#johtomoonfest2023

[kokorowoutsu]

-- JMT: @combattorque 1

@combattorque​

It's loud, as people dance and party in preparation of the festival. Eri bumps into Grusha on accident, and she turns to apologize, before pausing. "...You seem familiar," she notes, tilting her head. "But don't mind me, sorry about that." (@combattorque)

Catching himself against his cane, he looks over at the person who had bumped into him. He had been in front of the masks with his Eevee, Ezio, on his shoulder when this person had bumped into him -- well, a young woman now that he got a better look at her and by her tone.

( She was rather tall though, wasn’t she? )

“... Grusha. Paldea Gym Leader. Ice-type Specialist.” He spoke quietly but quickly. He had to wonder if she was from Paldea or knew of him from his previous and more favored occupation of being a Snowboarder. Either or would determine if he was up for conversation or not. Ezio’s tail swished from where he was at, now watching Eri with a curious look in his eyes -- albeit his demeanor was just as guarded as his trainer.

“Were you... interested in the masks as well?”

[monterraverde]

@earth-master | X

She can’t help but laugh faintly at the praise, nodding at him talking about the river. No WAY was she risking this thing getting dirty- It looked like it cost a fortune, like it was made for a queen or princess.

“Ah- Yeah, it was something my mom loved doing. She was a champion Flamenco dancer before she had us, but took to coaching after we were born so she could stay home in Paldea. It’s been a sort of secret comfort for a long time… Battled with how I felt about it after she passed, being her first student and all.” She shrugs, sort of mimicking how he had his hands folded, the giant sleeves of the kimono all but hiding them.

“That Oricorio I have was originally hers, one she passed to me and I shamefully kept hidden in a PC box forever. I didn’t know how to really process my grief, but… This whole festivals been really cathartic, and I think I finally got to move past it.”

[prestochange]

@cursedmystic​

She’d say it’s not like him but it absolutely is. Gengar leaps into her shadow and Haunter bursts into cackle-laughter from her hair, a shadow hand extending out to grab his head and scratch.

Poor thing.

“Okay. Let’s find him.”

She pressed a palm forward, glowing green, twisting her fingers and blowing green, shimmering dust off of the tips. It flickers, and flies about like fairy light, attaching to much of the area.

[bluesthebest]

"Nice to see the kid finally have some fun!"

@trainerkuroi

[redlegend-a]

@drgnbld

<< Alright, thanks. >>

He scratches under his cap. He's left behind the formal clothes for his usual coat and jeans, and his new Ponyta had not left his side. Once again he was covered in Pokemon.

<< Did you see the fight last night? Does that happen normally? >>

[emmetrain]

Moon Festival: URS edition! ( @shepherd-tothestars )

[talubld-archive]

JOHTO MOON FESTIVAL.

he's spent the entire festival fairy inconspicuous: walking around with barely any socialising except the odd hello's here and there, speaking with the pokémon who bump into his path. every year kaito wanders around the streets of mahogany town as a secret guardian - there in case his great lord needed to be called upon or to help if things go beyond the capable hands of those involved with the festival - he's yet to reveal himself, but any conversation with him one won't be able to deny the inhuman aura which surrounds him nor the way their senses calm in his presence like the soft waves of the sea rolling in.

[telekinetiq]

is he going to have to interrogate a baby Squirtle like he's on an episode of PokéLaw & Order? it absolutely cannot be a COINCIDENCE with that nickname— he's going to have a panic attack, What the Absolute Hell-

[vixletserenity]

Her yukata for the festival!

[kokorowoutsu]

-- RP: JMF ‘23 @monterraverde

@monterraverde​

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She had gotten a good night’s sleep at least. No more of that nightmare -- it only seemed to happen maybe once every week, but it wasn’t exact. Shaking her head, Ashe found herself sitting on a stone bench in the shade with her Frosmoth, Omen, perched lightly on her shoulder. Lucky, her Sylveon, wasn’t to be seen today. No, he was resting in his pokeball while Ashe took the time to spend time with one of the rare few during the warmer months.

That being said, she felt a familiar presence... but something odd about it. She scrunches up her brows and turns her head in the direction to see none other then Rika heading somewhere at the very least. She seemed to be alone, so...

“Rika!” 

Putting on a smile, Ashe offered a wave over at her, rising to her feet and approaching with as good a mood as she could muster. 

