to when a party was to be held. Natalia's blue, black and white outfit had been picked carefully so that it would match, fit the theme well enough and still work to her taste. There hadn't been many witches costumes that weren't either ugly, not her style, too revealing for her taste or just not good enough, or at least in her opinion. As it was her outfit boarder-lined into the magician area slightly so to add in a... interesting 'prop' she dressed up the one pokemon she had as a black cat. The Tepig, Luke, was not happy about the fake cat ears and tail but he hadn't mind the black pokemon paint and black collar with a cauldron charm that finished the look. At least his Lady didn't like using pink and favored blues, greens and whites most of the time.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 12:16 am
(Inigo)
Luckily for Inigo, it hadn't been too hard to find a friend that was also going to the costume party - he only had to look as far as Alba, someone he'd enjoyed cleaning with. Not that cleaning was that much fun, anyway, but still. Any excuse to get away from the base - any at all - was absolutely perfect. He'd been pretty much confined there (and the surrounding desert) almost since his recruitment, and to be perfectly honest, he had started getting cabin fever. As soon as he heard about this party, he had to go. Not that costume parties were his thing, but it was a good excuse to get off base just the same.
So when they arrived, Inigo eagerly ran in and took his ticket. Magician? That didn't seem too bad, compared to a few of the others. He didn't think he could go if he had to be a princess or something. He grinned at Alba and showed him the ticket. "Not too bad, huh? Come on, let's go find costumes," he said with a backwards jerk of one thumb, then headed into the nearest costume room for something magician-esque.
Wait, crap! He didn't know any magic tricks! How could he be a magician if he didn't know any magic tricks?
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 12:30 am
Despite the fact that it had pushed and shoved its way across the room and despite that it had knocked over two snack trays and the plastic cups, no one seemed to notice. Or maybe they just didn't care. People were just coming and going, taking the food on the table as they pleased and stepping around the mess and mess-maker. Either way, the robot that had frozen while staring at the mess on the ground slowly reanimated itself.
As it reached down to pick up the mess with no one to stop it, though, the edge of the tablecloth that had snagged on its mecha arm weaponry was tugged until about half the rest of the table's contents spilled to the floor. The metallic figure stared, carefully removed the snagged cloth from its arm, and clumsily nudged the fallen food under the table with its foot as best it could. It didn't dare reach down again and have the rest of the food fall.
Not daring to go near the food again, the robotic figure wisely retreated to a corner of the room to watch quietly. It was backing up slowly, preoccupied with its surroundings until it backed up just enough to bump into a young woman. This time it did stop, going so far as to turn around and speak.
"I'm sorry," the voice said from within the helmet. The android-like helmet must have had some sort of echo-effect microphone to produce a robotic quality when the speaker said words into it. The user seemed surprised by this and paused before continuing. "I'm just kind of getting used to this..."
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 1:40 am
"Thank you Claire, I'm sure I can handle it, unless Asch wouldn't mind getting this done quicker"
She left this choice up to the other Agent however, it was his hair, and he seemed to not liking a lot of people touching it.
Asch fell very quiet and still as she brushed his hair out, glancing over to him for a couple of seconds before returning her attention to his hair.
She had to admit, he did have beautiful, and well cared for hair, it wasn't something you saw quite often, let alone on a male. This meant he took some pride in taking care of himself, Faleen could respect that.
Once his hair was brushed out, Faleen got to work with the curling iron and hair products, leaning to the conversation of the other two women, recognizing doctor Isadora right away.
"Hello Izadora."
Faleen shifted her boot, sliding the heel of her boot over the cane she had placed on the floor next to her stool, moving it out of the way from the other two standing by them so they would not fall.
Umbreon raised a brow when a chubby Pikachu squeezed into View, but otherwise did not move,
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Rosie wore a gentle smile as she started to apply light makeup onto Izumi's face, keeping it very clean and very pure. the blond was never one for overdoing it on the makeup, natural. was better~ and Izumi was already a beautiful women.
