Oak Town. A quiet, quaint place with a lot of interesting things to study. Halloween. A Fiorean festival which seemed to celebrate the darker side of magic... and wear costumes. Nita found this curious in a captivating sort of way. Although the festival nowadays seemed to be just fine with anyone wearing outfits they normally didn't wear (Nita had absolutely no idea why anyone would say they were engaging in a costume event dressed as a police officer or firefighter), the fact remained that the much more popular costumes seemed to represent the frightful denizens of the night, creatures that no normal person would meet on a good day and be pleased in the slightest to do so. And still, people of all ages, from the wizened to the whelps, celebrated this event with all the gusto they could muster. Well, until any real stuff of nightmares showed its face in person, Nita had to admit that this was all very entertaining. And if any nightmare fodder showed itself, Nita hoped she would be enough to handle it. She was still quite wet behind the ears when it came to her newfound powers, and she knew she was still a long way to grasping and harnessing the Primordial powers she now possessed. Didn't mean she could not have fun.
"Uh... and what costume may we say you have on?"
Nita turned in the direction of the voice. She had decided to go with the flow and involve herself in the festivities, even going so far as to design her own costume, and it was one she felt proud of, if not for anything, for the effect it had on onlookers. The person that had spoken to her was a deeply tanned fellow of about her age, with light green hair (which strangely looked natural) and a bright smile. From his uniform, he was one of the folks organizing the costume competition she presently found herself in. The Pergrandian girl returned his smile and asked, "well, what do you think it is?"
"Not particularly sure, though I can't say I'm protesting."
"Use your imagination, love."
"Uh, okay. A number of leather straps, no shoes, a teeth string necklace, and little more... or less, than a fur bikini. I'd like to say maybe a stone age belle or something, though I don't think the prehistoric folk looked like this." But hey, as I said, no complaints from this corner.
Nita raised an eyebrow in a playfully sarcastic gesture. "Riiiiight. And I don't think aliens look like that, but hey, no complaints from this corner either." The green-haired fellow looked at the costumed alien Nita was referring to, and involuntarily made a face. "Heavens above! Is that supposed to be an alien, or a cross between an aardvark, a kettle and an elementary school mistake?"
Nita laughed and shook her head. "And you're here asking me what I'm supposed to be portraying with my costume, when you've got more urgent work to attend to. Be off with you, and make sure you find out exactly what sort of alien that fellow is trying to depict." She gave the man a playful push to send him on his way. He grinned again and tossed an object at her. She quickly caught it and looked at the candy corn kernel in her hand. "Keep it. And try to collect more. You might win prizes when you get enough. Oh, and your costume definitely has my vote!" Nita waved him off with a grin and a shooing gesture.
The costume contest was beginning to get boring, with people wasting time organizing themselves, and a ball of activity such as Nita was could not be standing and staring and moping the night away. After waiting a little longer, she extricated herself from the throng of competitors and spectators, eager to find the next corn kernel to acquire.
WC: 650
Costume Contest participated in- 1 Kernel
"Uh... and what costume may we say you have on?"
Nita turned in the direction of the voice. She had decided to go with the flow and involve herself in the festivities, even going so far as to design her own costume, and it was one she felt proud of, if not for anything, for the effect it had on onlookers. The person that had spoken to her was a deeply tanned fellow of about her age, with light green hair (which strangely looked natural) and a bright smile. From his uniform, he was one of the folks organizing the costume competition she presently found herself in. The Pergrandian girl returned his smile and asked, "well, what do you think it is?"
"Not particularly sure, though I can't say I'm protesting."
"Use your imagination, love."
"Uh, okay. A number of leather straps, no shoes, a teeth string necklace, and little more... or less, than a fur bikini. I'd like to say maybe a stone age belle or something, though I don't think the prehistoric folk looked like this." But hey, as I said, no complaints from this corner.
Nita raised an eyebrow in a playfully sarcastic gesture. "Riiiiight. And I don't think aliens look like that, but hey, no complaints from this corner either." The green-haired fellow looked at the costumed alien Nita was referring to, and involuntarily made a face. "Heavens above! Is that supposed to be an alien, or a cross between an aardvark, a kettle and an elementary school mistake?"
Nita laughed and shook her head. "And you're here asking me what I'm supposed to be portraying with my costume, when you've got more urgent work to attend to. Be off with you, and make sure you find out exactly what sort of alien that fellow is trying to depict." She gave the man a playful push to send him on his way. He grinned again and tossed an object at her. She quickly caught it and looked at the candy corn kernel in her hand. "Keep it. And try to collect more. You might win prizes when you get enough. Oh, and your costume definitely has my vote!" Nita waved him off with a grin and a shooing gesture.
The costume contest was beginning to get boring, with people wasting time organizing themselves, and a ball of activity such as Nita was could not be standing and staring and moping the night away. After waiting a little longer, she extricated herself from the throng of competitors and spectators, eager to find the next corn kernel to acquire.
WC: 650
Costume Contest participated in- 1 Kernel