Nacht Arena, Past

-The Arcanine takes the hit and... Just sorta collapses a little and plods over to the edge of the arena-

"Hellfire": Sorry mate... Head on back and have a treat buddy.

-Luke sighs and takes a breath while the Arcanine heads back up the ramp (assisted by Abomination the Magmortar)-

"Hellfire": Well then. I guess you won, good job.

-The crowd is kinda mixed on reactions. There's a fair amount of cheering but there's some murmurs of something else as Luke steps into the arena and grabs a small box from a waiting attendant who jumped the barrier-

"Hellfire": Come over here and get your badge, champ-to-be.

-The crowd actually gets a little more certain on their cheering after hearing that-

Mobius Outpost, Past

Wait you're..?

-Pent glances around and starts to quicken his pace deeper into the facility-

I'm coming buddy...

-A stray thought crosses his mind, would three pokemon even be enough to take on whatever is guarding the pen and the rest of his gear..?-

Mobius Outpost Elsewhere, Past

Lily Thane was having a bad day.
Clearly, because she'd been hauled away from personal projects in order to deal with this intrusion by some J-Team jerkwads.
Also the guards at the designated teleport room needed to radio HQ and get confirmation because she wasn't in uniform (She couldn't resist, with a new bag containing something so outstandingly stellar? The white dress and matching was a refreshing new look anyway).
Even now she strode through the deep halls, tutting a little at the architecture and how unprepared the staff seemed about the impending heroes. With a little flourish she hauled open the next door and scanned her eyes around the storage bay.

Lily Thane: This'll do.

She said, running over to the stairway onto the catwalks. She needed a proper place to stand while her enemies scurried below...
Taking a moment to breathe she glanced into the bag and slipped out a few items; Her own pokeballs, some portable speakers, the weird black sword just in case and that delightful little pen which she slipped behind her ear.
Was she forgetting something? Hm... There was that... No, she would keep that in the bag for now.
The later she pops the stunning revelation the better. She'd relish the look on his face once she brought out the plastic jar containing the Mythical pokemon Pent tried to hide from her...

Edited by Pentigan on Oct 26th 2018 at 11:25:41 PM

stormchaser

-Lila and Eva arrive-

Lila: We're here! And with plenty of time to spare!

Eva: I need to go grab some stuff from my room.

Lila: Same here.

-they head to the rooms-

Mobius Base, Kalos

-Clearly Pentigan hasn't met his borrowed Pokémon.-

PEFE HQ, before the party

-Pent had found himself a place that was quiet within the humming facility in order to unpack his emotions after the raid. To that end he's kinda just sitting there with his (original) phone plugged into his laptop and some other belongings laid out on the floor and his team having found likewise comfortable places around the room-

So. Despite some obvious things, everything's back in order...

/Duck/: >Ew, she's downloaded Transgression. Who even plays that anymore after they came out with Capumon GO?

Susan through the phone's speakers: I swear if she's leaked the single I'm gonna have to get the lawyers involved.

Shift: <Yo Sue, you're gonna be at the Asimov party?>

Susan through the phone's speakers: Nah I've got a charity gig at a hospital then Lati and I are gonna try and pull an all-nighter watching some spooky stuff.

Shift: <Dang. Well at least we'll be at the party, right Pent?>

Hmwhat? Uh... I dunno I mean it's a costume party and...

Φ: <And you've got the amulet, the pen and your folder of almost-definitely-creepy reference pictures back.>

But it's too... I haven't-

Shift: <-Earned it.>

-Pent is silent for a moment and tries to muster a glare...-

Oakley: <If my word's worth anything, I'd say you've done that already.>

Really I mean I haven't...

Carl: <Dude. You fought through a Team whatever base using only some loaner mons and rescued (almost) all your stuff.>

Ur: <... You saw what she did, if you didn't come rescue us then it would of been worse.>

... W-well I guess...

Shift: <Besides, if there's one occasion worth expressing this level of extra over it's a Halloween party.>

-Pent steels himself and sighs-

Yaknow what, fine. But I'm gonna need some help if we're doing it on short notice.