She was careful not to be to quick or rough, Izumi was also very sky, and seemed very delicate in ways. so Rosie was careful with her.
Izaya was not the only one who had been startled by Sera's reaction to getting dinosaur as a pick, but she just smiled encouragingly, and insisting that Sera would make something look amazing.
Even as they were getting ready, Rosie just continued to help Sera the best she could, giving suggestions and just being as supportive as she could.
So by the time Sera stepped out, in a FANTASTIC white and gold feathered costume. Like one of those feathered raptors.
The blond trainer gasped, blue eyes bright as she beamed, and stood up, walking over to look over Sera's costume.
"Oh wooow! Sera you really did pull this theme off! You look beautiful."
Rosie played with a few of the feathers, fixing them a little "are you happy with it?"
That's what was important after all.
Around that time Guy suddenly showed up, and Rosie turned, smiling, and with a low bow, in which her hat was removed from her head and swept across in front of her.
"Hello Sir Guy~" she greeted, straightening back up and placing her hat back smoothly on her head.
"Great costume!"
She kept up the conversation while making sure to get back to work on Izumi, finishing her up fairly quickly, since there was not much left to do.
In usual Rosie fashion, as she worked, the girl began to sing along with one of the songs that was playing out in the main hall. This was nothing unusual for the girl, especially after spending as long a time with her as they did on their training. Rosie just sang, everywhere, all the time, without being shy about it.
It helped that she didn't have a bad voice either, nothing extraordinary, but the fact that she loved doing it translated through the song very naturally.
clapping her hands once she was finished with Izumi, dancing in place on her seat as she took the other girls hands in her own and waved them, in little dance of their own. just for fun
"And you are all set and ready~" Rosie sang to her, cleanly not part of the song.
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Somewhere across the room, the hairs on the back of Faleen's neck prickled when a familiar voice in song drifted across the busy costuming room, and her work faulted, for only a moment.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 2:04 am
There was alight, ghost of a grin that crossed Jerome's lips when Izaya recognized him, this was followed by a one shouldered shrug. "Bro did somethin' with the shirt, had to go without" he explained, glancing around to see if the ghost was showing himself, only to glance behind him at the tail wagging on its own. "So, whatever,"
Jerome didn't really need a shirt anyway, This costume worked well this way, he thought.
A light incline of his head joined Izaya's complements on his costume, but made no comment, this was probably due to the comment about the lacking pack.
This drew a raised brow from Jerome, eying Izaya.
Stab.
"Sidekick, me?"
A deep chuckle rumbled from the chest that Izaya as flicked, pulling his hands out of his jacket pockets and looking over the other costume.
"I'm good at a lot of things, gettin' girls to follow me ain't been one of them, for a long time."
He just shrugged this off to, Jerome could pretty much promise there would be no girl coming back to their room. for more then one reason.
"What kinda hero you supposed to be anyway?"
Jerome couldn't say he was really surprised with the strange outfit Izaya had on... well, yeah, he could, the guy lived with the other grunt in the same room, and still Izaya seemed to just pull this kind of s**t out of his a**, and Jerome would be honest, half the time he never expects it.... okay more then half the time.
But he was getting better.
black inked eyes followed Izaya gaze when he looked over to the other room, able to see what looked like Izumi, with a small group of people... he knew those must be the trainers she had been traveling with. Her friends.
They looked like decent people, the boys looked friendly, the girls happy, one was even singing.
Those were the kind of people Jerome knew Izumi deserved to be friends with.
Jerome replied with a simple grunt, crossing his arms over his chest.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 5:25 am
Asch broke out of his thoughts when he heard the voice and saw the reflection of yet another woman in the mirror. He frowned a bit. This was so humiliating. Glancing downward, his eyes met with an obese Pikachu in a moment of shared pity. But the boy stiffened when one of the women asked to help with his hair. He glanced at her suspiciously, not knowing this one. He would let Faleen work with his hair, but he'd be damned if he started becoming spectacle any more than he already was. His pride had been wounded enough already.
