Light 'em up (The Calderan Day of Fire)

[expertonshutters]

It's the morning of the 19th and it's clear even to the inexperienced traveler that the city has a different air to it. If it wasn't the atmosphere that got them, then the stalls lining the streets would. Many people are still working on getting set up for the night festival, but the stalls that are complete are lining many corners and they are filled to the brim with bright colors. From afar, the streets look like someone threw a rainbow of paint across the city.

They haven't seen anything yet.

It's not yet time for the festivities so any visitors are free to wander the streets. The natives seem to be delighted if amused at all the people interested in the holiday and are happy to sell anyone as much colored powder as they want. They are glad to explain the fascinating origins of the holiday or even talk shop about what they're planning to show off later in the night. It seems that not even the gloom and unease that might have rolled into town with Union has caused these people to falter with their grandest tradition.

Sometime close to noon is when things change. The natives all kind of stop what they're doing. The colored stalls start to close up and everyone looks tense. Those who visited last year might take this as their cue to get ready.

A long, rattling trumpet sound rings through the streets and that is when all hell breaks loose.

It's every person and pokemon for themselves. Have fun everyone.

[Ooc: Feel free to make your own top levels in addition to using the prompts below! Have fun guys!]

Comments

[untalented]

She plays hard ball and doesn't pull any punches.

[Said flatly, as if that should be obvious.]

We might be too alike, Yuuna. And she's better at physical activities.

[rainsrespite]

Neither do I.

[She drops him.]

And you could be. She trains with me, you know.

[untalented]

[Waver yelped in surprise at the sudden drop, landing gracelessly sprawled out in the dirt streets of Caldera.]

....Somehow, I'm not surprised.

[He should have known that there was something familiar about some of those moves-- he was just too bowled over by her force of personality to pay full attention to it.]

[rainsrespite]

Get up, Waver.

[She didn't drop him that hard. He's just being a baby.]

let's go get a kabob or something. Get some meat on you.

[untalented]

[Ah, so he'd been caught in his drama-- which he thought was well founded. It's hard to reconcile with being repeatedly beaten up by someone who was at least five years his junior, and he knew he didn't even hold a candle to the sheer level of her Enlightened abilities.]

You sound like Grandma Martha, [he complained, mostly for show. The old woman, delighted to have all this company in her home after the loss of her children to the wilds, always insisted on going all out at meal times-- and often tutted at Waver for working too hard and not sleeping enough.

Picking himself up out of the dirt, he eyed her suspiciously.]

You mean actual kebobs, right? That's not a euphemism for something else?

[Like getting his skinny behind handed to him in a color war.]

[rainsrespite]

I mean meat and fruit on a stick, Waver.

[She grips his hand in hers and starts walking, not taking no for an answer.]

And compare me to an old woman again and I might punt you like in foot the ball.

[untalented]

She's a very sweet and caring old woman!

[Waver protested, but he didn't even dare to pull away. Yuuna could just pick him up and sling him over her shoulder, if she was of the mind to.

It was better not to argue with someone like that-- especially when food was a factor here.]

If I was going to insult you, I'd have said something else.