Michael Brooklyn Morgan "Red Alert"
Strife! Halloween Beatdown
A new dawn heralded the Neutral Grounds. Michael awoke early in the morning, with a mug of fresh hot coffee in hand made by one of his reliable robot appliances. A sip, if not more, to warm himself up for the day, yet the bitter taste made him a little repulsed as usual. He wasn’t fond of the coffee’s taste, preferring the sweetness of cocoa, but that one was a little too sweet. He took a few more sips of coffee on the balcony of his apartment, regaling him of the spectacular view of the city. The sun was just beyond the horizon, and he was early. Way too early. It’s like those times when he had to leave this early for a job he wished to finish at noon or something like that, as his wont as a mercenary for hire in the previous year. Today, he’s lazing about, but this period of inactivity made him skittish. He isn’t used to being lazy and was always one who needed work. Mayhaps new job postings have been posted. He turned around and went inside, inspecting the calendar hanging near the balcony door. Upon closer inspection, a date was circled with a big red mark. And then it hit him - it was Halloween.
He had made plans prior with Giselle to attend the event in the Neutral Grounds, but to think that he forgot. And he doesn’t have a costume! Though he had no need to panic, he would not hear the end of Giselle’s rant on having a boring ass costume. He sifted through his wardrobe to try and see if there’s anything he can use as a costume, but to no avail. There was none. “I see.” No he doesn’t - he can’t see anything worth making a costume out of, as most of it is just casual clothing.
“Hm… this is quite the conundrum.” He thought to himself as he sat on his bed in deep thought, trying to think of what he can use as a costume. Perhaps his room back at House Morgan has some costumes, though he doesn’t remember anything. No, not while he has no memory of his past Halloween. Logically, there is only one thing he can do - use his psionic powers. He just needs to acquire fabrics, some leather, a little shade like this, some glue, threads, and the immediate knowledge of costume makers - tailoring, leatherworking, etc. All the necessary skills he can emulate with only a portion of his power, a powerful skill for anyone aspiring to be a professional. He did so as he went for them a few hours later, when the stalls and stores in the shopping district were open, of course. Then there’s also the question of what to wear, with a variety to choose from. A vampire? A werewolf lumberjack? A mummy? All seemed too basic to him, however. He came up with a decision before deciding what materials to buy - a wayward knight under the rule of the phoenix. A grand concept, of course, but it’s something he’s capable of doing within his own psionic powers. Later with his precise and articulate movement of his tools with his telekinesis, he was able to finish his costume in more or less two hours or so, with a lot of vacant time before evening came.
Darkness crept as evening came. He remembered that he and Giselle were going to meet up somewhere around the entrance of the venue. The streets were already populated by event goers and contest participants. Standing out among the crowd is Giselle, adorning a beautiful and sparkly blue dress complimented by what looks like nine crystalline tails that can form into one big tail, and fox ears. He doesn’t know how she achieved this, mayhaps with the help of magitech. One thing’s for sure - she stands out like a sore thumb, or fabulous thumb in that matter. Among all the costume ones, perhaps he was the only one with an arm that looked like it was burning. It’s not demonic, no, at least it doesn’t appear to be. “Otherworldly” might be a better descriptor. “Michael! Perfect timing!” The blonde didn’t waste a single second as she spotted him among the crowd, rushing to him and grabbing his arm, dragging him along to what looks like a stage for a costume contest. It was already too late to protest, but at least he has something to do.
He was dragged to where the booth for the costume contest was, and he already saw what was coming. She had both of them register, though to her knowledge, he didn’t know what he was going to wear. She was floored when Michael arrived and looked fearsome. “I had us register for the costume contest and I juuuust have to win! Either you or me, now that I, like, look at your very cool costume. But still! This will be fuuun, I swear.” “...okay.” He just shrugged, as if he had a say on it, “I guess the winner will be announced later?”
“Oh you bet! Like, I can guarantee that either of us will be picked. Or, like, me. Because I’m too fabulous.” Something tells him that Giselle doesn’t quite get what costume contests mean, more so when Halloween is involved. Still, there’s still time to enjoy everything the venue has to offer, like that one booth with refreshments. Questionable, perhaps, but the mystery is what makes it so exciting! At least, to her. The esper doubts he’s going to enjoy this, if he can’t even enjoy coffee. He could just as well use telekinesis to grab a couple of them or so, but that’d just rouse suspicion. “That looks interesting.” he commented on it.
“It looks exciting! Let’s go get some." Giselle said as she rushed towards the booth, leaving Michael to his own devices for awhile before returning with the suspicious but welcome refreshments.
POST WORD COUNT: 995
JOB WORD COUNT: 995 / 2000
MEL @ WW
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