"No. You're doing fine on your own," Asch told Faleen, as he watched her put some of his hair into a curling iron.
He was regretting this evening all ready, and it had only just started. Why did he even come here in the first place? He wasn't really sure.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 5:55 am
Parties. Why did he keep agreeing to come to parties? This one at least wasn't too enclosed and didn't seem to be too badly flooded with alcohol yet but it was... it was disquieting. It had been disquieting right up until the point somebody made him pick a piece of paper out of a hat and then told him to go get into costume, and then it was worse. Costume. That other people might have worn before him. Stress levels definitely elevated. Plenty of cortisol and adrenaline. Disgusting. Unbearable. Simply out of the question....
Xander was expecting him.
Resigned to his fate Frost entered the changing area and started to look for any items that fitted in with his theme that were packaged or otherwise clearly unused by other people. He had located a couple of promising bits and pieces when the singing started. Turning around he spotted a small group of people that included people he recognised; the blonde girl and the blond young man. He had seen them on the clips of the raid on the contest, battling alongside Dith....
Maybe some kind of obscuring head gear was in order, just in case.
At long last Frost managed to gather enough bits and pieces to create his costume and slipped into one of the changing stalls to put it on. The whole concept of costumes was rather ridiculous in his opinion, but at least he hadn't drawn one that was too terrible. Now clad in a robe, leggings, and accessorized with a rather steampunk-ish helm and staff the Technical Wizard (sighing internally at his own pun) stepped back out of the changing area and set off in search of Xander.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:35 am
"I'm not a dinosaur." Lennyka stated flatly even though her expression expressed a deflated chagrin. "I'm a dragon. A purple dragon." She paused. "Don't look at me as if I am pouting. I'm not. I'm not a dinosaur. I'm a dragon."
"One eyed, one 'orned, giant purple people eata~" Sorano began, but the opposite Dinkley immediately stuck two fingers up his nose and yanked down. Hard. "Oi! Ren, rem go om my mose! Rem go! Auw!"
"They didn't have any suitable dragon costumes besides this one. It's just lacking wings. That's all." Another pause. "Stop looking at me like that. Stop it. Stop."
Hazel eyes flickered elsewhere as she let her flailing brother go, smashed the dino head back onto her head, and folded her arms to look and be a petulant petal elsewhere. She hung in the background of S. Izaak Dinkley, the Gengar to his Clefable, and seemed to return to a natural state of hardened distaste for everything.
"So," Sorano said and coughed a little, reaching a hand to twiddle the tinsel of the glitter gold halo. "Y'want ta catch elsewhere? Is been a while since we seen each otha an' all . . . 'ould love ta have a propa 'oment and speak with ya-"
"Wait-"
"Alone." Sorano glared at Len. "If ya want ta, I mean."
Moose was milling around the place like the town idiot, counting the slaps he received on both left and right cheeks. There was even a punch in the stomach to drop into the bubbling cauldron, concocting up throbbing pulse of ouchie. So, what if he grabbed more asses than his palm could handle and hit on the wife of an ex-pro wrestling champ (why was a once wrestling champ there in the first place)? Nonetheless, his aim to find some mountain ranges to climb through the night was coming up with little success. He had lighted his cigar though, after getting blasted in the face by a gal's Charmander.
Felina rubbed the back of her head against his cheek for reassurance, blackening her crown with soot Moose had not cleaned off. "Tough evening today, kitty." he burbled with frustration. "Man. I've never had such bad luck in my life!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 8:52 am
Alba hadn't particularly jumped at the chance to go into the city. The city meant the chance of running into unfriendly faces. If the party was to be as big a to-do as rumor had it, though, surely he could go unnoticed for one evening. Besides, if the kid didn't get out for some air soon, he looked almost ready to huddle in a corner and start talking to himself (or the cleaning supplies).
