Mystic seer

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[enjuju]

@mitamabusho​

“Tadaima~.”

With tourist season finally falling to a close, Matsuba could finally afford to leave town long enough to follow the whim of his soul. Ever since he first stepped foot on Ransei soil, it always seemed to call him back. Most of the time it was just a whisper, a faint notion of where he could be, but with the hustle and bustle of foreigners and festivals, he wanted nothing more than to settle into the peaceful drum of secluded life.

“I hope the year has treated you will, Nouhime, though from what I’ve heard on my travel here, it has been anything but peaceful.”

<”♫Home home home home home~”>

Someone else was even happier to be back.

[enjuju]

@fathelmer

Matsuba was a very patient man. 

When he saw how busy the professor was, he was content with picking a seat and waiting for a minute for him to get to him. Work was important, after all, and it wasn’t like this was just another lab assistant he could mess with without repercussion. 

Matsuba was a very patient man, even when a minute turned to an hour. 

Two is when he started to draw the line. 

Or, rather, spin the chair, finally bored out of his skull of eye spy with the Gengar in his shadow. Twirling on the stool was bound to make the game a little harder. 

Actually, it made sitting in the stool very, very hard. 

He didn’t notice his stool was tipping until his head was already on the lab’s floor, the seat following behind with a loud clang.

Whoops. 

[enjuju]

mitamabusho‌:

This live one has more sense then most that visit the castle. Is it really one come home from afar?

“We were many. Sometimes more, sometimes less. We were able to become ourselves because so many of us gathered. The lady of the castle banished my brethren before we had the energy to attach ourselves to the physical. So sad it made us.”

<”You should have eaten the many.”>

What a baby cloud. There was plenty of room to hide if you absorbed the weaker. Nevermind that the unruly of a clan were usually ganged up on. One would have survived in the end, and then not all would have to leave.

“You hush.” Now it was the Gengar’s turn to be waved away. “Some people like having friends instead of food, you know.” As for their friend- “I’m sure Nouhime had her reasons, but I could always talk to her for you? I can’t say anything for your kin, but one should be fine enough.”

[enjuju]

mitamabusho‌:

“Kh’rrr?”

No pranks? At least the live one seems nice. Time to…investigate.

“We came to this place for the cold months,” what passes for a voice drags on the s sounds like flames hissing as they go out, “for shelter from the winds that would blow us apart. Warmth came, and the lady of the castle banished us. I alone remained.”

They all but turn to nothing as they stretch themselves into a haze that surrounds the newcomer.

Matsuba couldn’t help but giggle. “Ah, so all Gastly fear the wind. And the warriors here brag that their Pokemon are so much hardier...”

He waved a hand in front of his face on instinct. While he’s certain the Pokemon wasn’t trying to suffocate him, he’d encountered...less considerate clouds. “Banishment, huh? That seems a little harsh. How many of you settled in?”

[enjuju]

mitamabusho‌:

@enjuju

A visitor! One they have not seen before. Surely no-one would mind if they…greeted the guest?

Oh! What a friendly bunch of spectral gas.

“Hello, friend. I don’t remember seeing you here last time- unless you were just too dissipated to see.”

Someone is a little less friendly.

[enjuju]

mitamabusho‌:

If it isn’t her favorite Gengar.

“Thank you, dear. Would you like to eat them together?”

<”It is the best way to show kindnesses, yes?”” Humans gave candies to each other on all the important human holidays. They even presented them in organ shaped containers during the cold months.

[enjuju]

@mitamabusho

Gently tugs on the bottom of her outfit. 

Holds up the bag of candy Snack Prince gave him. He would like to share, but just with ghost lady.

[enjuju]

gives konpeito-sama an entire bag of his namesake treats!!

It was a wonderful idea to return to the land of Snack Prince, especially on Halloween of all nights. Snack prince’s party was much more spectacular than the village festivities, and he had many of the small candies! And he was getting many of the small candies for himself! No stealing required!

“Gengar!!”

He hops from foot to foot in a happy gig, jingling the candy bag in the process. Small candies! Small candies from the Snack Prince!

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[shroudkeeper]

That new tomephone charger is something else.

[burning-soul]

[enjuju]

[Towards the end of Autumn when the leaves have mostly fallen and tourists have begun to teeter out of the area, Ecruteak holds a small festival to celebrate their successes (or to lift their spirits from a lack of) after the busiest time of the year. 

Folks take the opportunity to relax, share stories on customers/gossip, make out plans to help with any preparations that need to be done before winter (as the old houses of town require a bit of upkeep and the aging population needs a hand) and generally foster a greater sense of community. 

The staple of the event is gathering burning leaves to make yakiimo, or roasted sweet potatoes, to share and eat together. 

[enjuju]

“I wouldn’t hide there if I were you- that plant’s poisonous.”

[enjuju]

< “All these Eevee make me nervous. Biting teeth not good for ghost.”>

[enjuju]

“Mnnnnn.........tourist season is about to start.”

There’s already a small collection of warm colored leaves across his porch.

“Maybe the monks will throw me in a meditative coma this year. That’d be nice...”

[colorstormx]

ghosts don’t have gender

[colorstormx]

they’re nonbooinary

[enjuju]

mitamabusho‌:

“My, that’s a shame.” She bent down to take a piece between her fingers. “The craftsmanship was well-done. Are they made in your home?”

“Ah, no, not in Ecruteak. I actually don’t remember where we get these in from to sell.” He stepped down off the porch, flipping a few pieces over to inspect them. 

“There it is- Olivine. I think they have a factory down there, but we do have traditional ceramic workers around. Most are in Azalea I believe. They’re big on crafting by hand.”

[enjuju]

“Someone knocked my bug repellent over again…”

The poor little porcelain Tepig was in pieces off the edge of the porch.