azummeversary party post ❄🎉

[divinedescendant]

[Everyone has their own affairs to attend to, of course, and aligning twenty people's schedules is a challenge on the best of days. It's hard to get the family that saved Sinnoh and the rest of the world with it all together—but an anniversary is a perfect excuse.

Emmeryn hosts; she's made quite a home for herself in Floaroma, and there's space to sleep over for anyone unprepared to nyoom back from whence they came right away. It's snowing out, lightly enough not to be any more than a mild inconvenience, since it sticks enough to play in. If the Pokémon left in Emmeryn's care aren't out in her yard doing just that, they're probably inside being babied, wrapped up in blankets and the scarves Emmeryn gets every time Camilla visits.

There's food and an almost aggressive amount of hot beverages, and it's a bit crowded inside but it's cozy. It's a day worth commemorating, but mostly it's just nice to be together.]




a li'l mingle post to celebrate the azumendgameversary!! this is just a soft fun party thing don't stress it

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[eudaimonikos]

Emmeryn!

[Michael's going in for the hug! We're doing this!]

How are you? Where's everyone else? HEY! GUYS!

[From the impending storm of Michael's other Pokemon (who can't live in the afterlife like Jane due to that being fatal), he was definitely talking about them and not everyone else in general.]

[divinedescendant]

[Hell yeah we're doing this!!! Emmeryn gives excellent hugs and she is all in for this, but then she will make room for the oncoming stampede.]

Aha, here they come. They have been terribly excited to see you.

[eudaimonikos]

[Cat Janet, of course, leads the charge. She's the fastest by far, but her lithe frame does not stop her from knocking Michael over into the snow when she tackles him. The others just sort of generally follow suit. Quaver flaps around all of this, screaming like a Spiritomb.]

Woo! [Michael seems fine]

[divinedescendant]

[Emmeryn laughs, light and friendly, and gives the resultant pile of affection a few moments so she can hopefully speak at a reasonable volume when she crouches down to meet everyone in it, instead of having to try screaming over Quaver.]

There is food and drink in the house if you would like to be welcomed from somewhere warmer.

[eudaimonikos]

Yeah, that sounds nice.

[Michael starts to extricate himself from the pile - even if he's not really as vulnerable to cold when he's his more typical demon self, the wet is still gross and uncomfortable.]

Oh, man, it has been ages since I was on a mortal plane! I think the food hits a little different - tastes the same, but it weighs more, you know?