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 Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 4:21 pm
The heavens sputtered and crackled as fireworks burst against the star-scattered sky; flutters of their sparkles intermingling before dissipating just to have more join them. Below, traditional chanting and dance clouded the cacophony of listless chatter from festival goers either gathering by the large pillar set up where drums were beat or those traveling from booth to booth buying artery-clogging foods or playing rigged games for the chance at a prize. Celebration had come to Zatao in one fell swoop; a band of revelers called for fun and games their first step off the boat from Hoenn. So, in honor of not just that region's legendaries, but all of them that keep the balance of the world in as taut as a strap, a festival was quickly thrown together to celebrate their blatant awesomeness. (Cue guitar riff.)
Soon, come the creep of evening to the fall of night, the flutter of yukata sleeves joined the simmering pop of deeply fried foods and curses from the mouths of people who failed their thirty-first attempt at a game. All were welcome to come and go as they pleased as the festival would continue until morn came. However, just as the event attracted people, it also attracted the curious eyes of Pokemon as well, and soon the festival was alight with activity from all walks of life.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 11:44 pm
{ I hope it's alright to post. If not, just let me know and I can erase what I have here. Additionally if anyone would like to interact with Mako, please quote me.}
He wasn't entirely sure why he'd showed up... yet here he was, at the grand festival that was alight and brimming with energy. Petite little Mako stood at the edge of it all, golden eyes narrowed and youthful face having that typical unimpressed expression, with a hint of disapproval. Look at all those people, having such a good time... smiling, and enjoying themselves.. Crowding up the place. What a bother! But that food did smell oh so enticing... varying from sugary sweets, succulent meats, and salty treats. The colognes managed to distract the pouting boy enough to make him give a soft little 'hmph' to himself. Well... maybe a few games could be fun to play. And... maybe he could try some of what ever those delicious aromas were. Arms crossing a bit tighter over his petite frame, Mako gave a final huff and marched his way on in.
The large bow atop the crown of his head bobbed faintly with his steps, eyes keeping straight ahead of him as he purposefully ignored any and everyone around him. He made sure to avoid eye contact, and only let his gaze slide from time to time to the games on display, or the food vendors. For a few moments he even got allured by the majestical way some of the foods were being prepared. That cotton candy maker... the taffy... those pretzels that were made from dough, and heated up by Pokemon... Rested comfortably on his shoulder, but having been somewhat hidden by a few tendrils from the long silky white high-ponytail, an Emolga peeped its tiny face out, nose twitching eagerly at the scents as well. Sparing a glance at his partner, Mako followed the electric rodents gaze, "Which ones do you want to try, Emile?" he asked lightly.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 4:58 pm
Manaveris looked around at the festival as she walked, curious about the massive gathering of people. She winced as someone bumped into her, her wounds from having fallen still not fully healed, and they covered nearly her entire body.
She'd never been to a festival, before - despite her pampered life style, she was never allowed to attend the loud festivities. As such, she had no idea what to expect.
"Yukatas! Get yer yukatas here! Direct from Hoenn!" A stall crier called out to her, perhaps seeing that she was not wearing the proverbial festival uniform. She came close to him. The stall runner seemed to flinch as he saw her wounds, but to his credit quickly pitched his sale regardless. She was thankful for it - she knew what she looked like, even before the countless people seeming to think that they were the first to notice. "Hello, yes! Good to see you, miss! You look like someone appreciative of the finer things in life - how about a yukata? Direct from Hoenn, you won't find better!" He gestured at the line of yukatas he had hanging up, in multitudes of different colors.
She grinned softly. "Sure. How much for the purple one?"
The man leaned in closer and smiled. "They're normally 4000 Poke, but for you, I'll go as low as 2000." He whispered conspiratorially. His words were a scam - the yukatas were normally 2000, but by saying they were in fact half off, he made the price look more appealing. Sheltered as she was, Manaveris didn't notice. She reached into her wallet and handed over the 2000 Poke. The man smiled wider and gave the girl the "discount" yukata as well as a "complimentary" pair of wooden sandals. Leading her to a dressing room, he closed the door behind her, allowing her to change into the fancy dresswear.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 4:18 am
Jem was having a blast.