Shiny Braixen ♀: <Only if you help with my costume!>

Jammer: I'd like to be involved.

Φ: <Sure, I can lend some obscura if you wanna spread the drain out.>

Alright guys. Let's get to work.

As Pent went further and further in, the voice of the Pen got stronger.

-S... orry.... ad... me... oke... les...-

As Pentigan traveled further and further, a thick black ooze started to appear around him and overtook the hallways, it writhed slowly and seemed familiar, until the greenish tint appeared. This was the Pen's ink construct, somehow the facility staff here had gotten It to work.

The Pen's Avatar appeared, going for the base form it looked about and then saw Pentigan, -Oh sweet god, Kid! Ya made it! Look I'm stretching myself thin here just trying to reach you. Good news, they haven't broken me, bad news, the broke the rules. I have specific rules as a construct myself and usually that means only you and people you approve of, with obscura of course, can use me. They found a way around that and they've kickstarted something they call "Perfectly Symmetrical Violence", I'm tweaking it to make it work more in your favor, something of a better fighting chance. Look, I'm sorry this happened, I'll try to keep you directed but I'm currently in the hands of someone else, and I've drained my reserves trying to keep active and out of their control. Good luck, you'll need it!-

Behind Pentigan the ooze started to moan and take shape, a black and white version of Pentigan stood there, a dead look in it's eyes, it raised a hand and several elongated skulls formed.

The room Arthur had entered was large and filled with industrial doors, "Well, clearly I entered the wrong place," he muttered.

As the Knight began to walk about the room, the black ink dripped from the ceiling and formed itself into the shape of Arthur, Arthur looked over, "A Intruding Spirit?"

Cayde blinked, <Oh great. Perfectly Symmetrical Violence.>

Arthur stared at the drawing version of him, it flickered, almost as if something was wrong with it.

Elizabeth and Lyra would be faced with a Lyra clone, that flickered and slowly seemed to be getting larger.

Vi would see hers as well, it begun to shiver and shake and slowly change.

The Alonya Parody seems unstable.

Considering how late she joined, no parody for her, lucky her.

A Legault Clone was now gaining on the original Legault.

A Shaunzo Clone had formed, but it spat in Shaun's direction, and begun to shift in form, abandoning the bow and arrow, it became slimmer and more distinctly metal, a blade formed in its hands and the Oni mask shifted slightly.

"Waga kokoro meikyōshisui," It spoke, raising the sword to Shaun himself.

A Genji Shaun had been revealed.

The Pen's Avatar forms and claps, -Alright gang, great to be back, who's ready to get to work?-

Edited by EchoingSilence on Oct 26th 2018 at 7:23:27 AM

-Kai smiles-

Kai: Yeah. I dunno what I was so nervous about.

-The crew has returned.-

-Kai and Mason are in their respective rooms on the Stormchaser, finishing up costume prep.-

Edited by BittersweetNSour on Oct 26th 2018 at 9:32:48 AM

Asimov Transport

Jean, Jocelyn, and Tommy are waiting outside an Asimov transport. Jean and Jocelyn are dressed as [Mumen Rider] and [Saitama], respectively, while Tommy has a quiff and is dressed in an overcoat, suit and tie, and plus-fours.

Jocelyn: So are you supposed to be a youthful journalist and adventurer or a powerful being in Arceus' service?

Tommy: Yes. Apparently, my aunt loaned my Ghost Lord cosplay to a friend so I improvised. And couldn't Catelyn come?

Jean: We only had one plus-one guest and it's a school night. Wouldn't want her to fall behind in her studies plus I kind of owed Jocelyn a date night.

Tommy: We had plus-ones?

Jean: I did. You and Ivan were assigned press-passes. If anything, Ivan is your plus-one.

Tommy: That explains the IDs. Wait a minute.

Jean: We get to party while you and your assistant are on assignment.

Tommy: You know, I'm not gonna complain. These assignments are fun on their own.

Jean stares at the craft. He smiles, as though having yet another nostalgic episode.

