Character Meet and Greet: Boo to You~!

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i. Main Street USA: Daylight Hours
The citizens of Main Street greet the coming of fall in a big way! The entire main part of town is decorated in the colors of fall, carved pumpkins on every window ledge, balcony and stoop! Some are rather creative, ranging from The King himself to various spook-tacular versions. There are also plain pumpkins, squash and apples arranged in a rather decorative (and tasty) presentation outside the Opera House!

Enjoy yourselves as The Candy Palace begins to hand out small, caramel and spice covered apple slices. The smell of apple fritters, grilled apples and apple bacon float through the air. Enjoy the rather relaxed daylight hours...

ii.Main Street USA: After Dark

Because the moment the sun sets, and the lamps have been lit- the entire street takes on a strange and unsettling demeanor. The pumpkins glow a soft, red color and bats and black cats crawl around the shadowed corners. You might see several citizens wandering the streets-but look to hard and they will suddenly vanish before you can even greet them.

The stores are still open and the sweets and treats are still pouring; but! Beware of happy haunts~!

iii. Yo ho, yo ho a Pirates life for me!

Ah! Smell that salty, briny air! It gives life to all those who are from or love the sea!

Which would be wonderful and invigorating, if this was the bottom of the beautiful briny sea. It isn't. It's the open garden in front of the train station which is no being over run by some rather fishy, lv. 2 Corroded! Can you help sweep the proverbial beach clean without being washed away by water based attacks? The conductors would be most grateful if you could!

iv.Come out and Socialize!

No need to be number one thousand! Imagination is the real host here, so go on and use your to come up with your own adventure. Just remember to take loved ones by the hand, please, our ghosts are frightfully sensitive to too much mischief~

Comments

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"You're just saying that because you're terrible at it. Redirection causes nothing but pain for both parties, you know. It's much easier simply to say: I'm still practicing or learning, without letting that nasty pride get in the way."

He watches the arrow do-- not incredibly much, if he'll be honest.

"What class are you, dear?"

[blue_ice]

It occurs to Kaiba just a few moments later. The universe's idea of a cosmic joke at his expense. He shakes his head.

"Don't tell me: that this is A Christmas Carol and I'm Mr. Scrooge?"

[blue_ice]

That's exactly the wrong thing to say to him. He scowls.

"A warrior who'd be much happier with a plasma gun," he growled. He'd only been trying to compensate for his current lack of power---he wasn't even making a dent, really.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"I'm not sure a plasma gun would do much better at the rate you're going." Said archly. "It is all based in belief and faith, and if you can't have faith in your own abilities well..." He gestures at the monster which seems to be gearing up for some sort of attack.

[blue_ice]

"That is literally the antithesis of common sense," he groans, staggering back as the monster charges. Things either have enough physical power to pierce the scales or they don't. There's no 'faith' to it. But sure, he'll just imagine himself succeeding as he fires....

...and get zapped with a weak burst of electricity as the sludge mows him down again. He sputters and pulls himself up, looking miserable.

"How am I supposed to believe the laws of physics into bending?"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy." He gives him a look. Then crosses over to him and waves the bubble around him too before cleaning his clothes with a snap of his fingers.

"How do physics explain that, hm?"

The creature roars and sludge flies, but it just smooths over the bubble like particularly goopy wave before sliding off.

[blue_ice]

Kaiba blinks twice---once down at himself, then up. Wh---what the---

It's not his first exposure to magic, so some deep part of him is aware that it exists. He simply resents it because he can't control it, and the loss of control is what's really unacceptable.

"Fine. Let's say I believe you. What 'spell' would you suggest?"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Oh, don't be surly." Adolescents. Honestly. "It's not up to me to suggest a spell. They are very personal things. Let's say you believe me, and since you do. What spell would you use? I'm sure you're clever in there."

[blue_ice]

Fine. He clenched a fist, this time resorting to an earlier tactic. There was one element he knew well, having created lifelike holograms of it in the past and stood in awe as it struck. He threw out a hand, called upon the image in the back of his mind, and called.

"White lightning!"

It was more of a sputter of a spark, far less impressive than the Blue Eyes of his imagination, but they vibrated in place long enough for him to fire a few more arrows. Some of them even hit.