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The ex-underground informant was amazed at the amount of enforcement present to make certain all attendees dressed accordingly. For someone of his nature, he found this to be suspicious, but merely decided to keep it in mind as he continued onward. Glancing down at the ticket he'd drawn out of the box, he considered what to wear once he entered the hall with the costumes available for dress-up. At least he didn't have a problem with his assigned role for the night.

"This might be more fun than I thought," he muttered quietly to himself, grinning at a cape he picked up, along with a pair of red tights. He'd need a mask too. Oh, the irony of it all! As if he didn't wear a metaphorical mask of a cheerful expression every day. His smile was all he needed to conceal his true emotions, intents, and purposes. What did a second layer hurt, though?

Initially, the man had just come out to Camphoeron to check out the event. He liked being where lots of people were, after all, and as an info-gatherer, that was where most of his work was best done. The fact that the city happened to be Camphoreon, his home town, was just a bonus. There were bound to be others he knew around here, whether from Team Rocket or just regular city folk. Only, they would all be in costume, as would he.

A superhero, of all things. Him, Izaya, who passed info onto street gangs, drug dealers, and yakuza members. With the way he used his knowledge, one might even have considered him to be a villain, manipulating 'innocent' civilians to his advantage. Of course, the fact that they even came to him in the first place for help was their own fault.

And he did just that! Didn't he help them? Izaya liked to think that everything he did was for his love of humanity. And so, despite the apparent irony, despite the fact that he was a member of a criminal society committing unlawful acts, the Rocket believed the role of 'superhero' fit him surprisingly well - even if only he could see why.

As he finished pulling up his gloves and securing his mask to hide his 'secret identity' (how many of those did he have, again? It was mind-boggling: a Rocket going as a civilian going as a superhero to this party), Izaya strode proudly into the crowd, peering about for signs of possible danger and, just maybe, some familiar faces.

Oh, if only Skunketsu the Mew boy and Tsuki his trusty sidekick could see him now.

Irritated was a light way of putting Mau's mood. The older man had a dour look on his face, and really, he didn't even know why he had come here. He'd been away from Kodo for months, and returning not even a month ago, and... ARGH! It was just frustrating.

But, he was here, and he had drawn a ticket for arceus only knows what reason. When he showed someone his ticket, he was rushed to a stock of old west themed items. The hell? "Cowboy..." He resigned himself to the fate of this... old west themed costume.

The people here really did go all out. He was saddled with black chaps over dark jeans, black cowboy boots with silver spurs. He pulled on a long black and red duster, embellished with silver trinkets, a bandanna, also in red and black, and a black 'cowboy' hat that shaded his eyes. Well, at least if he was going to be a cowboy, he could at least play the evil cowboy. Ngt finishing touch though was when someone glued on a fake handlebar mustache.

When he was costumed, he entered the main convention center hallways.

Ugh. Luxury was miserable. Did they really have to make attendees dress up? How childish! And a devil, at that. Parents dressed their babies in devil costumes. Preppy teens dressed in devil costumes. Slutty sluts dressed in devil costumes. Luxury did not dress in a devil costume.

And yet, here she was, standing in the middle of the big huge mess they called a costume room, trying on a pair of horns. Ugh.

Well fine then. She knew she wouldn't be the only devil, and frankly didn't care if she was the worst and least costume-y one there. She found a nice top, killer arm decor, pants she just might sneak out with, red combat boots and OH YES a pitchfork. She was stopped before she left, though, by a staffer insisting she needed a tail. With a roll of her eyes, she grabbed the nearest tail -which was attached to a belt- and donned it, finally able to get out of the chaos of the dressing room and into the chaos of the party.

And oh look, there was Nakura. Luxury snickered. A superhero. How ironic!

So.
Witch.
Well, that could go a few different ways.
Tambrey rejected 'skimpy' out-right. Just... no.
'Old-hag'... Hm, could be quite fun, but still... She didn't really fancy that; so she did have some vanity, okay, she was comfortable with that.
The hat she found was cute; it was a little bit stripey, with a pretty, contrasting, white strap under the buckle. It went quite well with some of the other pieces that she found to wear.
Losing her glasses really wasn't an option, but then, without needing to wear a mask for this, that wasn't a bad thing at all.
A cute 'ripped' skirt, a button down black coat, old fashioned gloves and some cute, gothic-esque accessories (a bow and a 'tattered' cape) completed her costume alongside some pointy, curl-toe boots. To make extra clear that she was a witch, she carried a stiff straw-brush broom along with her.

A pink Golbat accompanied her; Neph or Palu could have done as well and she was sure that Palu's scarf would make a good choice for the costume, but without knowing what she'd end up with, the grunt had just chosen her most appropriate, mostly well behaved pokemon. Even if he was pink, what could be better for Hallowe'en than Lasi?