Jean: I remember when the old guard assigned me to make a featurette of these things along with one of the engineering writers. I still don't completely get how they work, and Jacques and his jargon didn't help at all.

Jocelyn: Well, is everyone accounted for?

Tommy Well, there are the Albrights and Ivan. I dunno what's keeping them so long.

Shutter, dressed in an Arachna-Guy outfit, arrives, with a guy dressed as Crobatman... from the bad 1990s movie.

Shutter: Why.

Reynard: Good evening fellows. Allow me to break the ice.

Shutter: Gramps, again. That wasn't Crobatman. That was Mr. Articuno. And that portrayal was a travesty. The cartoon version was more tragic.

Reynard: I thought it was fun. Rip Stinger was clearly having a great time with that role.

Shutter: Then why didn't you just go as Mr. Articuno?

Reynard: Because I clearly look like George Clooney. And come on. Look who's talking. You're dressed up like that wise-cracking Arachna-Kid. Superheroes wear tights, capes, and dark leather.

Jean: The J-Team doesn't.

Tommy: And besides, given the costs of living in Castelia, I'd cut Arachna-Guy some slack for not having the budget for a proper super-suit. And I honestly think it makes him look like an Everyman hero.

Reynard: Anyway, where are my manners. Bona Sera, Shutterbug's friends. My name is Reynard Albright. I was the chocolate sculptor for the Asimov party.

Jean: Jean-Marie Martel, Senior Editor for Geographic Society—Kalos. Likewise, my beautiful wife...

Jocelyn: Jocelyn Joy. Yes, all those nurses and vets are my cousins, nieces, and... one of my sisters.

Tommy: Tommy. Tommy Petersen. We've met already.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Apr 25th 2024 at 4:57:11 PM

PEFE HQ

-PEFE!Every is talking to her robot, who is being piloted by Spark-

PEFE!Every: So I think my Drampa article is mostly ready for publication.

-she skritches Caretaker behind the ears-

Thanks for all the help.

Caretaker: <Naturally, dear.>

PEFE!Every: Please don't call me dear.

PEFE!Every Robot: Do you want me to take it to Tagg?

PEFE!Every: Hmm. Ordinarily, I would say yes.

-the robot holds out its hand-

PEFE!Every: But I would prefer not to give my research to someone pretending to be me.

-...-

PEFE!Every Robot(?): What gave it away?

PEFE!Every: First of all, you didn't refer to Dr. Tagg by title. Secondly, Spark is in my room, replaying the Empire Souls games in preparation for the third. Thirdly, that's not a beanie I own.

-...-

PEFE!Every Robot(?): ...It's a gray beanie. How can you even—

PEFE!Every: My real question is how you mimicked my outfit so closely.

PEFE!Every Robot(?), but I think we can hazard a guess: Uh, it's jeans and a T-shirt. I do own things that aren't blue.

PEFE!Every: I was mostly referring to the labcoat, which as far as I can tell was created by legendaries.

Ever, apparently: Occam's Razor, Pef.

-...-

PEFE!Every: Give it back.

Ever: After Halloween!

-After final preparations, Kai and Mason have arrived. As of right now, Kai is wearing the Rogue getup, albeit with the hood down, while Mason... doesn't seem to have gotten into costume quite yet.-

???: Hey, Kai! Glad to see you made it!

-Kai blinks and turns around, in time to see Diane running up to them. With a grin, they give Diane a big hug.-

Kai: Hi! I didn't know if you were actually coming or not.

Diane: Oh, definitely.

-She steps back, letting Kai see her impressively accurate recreation of the MCU version of Falcon's outfit.-

Kai: Ooooh. You got the wings, too?

Diane: Absolutely.

-She lets the wings unfold-

Diane: Unfortunately, not flight-capable. We were more focused on Skye's costume functionality.

-Kai blinks-

Kai: Skye? Where's she?

Diane: You'll see when she shows up at the competition.

-She winks.-

Kai: Oh boy.

-Diane grins, then tilts her head slightly.-

Diane: Is it just the lighting here, or did you dye your hair again?