Maybe it was part of getting older, but Alba had to smile at least a little at that. In any case, here they were, Alba following Inigo through the lines and into the sizable hall. He nodded at Inigo's question in agreement, and accepted his own ticket. Magician as well? Talk about a coincidence! "Make that two of us." He grinned and flashed his own ticket in front of the kid as they walked. "Any ideas?" Just how had the party hosts managed to accumulate such a costume collection? It was almost... scary.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 9:05 am
Luxury about jumped when a robot figured knocked into her, sending her still un-touched punch to the floor. She let out a cuss word and stared at the assaulter. Geeze what a costume! "You really went all-out, didn't you?" The grunt inquired, kicking away the fallen cup and protecting the rest of her shrimp. She had seen what he had done to the food table and was happy she had gotten there first.
"I'm Luxury." She sighed, figuring she wouldn't diss the poor kid any more. Besides, it was Halloween. Just because she hated it didn't mean she had to take it out on others.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 9:14 am
Mau had picked up on a few familiar faces in the crowd. He kept his head down, and his mouth hidden with the bandanna, looking the part of the old west movie villain. He spotted a couple people he had half a mine to go and speak to, but the rediculousness of this costume party thing, and his irritation kept him from approaching them. Instead, he found a table with cans of soda and plucked one up for himself. He was about to walk away when he spotted a girl against the far wall. She seemed as ill fitted to this party as he felt. Grabbing another can, he approached Aila. When he was close enough, he held out a hand with one of the soda's in it. "Reach for the sky." He said, trying to be 'in character' though his heart wasn't in it. Instead he settled for offering her the can. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, it was a masquerade. That's what Presea told herself as she was being fitted for a costume. Camphoreon was vastly different from what she had expected. That is, it was nothing her home in Fortree, nor was it like any place in Sinnoh she had been. Kodo was proving to be interesting already, and she'd been here but 2 days. She looked again at the stub she had drawn. RobotShe read it again and again. Her skin was painted silver, her hair drawn back in flowing pigtails... and she was in a maid's outfit with a giant wind up key on her back. She was like an old mechanical doll it seemed. But what was with the visor? And why a maid of all things? Somehow, she felt like someone's fettish robot. The final touches were added to her costume, and she was told to keep her stub with her so she could join the party. Presea didn't understand, but nodded and left. There were so many odd people here. A tall redheaded man in a dress having his hair fixed by a woman in ... what sort of costume was that? She wasn't sure. But it was good to know she wasn't the only one with a strange costume. She had Pyxis, her black purrloin, with her. The kitten pokemon had a little key strapped to his back as well. Presea had a small notebook and pen in hand, and was writing down quick shorthand notes as she observed the party from behind the blue and white visor. Even though currently, the small-statured woman was unemployed, she couldn't shake the need to report on everything. So she would take notes. Maybe this story would give her an edge the next time she applied for a job. She felt odd being a robotic doll, and people were running into her. Someone apologized, calling her a little girl. Presea simply had to hold her tongue and accept that no one would ever get it right.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 10:24 am
(@ Mau)
It was hard to overlook the mess that was being made at the refreshments table, given the noise that accompanied it. Aila looked on with a vague sense of pity for the costume's poor occupant; they obviously weren't terribly accustomed to it yet and had immediately gone for one of the most difficult maneuvers they could make under their given circumstances. It looked as though they had it under control, though-- oh, no, definitely not under control. The tablecloth was dragged from the surface, bringing a number of the table's contents crashing to the floor. Aila winced, but fortunately it seemed the clumsy robot had finally had enough of the havoc it had wrought, backing away from the table - and into one of the other attendees. Now they were just being careless.
She dismissed the robot's antics with a shake of her head and a light sigh. Her attention was redirected by the approach of another of the guests, and she was unable to immediately recognize his identity due to the diligence with which he had concealed his face. She found his voice familiar, though - but the meaning of his words was sadly lost on the girl. She had a very halting grasp of Western stereotypes. She did, however, dare a response, drawing from context clues. "Thank you?" It did seem that the soda was being offered to her, though what exactly that had to do with the sky was beyond her. She accepted the beverage nonetheless.
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