At least there were some people she recognised here.
Steampunk was awesome- she was a little jealous that she hadn't gotten that herself, but she had to admit that Faleen did it very well...
Izaya the superhero got a bit of a grin. That was a nice look.

She didn't really recognise anyone else as yet, but she was enjoying herself seeing all these costumes already.

"Hi!" She greeted Izaya and Faleen, accompanied by an enthusiastic "Guh!" from Lasi. Both of them looked pretty happy to be there; Tambrey with a genuine, immediate smile and Lasi's large mouth fixed into what was likely his best attempt at a grin. Neither of them could stop looking around at all the costumes, though.

Whirling about in a dramatic pivot, Izaya turned to face his adresser, grinning delightedly as he recognized his partner. "Same to you," he answered, regarding the agent's metal-accented outfit. "As for the irony, I agree; but there's nothing at all ironic about your costume, now, is there?" A superhero would be ironic for any Team Rocket member. The steampunk fashion, on the other hand, only worked for a few, select individuals. Faleen was clearly one of them.

"I'll bet you could have made your own costume from scratch if they'd let you," Izaya commented, noting the gears and laughing lightly at the skirt. "Not that this one isn't fetching. Since when did you paint your nails?" Despite not seeming to be one for social events, Faleen's apperance suggested she really went all out this time. Either the party staff was more strict than he thought, or she was actually getting into the spirit of the season. It might not have been the same if she'd been assigned something like 'fairy princess', but it was a fun change to see the serious agent so dramatically transformed - asthetically at least, even if not expressed emotionally.

Waving a few fingers with a smile at Umbreon, the superhero looked back to the blonde young woman. "Faleen-san, you aren't planning to wear that mask the whole party, are you?" he teased. "I'd imagine it would make conversation somewhat difficult. Or was that your intention?" Truth be told, she wasn't the first one who he knew wore such a mask. Shinra's father wore a gas mask whenever he was in the city, claiming the air was too polluted to breath without a filter. Izaya also found this mildly disconcerting because it didn't allow him to fully read a person's face, especially when they were talking to him.

Hmm...he didn't trust Mairu or Kururi to behave here, but maybe Celty...she would enjoy this event. He didn't know what ghost-type wouldn't. As he contemplated bringing the dark ghost out, imagining what he could possibly costume her as, he felt another pair of eyes on him and glanced up. Luxury was snickering at him from across the room. He smirked and gave her a heroic salute, admiring how she had managed to get away with such a modern, punk-rock interpertation of a devil costume, complete with pitchfork, horns, tail, and a pair of tasteful, tiny leather wings. He had to admit, it was creative.

Everyones' costumes were; well coordinated, too. Pirates, princess, colors, themes...though there were only a limited number of roles to play, each person had adopted their own, personal version of them so that no two were alike. Even as he was surveying the crowd, he found yet another fellow Rocket and noted Tambrey's choices as a witch. She grinned at him and he bowed in turn, sweeping his long, black cape behind him.

Did superheros do that? Maybe it was more fitting for a magician or a sorcerer, but a cape was a cape. It reminded him of his parka or his fur-lined long coat that swept out in his wake. It was so grand! Come to think of it, nobility and royalty wore capes too, didn't they? Or robes, rather, but to the same effect. Yes, this costume suited him very nicely.

"Good evening, citizen!" he greeted Tambrey in a grand, 'heroic' manner of tone. "Looks like there's a great deal of trouble afoot. Might want to watch your backs, ladies; we're surrounded by staring men who're charmed by your lovely appearances." Eyeing Lasi and Umbreon, Izaya decided that maybe Celty could wait. He didn't think he could keep track of her among this crowd of people, especially while observing and trying to figure out who was who. Besides, with the other Rocket pokemon out, if there was, indeed, trouble, they would already be prepared.

"Remind me again...what are we doing here?" Faleen wouldn't come here for fun, would she? "I mean, I know why I'm here," he added, leaning in towards his partner, "But are you actually turning away from your actual robots for fake ones?"

In the midst of the dressing rooms, a tall redhead was putting on the last touches of his costume - a pair of bright white gloves - and looking over his reflection in the mirror to be certain that his costume was appropriate. He wasn't really the type of person who enjoyed these kinds of parties, even though he wore his magician's costume well. One might ask why he was here, and if so, the answer would be simple enough: the business he worked for had transferred him to Kodo, and was he here to see the environment and the people of Camphoreon City, to get an idea of what it would be like to live here.

