(OoC: This is a Halloween ‘Charms-based RP. I'm going to leave it open-ended, so it could either be a social one, or somehow end up with some Halloween-themed murderer going around killing people )
‘Twas a chilly fall afternoon on the Pokecharms grounds. Most people were either inside next to the nice heaters, braving the cold and decorating the grounds for Halloween, or something in-between, such as decorating inside as well.
Secad, being the weird one, decided to help decorate outside, but she enjoyed the brisk air.
It also helped to be symbiotically bonded to a pyrokinetic gerbil. That certainly kept one toasty.
The outdoors around ‘Charms were decorated for Halloween, varying from the cutesy Pokemon-based decorations that wouldn't scare a first grader, to horrifying haunted houses filled with your classic blood-and-gore fare to more sophisticated, psychologically thrilling areas all on a gradient from one end of the grounds to another.
Secad was bundled up in her favorite blue-and-black plaid fall jacket (with fluffy pockets for Fi), a long sleeved grey shirt underneath a green PokeCharms t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and fluffy dark brown boots that Fi could hide in without being squooshed. She was even wearing the grey beanie (that for some reason, many people hated) over her dark-brown ponytail, squishing her side-swept bangs into a mass above one eye. Fi, the pyrokinetic white gerbil, of course, was wearing nothing. The only time she wore something was in the winter, and even then it was only a tiny, hand-crocheted sweater and a tailwarmer. Both of them were in a more intermediate area of the Halloween-decorated grounds with others, filled with haunted shadows, signs of ‘monsters', and places for people to pop out and chase you with rubber-bladed chainsaws, but not extreme blood and gore.
"Fi, hold this bit, will you?" Secad asked, struggling to get a rubber blade on said chainsaw. Later that night, it was her turn to chase people with a chainsaw. She loved freaking out people. Fi was going to surround the blade with fire as well, making the effect even creepier.
Sure. Fi said, hopping up from her bit of wood chew in Secad's pocket to nip on the rubber blade at a precise spot.
"Gracias, my little rodent." Secad replied, pressing the chainsaw base against a tree to get better leverage on putting on the tip.
De nada. Fi said, after Secad put the rest of the blade on, hopping down. By the way, is that mask going to fit our muzzle?
Fi was talking about the special hockey mask that they commissioned one of the artists here to make for them. In return, Secad gave them a packet of original poems. Ever since that ‘Charms haiku contest (which she won-She was insanely happy), Secad had been working on some poetry on random topics, from refrigerators to what goes through one's head in various situations. Some of them had potential, while others were kind of…odd.
"Yep, it will. It even stretches slightly, see?" Secad demonstrated, rubbing her pale, reddening hands afterward to prevent hives. She hated her chronic uticaria. It always seemed to be induced by cold. "It'll most likely fit when we've merged."
That's awesome! What's it made out of?
"I don't know, but it's probably got some sort of spandex material in it." Secad responded, now stretching it a little repetitively.
Spandex? Fi mused. Does it burn easily? she joked, picturing the possibilities while grooming her tail. It was getting mussed from a wet leaf.
"I don't know, but please don't try." Secad said, laughing.
‘Twas a chilly fall afternoon on the Pokecharms grounds. Most people were either inside next to the nice heaters, braving the cold and decorating the grounds for Halloween, or something in-between, such as decorating inside as well.
Secad, being the weird one, decided to help decorate outside, but she enjoyed the brisk air.
It also helped to be symbiotically bonded to a pyrokinetic gerbil. That certainly kept one toasty.
The outdoors around ‘Charms were decorated for Halloween, varying from the cutesy Pokemon-based decorations that wouldn't scare a first grader, to horrifying haunted houses filled with your classic blood-and-gore fare to more sophisticated, psychologically thrilling areas all on a gradient from one end of the grounds to another.
Secad was bundled up in her favorite blue-and-black plaid fall jacket (with fluffy pockets for Fi), a long sleeved grey shirt underneath a green PokeCharms t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and fluffy dark brown boots that Fi could hide in without being squooshed. She was even wearing the grey beanie (that for some reason, many people hated) over her dark-brown ponytail, squishing her side-swept bangs into a mass above one eye. Fi, the pyrokinetic white gerbil, of course, was wearing nothing. The only time she wore something was in the winter, and even then it was only a tiny, hand-crocheted sweater and a tailwarmer. Both of them were in a more intermediate area of the Halloween-decorated grounds with others, filled with haunted shadows, signs of ‘monsters', and places for people to pop out and chase you with rubber-bladed chainsaws, but not extreme blood and gore.
"Fi, hold this bit, will you?" Secad asked, struggling to get a rubber blade on said chainsaw. Later that night, it was her turn to chase people with a chainsaw. She loved freaking out people. Fi was going to surround the blade with fire as well, making the effect even creepier.
Sure. Fi said, hopping up from her bit of wood chew in Secad's pocket to nip on the rubber blade at a precise spot.
"Gracias, my little rodent." Secad replied, pressing the chainsaw base against a tree to get better leverage on putting on the tip.
De nada. Fi said, after Secad put the rest of the blade on, hopping down. By the way, is that mask going to fit our muzzle?
Fi was talking about the special hockey mask that they commissioned one of the artists here to make for them. In return, Secad gave them a packet of original poems. Ever since that ‘Charms haiku contest (which she won-She was insanely happy), Secad had been working on some poetry on random topics, from refrigerators to what goes through one's head in various situations. Some of them had potential, while others were kind of…odd.
"Yep, it will. It even stretches slightly, see?" Secad demonstrated, rubbing her pale, reddening hands afterward to prevent hives. She hated her chronic uticaria. It always seemed to be induced by cold. "It'll most likely fit when we've merged."
That's awesome! What's it made out of?
"I don't know, but it's probably got some sort of spandex material in it." Secad responded, now stretching it a little repetitively.
Spandex? Fi mused. Does it burn easily? she joked, picturing the possibilities while grooming her tail. It was getting mussed from a wet leaf.
"I don't know, but please don't try." Secad said, laughing.
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