Kai: O-oh, right! I went back to my natural brown, or at least a hair dye approximation. It'll be important for the costume I'm wearing in the competition, since it won't be this one.

Diane: Ooh.

-She leans in to speak a bit more hushed.-

Diane: And, I'm guessing, so people don't recognize you as the actual Rogue. Invoking a sorta "scar is on the wrong side" response and all, right?

Kai: Yeah. Thanks again for helping keep my cover, by the way, I don't know what I'd do if that info got out...

Diane: Gladly. It's what BF Fs are for.

-They share another hug, and go to find other people.-

Asimov Island

-Though the party hasn't properly started yet, there are already a few people hanging around the island, having been delivered there by Asimov's jets or other plot convenient means of transportation.-

-Firstly, Lucius is hanging around the bar, dressed as a certain Jedi Master Knight with one sleeve ending abruptly above the elbow. He's currently taking the opportunity to take a sip of everything he can get his hands on.-

Lucius: Ugh, more wine. Why can't they serve up some decent beer around here?

-His brother, who is standing next to Lucius with fake dirt spread over his cheeks and clad in a ginger wig and battered robes, winces slightly.-

Liam: Um... I d-don't think the bar's even open yet.

Lucius: All the more reason to put out better drinks, then.

-Elsewhere, two girls are leaning against the buffet table. One has let her hair return to its natural red and is wearing green tights with a leafy green leotard, while the other is wearing white facepaint, a domino mask, and a chequered red-and-black bodysuit.-

Alice: I still cannot believe that you were able to talk me into this.

Lissa: Hey, Ivy and Harley are comic book classics! Plus it's a great couples costume too.

Alice: ...Surely I don't need to point out the obvious fact that we're not a couple?

Lissa: Technicalities. Besides, guys and girls both go ga-ga for Harley. Surely I'm bound to meet someone at this party who wants a little mad love.

-Alice sighs.-

Alice: At least you are transparent with your intentions.

-Nearby, a girl with pink-and-black hair split down the middle and matching eyes is helping herself to the table's contents.-

-Finally, Tara and Dani are also here, dressed as Pharah and Mercy respectively and looking curiously at the third member of their party.-

Dani: So... who are you meant to be again?

-Their companion, who has traded out his normal blue suit for a lighter blue one that happens to include a bowler hat, bowtie, and ridiculous handlebar moustache, feigns indignation.-

Shun: Why, do you not recognise the great Poirot? Rest assured, I am the best detective there ever was!

Tara: ...Nope. Not ringing any bells.

-Shun slumps.-

Shun: This is going to be a long night...

Edited by Herbert40k on Nov 6th 2018 at 11:09:27 AM

-a portal opens and deposits two people on the coast-

Pianis: Warriors of the frozen wastes, rise.

-Pianis is dressed as The Lich King again, complete with hair dyed white, but missing the helm-

Fortis: Hey! That's the same costume you used last year!

Pianis: It's a good costume. Would be better if I knew where my helmet was.

Fortis: What about dressing in something new though?

Pianis: What are you supposed to be anyway?

Fortis: I'm Astral!

-Fortis is wearing a pair of Lunala wings under her arms, plus a tiara in the shape of a Lunala head-

Fortis: And she's me!

-Astral flies through the portal; they are wearing one of Fortis' old dresses, with the arm holes extended to fit their wings-

-they also have a purple ribbon on their head-

Astral: <I don't understand.>

Fortis: It's cute! We're dressed as each other!

Astral: <But what purpose does wearing things like this serve?>

Pianis: Where's Piano though?

Fortis: I dunno! She said she didn't want Astral to take her 'cause she was busy prepping stuff!

Pianis: Huh. Wonder if Forte will show up too.

Forte: Oh come on! Where is Asimov Island even supposed to be?

Marine: <Who cares?>

Harold smiles and takes a bow, "Was a worthy fight Hellfire! Quite the challenge in fact, thank you for a great match!"

Stylus bowed as well, though a little slower.