Games, food, tiny explosions? This festival had her name written all over it!
She'd already done a circuit of the stalls, making a few purchases now, eying what she might try later, and had her hands full of goodies for her sisters.
She walked up to the yukata stall and called out to the man running the flimsy temporary structure.
"Hey man, do you have one of those little bags that matches this getup ya sold me earlier? There arn't any pockets in this thing!" 
She was wearing a bright kelly green yukata with golden-yellow flowers on it and a matching yellow obi. After nearly falling on her face, she'd hiked it up to fall just above her knees. (she needed the mobility more than she needed to look elegant)
The proprietor of the stall gave her a weary look but gestured to his wares nonetheless. "We have all sorts of kinchaku, in every color you can think of. They're 1500 poke each."
"Jeeze! What are they made of, gold? How 'bout 800?" Jem countered as she looked through the bags, trying to decide if she wanted yellow with green designs or green with yellow designs.
"Actually, they're made of authentic Cascoon silk straight from Hoenn. 1300."
"Cascoon silk? Really? Feels more like a Silcoon substitute to me. 1000."
"Fine, you can have it for 1000, just leave and don't come back! First the yukata and now this? You're going to ruin me!"
"Of course sir! Wouldn't wanna hinder your business, now would we?" Jem smiled and juggled the things in her hands to get out her wallet. She handed the money to the grumbling stallkeeper and chose a green and yellow bag which she began to place her things into.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 7:52 am
Cetus hadn't worn a yukata since she was a girl. She recalled how her father used to grip the obi and pull with all his strength after she returned from a festival, sending her round and round in a spin until she teetered from dizziness. It was so sweet, the memory made her gag. She wore a yukata now; a light teal garment the same shade as her short locks, decorated in the ebb and flow of curling waves. The Galactic grunt stood sage-like off to the side, sleeves together and her head bowed as a vein popped on her temple. She had initially brought Menkar along to pickpocket festival-goers, but as four tentacles slithered into people's pockets, two were clenched about the middle-aged woman's waist in a joyous hug. She was regretting ever coming along in the first place.
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Unfortunately, the same sentiment could not be shared by the fourteen year old that raced passed her. The festival had tugged the child out of the usually calm and collected Magnolia. Her eyes were aglitter with excitement as the fireworks of above reflected in her eyes. She too wore a yukata like the others, but she had to roll up the bottom and the sleeves because she had purchased a size larger than her petite form. The petal-spattered kimono nearly tangled above the wooden clogs on her feet as she stopped amongst the group to marvel at the heavens above.
"L-look Rho, how pretty!" she cheered with a forefinger pointed upwards. The Glameow rolled his eyes and hunkered down on her shoulders, however; indifferent to the current happenings about him. He wanted to nap, but the fireworks and the cheering humans about were too damn noisy. It was obvious he was going to hate this celebration.
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"C'mon people, move along. Keep it moving."
Osmond thinned his lips as he kept the group of revelers moving in whatever direction they were traveling in. He hated night shifts and, even worst, he was forced to man the festival as both a form of authority and overall night watch. The officer's annoyance was growing, but since he was just coming off of a certain reprimand, the middle-aged man was willing to agree with whatever demands his superiors required of him to return to a good opinion.
Sighing, he glanced down to Marlo by his heel. "It's gonna be a long night, buddy," he said.
"Aichiii," the Electric-type yawned.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 4:50 pm
The lovely scents of all the food had brought the large legendary Cat into the city. His head was constantly darting from one side the the next figuring what food stalls he wanted to raid first. Everything just smelled so delicious he couldn't make up his mind. Finally he chose a stall, and despite the shop keeper's protests the legendary pokemon continued to stuff his face with the fried food the stall held.
The color variant Raikou's ears twitched the the noises the humans made. Which only seemed to bring more of a crowd his way. Yet he continued to ignore them as he ate everything the shop owner had cooked up to sell.
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