“Guess you came for the Moon Festival too, huh? How ya been?”

She noted the odd aura once more but didn’t say anything... at least not yet.

[monterraverde]

“ Rika.” She’d been a little quiet for the while so she can have her intimate moments alone. Geeta closed in with her head gently resting on Rika’s shoulder. “ ..Won’t you tell me more about her? Your mom? It seems you love her dearly.”

(Listen)

There's quiet, watching the lanterns go out...

She hardly moves when Geeta hugs her, reaching up to gently hold the champions hand in one of hers as she melted into the embrace. The silence was welcome, just them and her thoughts...

And then a curious question- She'd never spoken on her mother at length, had she? Not with Geeta, at least... Geeta was so lucky, she always thought, having both her parents still, and the rare few times she'd gotten to meet them were blessings- Welcomed in with open arms as if she was their own flesh and blood... It confused her, overwhelming love like that was so strange, she'd never seen it before...

Her face contorts between wanting to cry again and hard focus, a few stray tears dripping onto Geetas hand before she quickly wipes them away. "Mamá was... Something else." She starts, making herself laugh a little to try and ease the quickly building knot in her chest. "Champion Flamenco dancer, and coach, came from... what I recently found out was a bloodline in Hoenn that's closely tied to Kyogre- And that explains so much, y'know? She always loved the sea... We'd go to the beach when Antonio was calm, and she'd hold Bella while she stood out in the ocean surf... I think she did that with me too, but... I've no way of remembering. She always told stories that her family passed to her, fairy tales about the ocean deities- a-and when she spoke it was always so gentle... Calm seas in a raging storm..."

"When Antonio left she was all we had... But she didn't let it get her down too much. We weren't super financially stable without him but we made do. She made enough money from flamenco coaching to keep us fed and a roof over our head, but luxuries were so rare. Bappy's first pokeball- She saved up money for weeks to get me that, he'd been living with us for a couple years at that point just of his own accord, and when I presented that ball to him he jumped in so fast, heh..." She smiles, for once, living in memories and leaning back against Geeta a bit more.

"She was incredible... and even in her last days she was trying to put on a brave face... The cancer she had was extremely aggressive and spread rapidly, chemo was hard on her, and it was ultimately for nothing... I just... every time I think about how quickly she went from healthy to sick, I swear it gives me whiplash, but she never let us pity her... wasn't her way. She kept trying to care for us despite it, even when I told her to go rest, she'd insist on making meals, or little snacks to share with us on the patio... And all she could say was that she was sorry. Sorry this was happening...This woman lived in constant suffering and she was apologizing to US for not being a better mom- I don't... I don't understand- I don't think I ever will, but... She was here, Geeta, she was here at the Torii gate and in that lantern... She messed with my cowlick like she always did, heh... never could get that thing to behave..."

More tears, and just when she thought she had a grip on it...

"...La extraño mucho..."

[laprimera]

" I want to go home. "

[bluesthebest]

So far the festival is pretty fun, with lots of games and activities going on. Enough to keep himself entertained throughout the night.

He slowly fans himself as he walks through the stalls seeing the pokemon and the merchants sell their items.

Stopping at one to get himself some takoyaki. Maybe he'll stop by the shrine soon.

[redlegend-a]

[crushed-ice]

"What was with all those see-through birds?? A bunch of people cried when the birds landed on them, thank Arceus they didn't get to me. That was kinda scary."

[auraguardians]

✧ ✧ ✧ starter for @emmetrain (cont. from discord!)

✧ Riley looks put-together enough despite the rough night, and has been visiting various stalls and booths to purchase little charms, special trinkets, and other gifts. But there's some kind of gloom hanging over him, lurking in his eyes even when he smiles and chats with the vendors.

He was found unconscious near one of the gates last night, after the battle. Just what happened to him?

A voice calling out behind him captures his attention, at least once what was said manages to settle into his brain. "If I am not mistaken, you needed maintenance last night! Are you feeling any better now?"

Riley turns to face him and, after a few moments, nods. "I still feel a bit groggy, but nothing seems to be wrong? I guess the presence last night was... a bit overwhelming for me?" He raises a hand to his chin. "I can be sensitive to that sort of thing."

It's a safe enough answer, and not a lie. But it's not the whole truth, either, and that makes him feel a bit guilty.

"Did you partake in the fight? If so, I hope... you are alright?"