The Stadium is positively properly packed and about ready to begin, members of PEFE, Team Asimov, J-Team and others were all about the local, the ceiling having been closed in case of rain (and when you're on a island out at sea that's pretty likely) and the stadium filled with various stands of goodies, games, and of course, loads and loads of snacks.

Johnny stood in one of the rafters with Carol, he was dressed up as Alex from The Expanse, while Carol had died her hair and was dressed up as Zero Suit Samus. "So, where's the boss?"

Carol shrugged, "Off explaining to the press why the part is happening last I checked. Apparently "Cause it's halloween" isn't enough. So he came up with some junk about encouraging cohesion with PEFE and the J-Team since Asimov is in a partnership with PEFE currently."

Johnny took a swig from his flask, "Makes sense."

The Party below was really picking up, "Say where's our trend setter troublemaker?" Carol asked.

Johnny smirked a bit, "Wait and see... just wait and see..."

Arthur walked through the party, a Red leather coat with some simpler gear underneath◊, toy pistols in holsters and a big sword (which he had no doubt forged himself) strapped to his back. Halloween, seemed like a fun time of year, lots of people were around dressed up and everything.

It was nice, though, he almost swore he could hear music as footsteps approached him. Arthur wheeled about and was face to face with Denali, dressed up in a Purpleish Blue suit with their hair died a golden blonde, subtle features on their face having shifted. Arthur smiled a bit, "Nice costume."

Denali grinned, "You're welcome Dante, ready for this party to get crazy?"

"Oh absolutely, I'm actually really enjoying the games, very difficult, but video games, great invention. Though I don't recognize your outfit, seems I still need to immerse my knowledge of pop culture."

Denali laughed, "Fair enough, oh and for tonight, feel free to refer to me with Male Pronouns, helps keep me in character."

Arthur blinked, "Wait in character, what do you me-"

Denali clicked his thumb down and a nearby Jack-o-lantern exploded, Arthur staring in shock at what had just happened, "Uuhhh..."

The crowd was moved aside by some security and Security PRBs as a black van drove in through one of the side entrances, Zeke seen behind the wheel, rocking a Nick Fury costume. Some murmurs were heard as the van drove forward, Carol up on the Rafters staring down going, "What's he planning..."

The answer came very soon as Johnny clicked a button on the remote, and soon the entire Stadium was filled with sound.

Out stepped a figure in Zeke's path, black leather armor, a thick mask, messy hair, and a silvery metal left arm, with a crimson red star on it. In the man's hand was a launcher device with some sort of disk, he said one thing; "Целевое зрение", and then he fired.

The car was struck, flipped over and skidded along, the man stepping out of the way of the flaming wreck, Carol in absolute shock as Johnny laughed a bit. The Man marched over to the car, gripped onto it with his metal arm and tore the door right off its hinge, revealing a hole, he tilted his head slightly and then turned to the crowds.

The lights went out, someone screamed, and then they were on again. Ezekiel was now standing on the stage just fine, the Winter Soldier esque figure beside him, who removed his mask and goggles, revealing Silas, a sly smirk across his face.

"THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING!" Zeke began, "I apologize for the theatrics but when I learned of what my friend here decided to dress up as I couldn't resist! I want to just thank everyone here for attending Asimov's first major PEFE Partnership Halloween party, enjoy! Drink, Eat! Play some of the games, win prizes! Just enjoy yourselves as this night only comes once a year! And for those here for our costume contest, well!"

A light shone on a podium with a empty book on it, "Just sign up there and in but a few hours we'll get to the good part! And to our judges, remember!"

Zeke flipped up the eyepatch and revealed the milky white left eye, a contact lense no doubt, "You need to keep both eyes open!"

With that, the party had officially begun. Silas hopped down to meet his team, Harold, who had shaven and was dressed up as Saitama, and Ribbon who was dressed as Jyn Erso, with Bishop piloting a K2S0 PRB.

"Ready for some fun?"

"Born ready."

Edited by EchoingSilence on Oct 26th 2018 at 12:40:52 PM

Asimov Island

-Ever is here. PEFE!Every doesn't seem to have gotten her coat back-

-they're skulking around by the bar, doing their best to pretend to be PEFE!Every by getting drunk as quickly as possible-

-what about the others?-

Brie: It's...not a costume.