Of course, the best method of lying was by not lying at all. Kratos Aurion really had been transferred to Kodo, and wanted to get an idea of what the people in this region were like. It had been a few years since he had last been back here, after all, and times, people, and trends tended to change. In reality, the business that Kratos referred to was not a generic office company as he allowed guests to assume, but rather Team Rocket. Until very recently he had been a part of the Sinnoh branch of the organization, and believed that coming to an event like this would provide a neutral environment in order to properly scout out his new location.

That didn't mean that he liked the costume aspect of this gathering, however, especially the method of choosing them. Granted, he had gotten off fairly lucky with a magician costume - he had already worn a dress once in his life and never wanted to do so again - but it was an impractical outfit and... quite frankly, top hats were silly. He had already attempted to leave once without one, and it was clear now that such things weren't to be allowed. So the 6'1" redhead had come up with a compromise, of sorts, and now that he was finished with his gloves, he could accomplish it.

Grabbing an overly-large top hat from the selection, he removed the red ribbon that bound it and released Miette from her pokéball. The pink pikachu took one look around and practically squealed with delight - the costume party was much like the costumes that Anna had often entered her in when she was alive. A hand-motion from Kratos, however, stopped her, and she looked up at him with an excited expression and a cheerful

"Pika?"

Without saying anything, Kratos took the hat's ribbon and tied it around her neck in a red bow. Being an intelligent pokémon (or at least one who was used to dressing up and performing), Miette took the initiative and jumped into the hat, which Kratos then picked up and carried over to the attendant, raising an eyebrow slightly, as if daring someone to comment on his use of the top hat or the pikachu's coloration.

"I trust this satisfies your requirements?" He asked, then, after a short but positive response, headed out into the main throng of the party. There were so many people here, and likely other Rockets as well. Yes... this was a good choice for learning more about the people of this region. And who knew? Maybe somewhere in all of this ridiculous pageantry, he could find something that would actually interest him.

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Meanwhile, a blue dinosaur with a long pink braid was winding her way through the crowds, accompanied by a misdreavus floating just above and slightly behind her left shoulder. Callista was less than thrilled with her costume, but there was no way anyone was getting her into one of those silly pajama-esque costumes. Instead, she had made her own version of it with some blue dinosaur-foot boots, a fake tail, plastic face mask and a liberal application of blue body paint. She had to wear a bikini with it and it was altogether more skimpy than she would like, but in the end she made a passable dinosaur.

Granted it was something she wouldn't be caught dead in normally, but she had the poor luck to draw the most impossible costume of all. At least she wasn't the only dinosaur around and it should be fairly easy to blend in. Really, she wasn't entirely sure why she had even come to this, except that it was an opportunity to get out of the base, something she had really needed after that raid. this party was big enough that her anonymity might be preserved even among the other Rockets that she had no doubt were in attendance.

Misa seemed fascinated by all the goings-on, and kept casting longing looks at every partygoer dressed as a ghost. The little ghost-type had never seen so many humans that looked like they were trying to be like her! And it looked like there were other ghost types around here, as well. With a soft screech, she tugged on Callista's braid, trying to get her attention. Couldn't they go say hello to the ghost-humans? Please?

"Alright Izumi, just sit still." the happy blond trainer settled herself down onto one of the stools provided, patting the seat she had moved in front of her, a light gesture to the bright blue haired women that she was with.

Rosie had drawn the costume for a Pirate, it was a surprising pick at first, and she wasn't sure how she would do it, but! with the help of Sera and her friends, Rosie quickly grew to adore the costume that had been put together.
It would be of no surprise that she was wearing an outfit that was dominantly pink, a layered skirt with a light blue sash, tired dramatically and elegantly around her waist.
A large pink pirate's hat with a long feather sat over her blond hair, Sure, she didn't look much like one of those scary dirty pirates, but if Rosie was a pirate, this is what she would look like!

"How is that new outfit looking Sera?" Rosie asked out loud, directed toward a heavy curtain was was standing behind where she was sitting, knowing her friend was behind it, trying on many different outfits for a much more tricky catigory... Dinosaur.

Rosie had to admit, she loved what Izumi had drawn, and it was so fitting, the women was so quiet and kind, just like a real angel.
Rosie had a lot of fun helping Izumi pick out the perfect costume for the theme to.
As the blond was preparing the makeup she was going to use on Izumi, comparing colors one last time, her blue eyes glanced over to see Kiss Kiss, her adorable little Pikachu walking awkwardly on her hind legs, holding something in her forepaws that looked like a large feathered head dress.
the pikachu let out a sigh as she dropped it onto the gorund infront of the curtain, and began to smack the fabric with one of her paws, calling out to Sera inside "Piiiiika! Chuuu! Pika Pi!"