PEFE!Every:    Sure it is. I can switch back whenever I want.   

Brie: But you're not wearing anything.

PEFE!Every:    There's no need for modesty or temperature control.   

Brie: It's horrifying.

PEFE!Every:    It's Halloween!   

Brie: How'd you even manage it?

Flashback

Ditto: <So, uh...what is it exactly you want to look like?>

PEFE!Every: Just fuck me up.

End Flashback

Brie: ...Why.

PEFE!Every:    To win the costume contest. I don't understand why you're so bothered.   

Brie: Because my cousin has turned herself into...that.

PEFE!Every: (in a hurt-sounding rasp)    Well, what are you supposed to be?   

Brie: Glad you asked!

-she does a quick twirl. While she's not wearing a scalesuit, it's a close thing, with large wings and a tail, and she's wearing some sort of dragon head gauntlet over her right arm-

Brie: Elemental Hero Flame Wingman!

PEFE!Every: -tilts what is probably a head-

Brie: ...Come on, really? Nothing?

PEFE!Every:    Is he from a show?   

Brie: (deflating) Uh, kind of, yeah.

PEFE!Every:    Huh. It looks interesting.   

Brie: Your voice sounds awful.

-Amanita is here too!-

-she's perched on Emperor's back and has done some work to disguise her legs and his head-

-this has one major drawback, which is that she is currently trusting her fate to Emperor-

Emperor: <ONWARDS TO VICTORY!> -slams headfirst into a wall-

Amanita: -sighs-

Asimov Island, reception area

Hank Harvey, dressed in an over-the-top 18th Century robe, is deep in conversation. Harvey is accompanied by his daughter, the beautiful Jane Stacy, dressed in a form-flattering facsimile of the courtly dress of Sir Aaron. Next to the Harveys are a man dressed as a knight in 15th Century armor and his honedge and a younger, blond woman wearing a replica of the Ghost Lord's armor.

Hank Harvey: So, how goes the fossil business. Been to any good nude beaches, lately, professor?

Jane Stacy: Father, that is very impolite. Oooh. The program has started. Terribly sorry once again, Professor Hawthorn.

Professor Hawthorn: Think nothing of it, Jane. And a pleasure to see you, too, Hank.

Stephanie: Jane, I love you hair.

Jane stares at the Ghost Lord's armor, a convincing plastic facsimile with a level of detail attributed to a specific group of nerds from Castelia City University, where Professor Hawthorn once taught.

Jane Stacy: I think I recognize that outfit.

Stephanie: I borrowed it from one of my dad's friends. I spent a bit too much time helping my dad and late ancestor select their costumes that I wasn't able to find my own.

The honedge floats in, seemingly trying to draw attention to itself.

She called it. This was Tommy's over-the-top accurate outfit.

Jane Stacy: Petersen's?

Stephanie: Yeah. He used be my dad's intern.

Jane Stacy: We used to date.

Stephanie: No, you shut up.

Jane Stacy: It's complicated... so, we're all doing a historical theme. How quaint. I take it that your father and you went to the museum to get everything right.

Stephanie: Like you wouldn't believe. That is actual period steel. This one, though is made of plastic, but it's a pretty good match. Tommy's cute and all, but he's such a geek when it comes to these things. The level of detail is absurd.

Jane Stacy: That's him alright.

Meanwhile, the honedge floats away and spots something oddly familiar about the guy dressed up as the metal-armed anti-hero.

Sir Guiscard: <No... it can't be. The undying knight lives.>

Edited by MasterJayAM on Jul 12th 2022 at 6:45:46 PM

-Suddenly, Alice might find herself swept off her feet in a princess carry!-

-Which is certainly an uncommon phenomenon, considering both who's being carried and who's doing the carrying.-

Rogue!Kai: Fancy meeting you here.

-In the distance, Diane is giggling at the theatrics pertaining to the party's official start-

Asimov Island, Reception area

Alyesha now was also showing up along with Matvey. Alyesha was in a maid attire walking over to the reception desk to get into the party

Asimov Island

-Lucius, who has already had a few and as such isn't quite as perceptive or inhibited as he usually is (which in all honesty is setting the bar pretty low to begin with) notices Ever skulking by the bar and raises a drink to them.-

Lucius: Oh, hey there, Grey! I mean, er, PEFE!Every. Liam, this is the scientist lady I was telling you about, the one with the Ditto cells.

Liam: Um...

-Liam currently has the expression of a kid at a family gathering being introduced to a relative he's expected to recognise but doesn't.-

Liam: I mean, I... I think I r-remember you mentioning her...

Lucius: Great! So Grey, how come you're not all dressed up tonight, huh? I mean, you do you, but you being you I was expecting something a bit more... you, you know?

-Meanwhile, Alice lets out a little involuntary gasp as she's swept off her feet by Kai, before giggling rather uncharacteristically.-

Alice: Oh my, how scandalous! This dashing Rogue has come to snatch me away in the middle of such a public party! What sort of mischief do you have in mind this time, I wonder?

-She grins and places a kiss on Kai's forehead as Lissa rolls her eyes.-

Asimov Island

-a Hunter of Hunters is stalking the snack bars-

Channah: -muffled under the plague doctor mask- Ey, bacon-wrapped scallops. -c o n s u m e s, with some difficulty-

-a Green Requiem pops out of the Hunter's Murkrow feathers, spitting out a few from under its hat-

Thierry: < might there be any mankey's paws. or perhaps a telltale heart >

Channah: ...Nnno. I don't see any.

Thierry: < then what about eyeball cake pops >

Channah: Yeah, that sounds more doable. -goes off in search of more snacks-

Asimov Island Party Reception (Line)

About three or four people materialized a distance away from the party reception, teleported in by a Delphox wearing some sort of costume but she wasn't out long enough for anyone to see what she was wearing, mostly due to the flash from the teleport obscuring her return.

If there was anyone nearby they may have been able to recognize the forms of Colton, Human!Amaterasu, and Roy.

Colton had slicked back his now deep purple-dyed hair, holding it in place with a headband adorned by two large, purple feline ears. Snaking out from behind him and just waving around rather aimlessly was a purple tail half as long as he was tall, which inadvertently drew attention to a pair of blue [hammer pants] he was wearing in substitution of blue jeans.

Replacing his jacket was a particularly tight shirt that seemed to have a faint outline of a ribcage on it, almost making him look shirtless and emaciated. His neck was adorned with a golden band that looked like it would choke him if it were any tighter, and his shoulders were adorned with a large black band that draped over his shoulders and had some black and blue stripes on it.

Around his wrists, which were hard to see due to his hands held behind his back, were two golden bands that extended from his wrists to his forearms, hiding where the shirt's sleeves ended. However, a pair of deep purple gloves, adorned with claws, were on his hands, said gloves also tucked into the bracelets.

Amaterasu didn't look like she slacked on her costume that much, either. Her hair dyed blond and styled to obscure part of her face, Amaterasu bore a look of composure her trainer was unfamiliar with. From her shoulders down to the floor was a sky blue dress that appeared to sparkle in the light. The faint shape of some stars could be seen at the bottom of the dress.

In the same hand that held a star-tipped wand was a little plush star with beady eyes. A silver crown rested on her head.

Also Roy dressed up like [Tuxedo Mask].

"So, we're doing this," Amaterasu observed, one of the stars on her dress inadvertently shifting into a kanji character no one could read due to how faint it was.

"Yeah," Roy added. "Costume contest. How does that even work?" He asked nervously, pulling down on the brim of his hat.

"Hell if I know," Colton shrugged, speaking in a slightly gravelly voice. "Every party I've ever been to never had any sort of contest."

"I suppose we'll just wing it until we can figure it out," Amaterasu decided.

"[When in Rome,]" Roy started sagely, pulling out a silk rose from inside his jacket. "[do as the Romans do.]"

Eventually they'll get into the party and will be open for interactions. Probably might treat themselves to some snacks first.

Edited by AbsentCoder on Oct 26th 2018 at 11:12:15 AM

-Kai grins, cheeks tinting as Alice kisses their forehead.-

Kai: Worry not, my dear, I have no intention of snatching you away. I wouldn't want to spread fear at a gathering like this, would I? I far prefer subtlety.

-They give a return kiss, before setting Alice down.-

Kai: Also that was the most adorable you've ever been holy shit. I should surprise you more often~

Asimov Island

"PEFE!Every": Hey, Liam! We've met, but to be fair it was a stressful moment. I don't blame you for not remembering.

-they grin wickedly-

Well, Lu, the masks we wear are best...

-they remove their hat, revealing a head of astonishingly fluffy electric blue hair-

When nobody recognizes them as masks in the first place.

Asimov Island, reception hall

Tommy: You know, what I like about this outfit is how versatile it is. On its own, just paired with the quiff, you'd think it was a getup for [Tintin], but then you unfurl the pants and boom, [Castiel], then add my handy dandy pair of glasses and bam, [The Doctor]. And then we can add this badge thingy and, bam, [Inspector Zenigata]. Ditch the overcoat, [Jake Peralta] and... oh boy.

Shutter: What is it now? Air sick?

Tommy: I don't get airsick. I'm just having that weird feeling that something's wrong.

Shutter: Don't worry about that. Arachna-Guy's on the case.

[Laugh track]

Shutter: Anyway, you guys go and sign up. We ineligible folks have a town to paint red. Come Crobatman, you have a grandson to embarrass.

Reynard holds his cape on his face.

Shutter: We can work with this.

Reynard: I am the Night.

Tommy: Is that... Hank Harvey? What kind of clown attire is that?

Jean: Late 18th Century Aristocrat; a modernized version remains popular with some of the remaining noble families in Kalos with the exception of the Macrauls, but never to that level of ostentatious display.

Jocelyn: Even looks like a Macraul noble, though. Lionel of Dendemille, if I recall, orchestrator of the plot to overthrow the Solar King of Kalos.

Jean: The people beat him to it.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Oct 27th 2018 at 2:27:27 AM

Asimov Island

-beneath a table bearing chips and salsa, a young ghost levitating a cardboard scythe and toy motorcycle peaks out at the assembly-

Shuppet That Is Not Riding A Motorcycle But Dragging A Toy Under It: <I don't see the target... are you sure she'll even be here?>

Pichu With A Sharingan Contact Lens: <She's our only hope of completing the project. It would be a narrative waste for us to come all the way here for nothing.>

Shuppet That Is Not Riding A Motorcycle But Dragging A Toy Under It: <Does it really work like that?>

Pichu With A Sharingan Contact Lens: <She'll be here.>

Asimov Island

-Lucius nearly chokes on his drink as Ever takes off their beanie.-

Lucius: Gak! Uh... hey, Ever. I mean... I knew it was you all along, that was just a test. I... I just had to make sure that you weren't Pef disguising herself as Pef, y'know?

-At the same time, Liam's eyes widen.-

Liam: Oh... y-yeah. I... I r-remember you...

-His gaze drops to the floor like a leaden weight.-

-Alice continues grinning as Kai sets her down.-

Alice: Oh, do you? Because I seem to recall you made quite a scene last time around. Not that I am in any position to complain, mind you, since you seem to be quite a noble soul as far as scoundrels go.

-She smirks, before suddenly sweeping Kai up in a princess carry of her own.-

Alice: And me, adorable? If you keep spreading such rumours about me I'm going to have to lock you up for your own good.

Edited by Herbert40k on Oct 26th 2018 at 7:36:02 PM

Nana's here! And she bothered to dress up!

Her hair is dyed platinum blonde fading to pink, and pinned up so as to look like a bob; she's wearing a long coat with a huge zipper and pink tights underneath, with matching shoes. Capping off the look is an odd white and pink crown and black makeup drawn to give her a raccoon-eyed look and a mole under her lip. What an unusual costume...

She slams a hand on the counter. "There food at this party?"